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What is this taste like?
Like your mother giving you a bath.
Like your father kissing you, coming home from work.
Like having a sister who sings too loudly.
Like an older brother holding band-aids while you learn how to shave.
Like living in a house with more than two people.
Like a life that isn't as narrow as a well.
Like a life that carries all the rain.
Like a field of emptiness, an ocean of grass.
Like your mother giving you a bath.
Like your father kissing you, coming home from work.
Like having a sister who sings too loudly.
Like an older brother holding band-aids while you learn how to shave.
Like living in a house with more than two people.
Like a life that isn't as narrow as a well.
Like a life that carries all the rain.
Like a field of emptiness, an ocean of grass.
Literature
the ghost
I don't know what I'm waiting for,
because I am a ghost and yet
I sit on my hands and wonder
where you've been -
I walk the forest in circles,
the methodical crunch
of leaves beneath my feet
and I remember
that you made me feel small,
and alone. here I am, facing
this brilliant hue that is me and myself
and I am the ghost but somehow
you are haunting me.
Literature
Trying to Clear My Mind
Invisible until,
a smile seen through a window.
A bright light ensnaring a moth.
Handsome, quiet mystery.
Many reasons to walk away,
but... a puzzle and I reluctantly,
obsessed. Trying to turn away,
but piqued by music, art, creativity!
Just let it go, let it go,
why can't I let it go. Filled with curiosity.
The best way out is through.
Must unravel the mystery.
Would he meet for coffee,
a phone call,
a text?
c2018 SAH
Literature
Home.
The night is pitch-black all around, save for the uncountable mass of stars winking benevolently at me from the tarp of deepest indigo that hangs overhead. Everything feels suspended in that momentthe stars, the crescent moon, the sparse, gray-black clouds, this little island called Earth, and even myself. It feels as if my feet don't even touch the ground.
I feel as if I'm falling into them, the stars. There are so many of them, filling my field of vision, that I am taken by a sudden bout of dizziness and fall back into the Earth's gentle embrace. In response she twirls me around playfully, pulling me into a slow-motion
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