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I speak in diagonal lines
and sleep in pastel palettes of secret words.
Every brush and bruised touch
creates waves and ripples onto canvas breaths
and creates the butterfly effect,
painting sweet deaths onto my flesh.
and sleep in pastel palettes of secret words.
Every brush and bruised touch
creates waves and ripples onto canvas breaths
and creates the butterfly effect,
painting sweet deaths onto my flesh.
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Love Song
Unspoken words between us
And the silence floating over my head
Weighs so much / I cannot bear
The solitude in which I sent my little friend
So
Call me Wretched and I say it serves me right
As I
Have always put you on a side, as you
Have never been in Love′s good graces
. . . . .
Sunk
Into oblivion my soul has
No longer will to express itself
Awoken
In the dead of night my eyes were
Not able to see the light
And, in short, I got afraid / when I leave your heart
Will you be so
Literature
warning: fragile.
no, no, please don't hit him.
look, linda, he's all ready,
all ready to give you all he has,
all of it.
wait.
stop.
put that down, it's too
long too pointy too dangerous
- ouch, don't, just don't -
he would crack open his mouth and
deliver happiness wrapped in garish
greens and arterial red from his ribs
and his hipbones, give you the fireworks
and confetti right from the spaces
between his clavicle and legs.
his limbs are far too sluggish to-
- justfightbackyoucowardjustfightback -
he'll do anything, yes, he knows
you're mad; you can't reach what
you want, he has too many layers.
he knows frustration raises
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loveisamentalillness
You say it is my fault for forcing
you to imprint scars into my flesh
and bones but I can't bring
myself to care.
You tell me I am beautiful,
I release a breath of relief as
I count my rib cage one by one,
swirls of dark purple yellow black
blue red on my thighs, my once
light chocolate skin fading away
to pale.
You demand I do not see him 'cause
then I will leave you and I do not try to
reassure you 'cause deep down
in my gut, I wonder if you are right.
(I miss him and his soft touches-
I did not believe him when he yelled out
I was falling straight into hell but
I know I should have-I could have been
flying to
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I feel strange tonight.
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A really good way of expressing it.