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To the boy who taught me three chords on a guitar, whose patience pressed my fingers to the frets and moulded his hands to mine, whose song rang askew from the pitch but caught me all the same;
To the boy who drunk-dialled me one night for my hand in marriage, whose slurs stabbed pin-holes through my walls, whose laughter sounded so forlorn he could have been sobbing;
To the boy who held me while I cried, whose arms protected against the pain and shock and broken glass, whose words dissolved the wreckage from my nightmares and gave me hope;
To the boy who flew me up and built me a haven on the mountaintops, whose headlights ignited the fields of green and yellow and grey, whose silence did chase away my demons;
And to the boy who charmed me with his antics, whose names tasted of joy and an endless youthful optimism, whose sunshine stained mine till it shared the same shade of glorious, innocent summer;
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I know, and I remember.
To the boy who drunk-dialled me one night for my hand in marriage, whose slurs stabbed pin-holes through my walls, whose laughter sounded so forlorn he could have been sobbing;
To the boy who held me while I cried, whose arms protected against the pain and shock and broken glass, whose words dissolved the wreckage from my nightmares and gave me hope;
To the boy who flew me up and built me a haven on the mountaintops, whose headlights ignited the fields of green and yellow and grey, whose silence did chase away my demons;
And to the boy who charmed me with his antics, whose names tasted of joy and an endless youthful optimism, whose sunshine stained mine till it shared the same shade of glorious, innocent summer;
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I know, and I remember.
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before
a little while ago
maybe a couple of months or something
i wasn't drinking ; instead i was
waking up to you
every morning you would stretch
and your spine would move and i felt it all over
your skin stretched into the sun and
i saw it everywhere
but guess what, that shit was gold and
gold doesn't last and you didn't last.
i got boring and you got mean.
and you're less of a gypsy and more of
a woman and i know if i called you up tonight
said hey baby come home
how did we get here baby i'm crying on the
floor drinking lime pepsi
and this goddamn pepsi is flat. so why don't
you come home. just for the night.
you would say you h
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ambulophobia
i.
once upon a time, i knew who i was.
ii.
i remember when i connected my heart to the rest of the universe with a shoe-lace. it was weak to begin with and grew more decrepit with age, like the neglected kaleidoscopes of immortal astronomers - they are still alive in the vague glimmers of fading stars. you can only see their light in the blackest of nights, in the middle of nameless deserts, amidst Mediterranean seas and Andalucian shores.
(somewhere, there are lights that never dim and keys that do not lock.)
iii.
bless me mother, for i have sinned.
iv.
i remember when kings were still princes, when princes were still paupers, when p
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in the deep
oh, you wire waisted
lace-straightened grace laden
heart beholden siren, you cannot be
held or felt or signed or spelt
by these airy hands, no.
this immaterial heart will not beat
for the shallower water that cannot
wash away the stealth of your song
twisting tendrils around variable beat.
adrenalin is my boat and i
am sinking as tides rise high,
as sky sighs over the skin of silence
between your notes falling like rain.
i cannot put the drops back into clouds like
we cannot steal the salt from the louder ocean
for your eyes cry crystals that crush
the endless mill and fill the bottomless
spill of lightless depths, your
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It's far from perfect and it probably doesn't make sense to anyone else but I needed to get it out of me. I should explain a little but I don't think I have any more words to spare ...
PS the title is supposed to be Chinese "他们".
PS the title is supposed to be Chinese "他们".
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i cant believe you made this for me <3
beau writing by the way
beau writing by the way