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I place my cup into the sink
and think of now, my present link:
one who holds my broken pieces
one who rewires and releases
one who answers my ache with his own
one who feeds my gaze
one who speaks, and always listens
one who kisses gently
one who loves like he kisses
one who fits, perfectly, in my grasp
one who tells truths and remains
one who holds my broken pieces
and think of now, my present link:
one who holds my broken pieces
one who rewires and releases
one who answers my ache with his own
one who feeds my gaze
one who speaks, and always listens
one who kisses gently
one who loves like he kisses
one who fits, perfectly, in my grasp
one who tells truths and remains
one who holds my broken pieces
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your soul + my lungs.
i remember when we lived inside the
snow globe sitting in the toy store,
smiling and laughing because
every day was christmas, and when
things got shaky, it was okay;
white would swirl all around us,
setting moods for stories and all
the i love yous we could stand
until the day the toy store closed
and no one came to shake our home
we realized the snow was only
flecks of painted sand, and so we
sat in melancholic silence
until we noticed we'd be breathing
water our entire lives, and then we choked,
and then we died
Literature
Ignite
deep inside
these glass ribs
fire bursts
a supernova
burning brightly
melting these
corrosive
bones
shedding
this skin
a metamorphosis
butterfly wings
replace flightless
words
this wildfire
spreads
curling my toes with
delight
I feel the warmth
like constellations
in my brain
the pieces connect
slowly
the icy tomb
cracks
drums beating once again
death no longer
has a place
to hide
ignite
and watch the world
slowly
dance with
light
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water stains
my father's silhouette painted on
the canvas of waves
assures me that
water stains are not permanent.
darkened fabric means nothing more than
the fruit of possibility spoiling on countertops.
i ask grown men for more answers
than there are chandeliers
in my parents' abandoned mansion.
the creases of my grandmother's forehead
skitter over concern and
land on laugh lines.
i've always been a clever joker,
spreading lips like a contagion.
they could never catch me;
my intoxicating serpent
slithering through sidewalk cracks
breaking backs as children do.
my limbs may have expanded,
but i am just a hot air balloon.
if there is anyt
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Installment 22 in my 100 Themes Challenge!
This is a companion piece to my poem 21. Sorrow, found below.
Thanks for reading! Let me know if I was affective!
This is a companion piece to my poem 21. Sorrow, found below.
21. SorrowOver tea I do recall
the days bygone, the distant pall
when my heart broke evenly
when my mind wore its circuits down
when my body ached for one unknown
when my eyes scanned the crowds
when my ears rang with male voices
when my lips were red and swollen
when my legs were touched and spread
when my arms were sore from holding
when my lungs breathed lies from a time
when my heart broke evenly.
Thanks for reading! Let me know if I was affective!
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