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diamond-studded hearts are only good for wishing
give me a soul, cracked and vulnerable,
so i might sew some silk ropes around it;
if you could see me now,
living how we used to,
what would you say to my image
and all that i stood for, without you?
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psychosomatic serenade.
Schrodinger has been writing me
love letters, and he hasn’t. he
catcalls me from closed boxes
while I flip coins trying to figure
out what’s breathing, what isn’t.
your coffin, floating in earthen
rivers, hinges gleaming iridescent
as salmon scales, I am sitting here
guessing if the cat is dead or alive
in that imaginary vacuum, ignoring
Pavlov’s set ringtone on my phone -
the bells make me think of your
throat, how your Adam’s apple
rang when you swallowed down
another of my placebo promises.
I love, loved, you. and I didn’t.
Freud keeps dropping business
cards through the letterbox asking
my mother t
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here are my words
i used to dream whole cityscapes and skylines,
ocean cities and coves washed over with waves,
terrifying, brilliant, unable to touch me.
i used to be able to talk to trees,
to speak in palms and eyes-closed silences
and the sure roughness of bark under my fingernails.
i used to be able to sing
and believe that believing made me better,
believe that joy sounds bright and crescendos.
i used to be someone who tripped on her words,
spilled out in sloppy sentences and sentiments,
used to be someone who could 'sit at a typewriter and bleed'
and in bleeding turn the hurt beautiful.
i used to close my eyes and fall into feeling,
trace the right word
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my sister -
she never hears the universe
singing to her,
she doesn’t even know
it has a song;
i watch
the birds land on her
dusty windowsill and
sing – beaks agape;
lungs bursting with
life,
i write
each note,
nurturing the secrets
they bring -
the seeds they
give;
look, i say, look
at the flowers
Gaia has given us
but she turns her head away,
and the flowers wilt,
unnoticed.
(i keep growing more
out of nothing but foolish hope)
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