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Birds just don't fall this hard.
You have slashed your pillows,
scooped up the feather entrails
and glued them in grotesque clumps
to your bruised skin,
and like some failed experiment
you sit in the darkest corner of your room
muttering, whimpering half-thoughts and
dark, terribly frayed strands of melody,
but still your bones won't break,
no matter how many times you
jump from your nest.
...
It's time to wash away the ink
you've been rubbing into your papercuts;
It's time to stop writing about
sparrows.
...
I remember:
(That broken, bleeding beak
uttered no cry of self-pity
when I tucked it into a plastic bag
and crushed it with my shovel.)
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no room
I am so full of me
there is no room
for you in here.
You can be out
there, alongside me,
but there is no room in here.
The hotel is full.
I am the Anna Madrigal
of my own soul.
So you be you
and I will be me.
If there is connection,
I will cherish it.
If there is not,
I will not miss it.
This does not diminish
my love and devotion,
nor your own to me.
It just makes it real.
Literature
Fly...
So today,
I came to the end
Of this long long road.
Journey of years.
Always wondered where
I was going.
Through storm and
Trackless sand dunes
Never knowing where
I was going.
I have reached the end.
No more road.
I am at an airport.
Only way out is
Fly...
Literature
The Invitation... WIP
Come to me on a night gone blue when the winds a pleading cry,
Come to me your hunger turned to soft ways seldom sought.
Come to me a suckling flame will warm cold wisdom's sigh
Slow melt the snow of passions ban’d cruel bygone loves begot.
Bring to me a gift of wine, bring sculpted glass and pearl
Bring carnal music crying low sighs sirens’ sin sang surging hot.
Bring to me seductive words, soft scented ploy play lovers’ whirl
Still subtle smuggles sensual plots petite de morte perchance forgot.
Share with me deft tender touch unbidden gives a voice to start
Foretelling tales of fears’ demise writ moonlit eyes flair'
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I really, really hope I don't offend anyone with this. It's harsh, I know, but meant to inspire strength. Please, please understand that I mean no harm.
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No offense taken. It's a fine metaphor.