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a sly smile, every word a curtain,
my room an obstacle course; something
yellowed and desperate, tuberculosis,
you push through the drapes and kiss the cankerous palm.
yes we move, we tumble,
leaves fall off,
wing parts rattle off the aircraft,
foreheads bruise and mutilated flesh is torn
but when i rise from the teeth marks on linoleum,
there is something indestructible:
a steady fire
a good pulse
gratitude.
my room an obstacle course; something
yellowed and desperate, tuberculosis,
you push through the drapes and kiss the cankerous palm.
yes we move, we tumble,
leaves fall off,
wing parts rattle off the aircraft,
foreheads bruise and mutilated flesh is torn
but when i rise from the teeth marks on linoleum,
there is something indestructible:
a steady fire
a good pulse
gratitude.
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it's not fate, it's just circumstance
I don't fool myself with
romance, darling :
I have loved you for days upon days
and nights upon nights;
I have seen you with eyes blazing and
your wildfire words aimed all at me;
I have watched you walk away
and I have watched you run;
I have been brave enough to ask
if I was someone you could love,
and I have been brave enough to ask
if I was the only one -
I have fought you and I have fought for you,
and I have fallen prey to the way you kiss me,
to the way you say you miss me -
darling :
this was never romance, this was
morning breath and midnight poetry; this was
falling asleep in the middle of a phone call, this
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The human condition of wanting to be everything
I feel as though I am exhausting
The excess skin around
My eyes
They
h
a
n
g
in loose shadows
Across my cheekbones like
A wreath.
And whilst I find myself
unable
To draw open the blinds
Because the light
is too bright
And I really can’t handle
The pane of the sky
With its obnoxious
Blue
glaring at me
With such a joyful expression
I know that lately
I am burning myself out
That I consume one too many
Cans of soda and energy drinks
At 2.45 AM
When the rest of the world
Is static in a hushed
Comatose state
Whilst I frantically try
To achieve something
Because being
Average
Ordinary
Mundane
Is too
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*sigh*
in a room full of
soaked people you weep like it
only rains on you.
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ugh^infijity
will regret later
will regret later
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this is excellent.