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Sometimes falling feels like running
Officer, no, I don’t know how fast I was going
Faster, Faster, Fast enough
But I have straws catching me at the bottom
You let me go and I roll off the table
I’m too big for the slide, too short for the trees
Too skinny to drift like floating leaves
If I hold my breath would the water float me?
And I am so alone
I’m just teaching myself how not to be lonely
I don’t know where to go
I hold my hand and I pull me
I got held fast and broken open
The blood spilled down over my knees
Rorschach hollering so loudly
But still waters were all I could see
I pulled myself out of the socket
Learned to walk a second time
The lights and houses in the distance
The only lights and houses I can ever call mine
And I am so alone
I’m just teaching myself not to be lonely
I don’t know where to go
I’ll hold my hand and I’ll pull me
The clouds opened up and spilled fluorescence
Light bulbs to the pavement below
Even those thoughts, such good intentions
Shatter before they can grow
I caught mine but it broke open
Two eggshell halves, two moons above land
Simnia smooth and never jagged
Still waters gathering in my hands
And I am so alone
I’m just teaching myself how not to be lonely
I don’t know where to go
I hold my hand and I pull me
Officer, no, I don’t know how fast I was going
Faster, Faster, Fast enough
But I have straws catching me at the bottom
You let me go and I roll off the table
I’m too big for the slide, too short for the trees
Too skinny to drift like floating leaves
If I hold my breath would the water float me?
And I am so alone
I’m just teaching myself how not to be lonely
I don’t know where to go
I hold my hand and I pull me
I got held fast and broken open
The blood spilled down over my knees
Rorschach hollering so loudly
But still waters were all I could see
I pulled myself out of the socket
Learned to walk a second time
The lights and houses in the distance
The only lights and houses I can ever call mine
And I am so alone
I’m just teaching myself not to be lonely
I don’t know where to go
I’ll hold my hand and I’ll pull me
The clouds opened up and spilled fluorescence
Light bulbs to the pavement below
Even those thoughts, such good intentions
Shatter before they can grow
I caught mine but it broke open
Two eggshell halves, two moons above land
Simnia smooth and never jagged
Still waters gathering in my hands
And I am so alone
I’m just teaching myself how not to be lonely
I don’t know where to go
I hold my hand and I pull me
Literature
Dawn
Behold the beauty of the sun
Reflected in the sea
The dawn's silent stretch across the sky
Is much more great than me
And how the water flashes back
A gleaming eye of verity
In which you can behold a glimpse
Of deep within and deep without this galaxy.
Literature
On the cusp of dawn
There are yellow daisies,
Two pairs of glasses,
And a watch abandoned in the dark.
There are socks strewn across the floor,
Jeans, a belt, a bra.
I am curled like a comma
Next to your heated skin,
Listening to you breathing in,
And out--
Rhythmic like the tides.
The stars have faded.
The morning light may soon trickle in,
but for a silent, suspended moment--
It's just you and me
On the cusp of dawn
Literature
An Ode to the Place in my Dream
An island in the mist
Old and forgotten
A cliff side beaten by the sea
Waves crash against its sides far below
Atop the cliff a tree
Seemingly dead
But oh so stubbornly living
Its fellows long dead
Their children abandoning the cliff
But not this tree
It refuses to leave
It never blossoms and is always bare
But it lives there
On the cliff beaten by the sea
On this island in the mist
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