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starting today,
the wasps will float and fly
to tighter nests,
to less-scarred skins--
a soliloquy of heartache
I refuse to revisit
I will be like asphalt
pliant and forgiving
to those who warm me;
cold and unyielding
to those who set out
to break me down
the wasps will float and fly
to tighter nests,
to less-scarred skins--
a soliloquy of heartache
I refuse to revisit
I will be like asphalt
pliant and forgiving
to those who warm me;
cold and unyielding
to those who set out
to break me down
Literature
We are burning like suns
Your dreams do not reside in a far-flung galaxy,
wishing on the stars arching above our planisphere
will not bring them any closer.
Your strength does not hide around the endless curve
of a winding riverbend,
currents cannot take you there, paddles will not help.
As a pin-head holds millions of atoms, so too does
every cell in your body, every pore.
Your dreams lie nestled in the ravines of your palms,
and you are star-dust;
Strength is pooled within your blood,
you hold a universe within your spine and the cosmos
inside your skin is full of unlimited
possibilities.
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A girl like that
I don't deserve you
What was I thinking?
A fat little selfish brat like me
does most sertainly not deserve such a wonderful boy like you
So you better leave me alone now
I shall step aside
so someone who deserves you better can come around
She has to be real pretty
A cute little face with big beautiful eyes
long waving soft hair
and a happy smile to light up your world
She has to be thin with a partly good confidence
but still humble and kind
to never let you down
She should never hurt you or leave you
She shall always stand by your side and help you fight the battle
and she must have what it takes to do so
She has to have al
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hey girl, you'll miss me someday
i. you were alpha, i was beta -
omega was somewhere in the west running wild
with the moon;
and you were everything ( i wanted to get rid of ),
darling,
every
thing and all.
( you held me back like i was no wolf
snapping at chains;
i sharpened my teeth for a special occasion )
ii. goodbye never felt as good after jumping off a cliff
and away from you
( i got to scream goodbye
bye,
bye,
and it was like bells of liberty
were ringing )
adiós after four years i coulda spent better
( you're an anchor, darling, i'm the sea;
i'll push and pull until you sink
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The brilliant slenderblade and I seem to have entered a poetry trade-off the last day or so. This is a response piece to HIS response piece. Follow the thread:
Posted originally as a comment; reposted as a deviation as per Slender's request.
April 2016
Blood and MortarAnxiety is a dragon
scaling fortresses through my veins--
a bruised braid
of brick, and blood, and mortar.
Tomorrow is a gamble,
what ifs winging like wasps
beneath the skin.
Tell me:
what's the right thing to do
when fear and desire are at war,
when the world's gone topsy-turvy,
when the sun has moved
and left you cold, floundering?
Tell me:
what do you do
when your heart retreats?
Anxiety is a dragon
forging and foraging for pulsebeats--
a grievance of silences
and pounding breaths
I'm not sure I know
how to chisel my way out of.
Stricken (Day 10)the dungeon of the mind
a powerful keeper
my ringing ears bleed between realms
the blade betwixt truth and illusion
is stuck through my jaw
and out my mouth
and our heartbeats align for a moment
as the wasps crawl out of your fingernails
and into mine
Posted originally as a comment; reposted as a deviation as per Slender's request.
April 2016
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Excellently written -- a very powerful piece, indeed!
I just have one piece of constructive criticism: the first letter of the word "starting" should be capitalized because it is the poem's opening word. While it's not vital to the writing's overall impact, little things like that can nonetheless be distracting to grammar nit-pickers such as myself.
I just have one piece of constructive criticism: the first letter of the word "starting" should be capitalized because it is the poem's opening word. While it's not vital to the writing's overall impact, little things like that can nonetheless be distracting to grammar nit-pickers such as myself.