ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
the sweetest taste
turns sour on
your tongue,
and all of the
wonderful words
you want to say
curdle behind
your teeth.
but, unwilling to go
and take yourself
to the store
for a fresh carton
(so unfamiliar,
and what if they are out?
and what if that one expires
too?) you still
put the carton
back in the fridge,
steadfast and thirsty.
because the hope
is enough to keep
you reaching into
those chilly depths
again
and
again.
turns sour on
your tongue,
and all of the
wonderful words
you want to say
curdle behind
your teeth.
but, unwilling to go
and take yourself
to the store
for a fresh carton
(so unfamiliar,
and what if they are out?
and what if that one expires
too?) you still
put the carton
back in the fridge,
steadfast and thirsty.
because the hope
is enough to keep
you reaching into
those chilly depths
again
and
again.
Literature
Girl With Inferno
"Girl With Inferno." Mystaki's finest, in your opinion. Scry-blink portrait on a 4 by 6.5 rush sheet. Such a mind. No whimsical impressions, haziness, embellishment. Even the shadows on the floor correspond to the fire between her fingers. I had my physicist perform some calculations. A master of reason, Mystaki. A connoisseur of objectivity.
We don't know why he glimpsed her. Or even why he decided to perform the rites and encase his memory on a rush sheet for us to retrieve. Blinkers can't encase all of their memories, you understand. Each impression they craft chips away at their powers of recall. The winding decades of introspection most
Literature
To The Monster In My Head: This Is Your Last Poem
I know you are there, we have met before.
I know what you did to me and I know, I let you. There was no one that could see you, but me.
Once again you are creeping out of the darkness. You´re gripping onto me again.
I have learned to cry silently and hide my tears so they were never seen.
I´ll cover your pelt in flames,
Set your hollow face into frames
And hang them on the wall
I am going to show them all
The monster inside me
What you are, what I used to be.
It used to hurt when you bite;
My only way to scream was to write...
But today, no song will save you. No poem will be silent rescue.
I will shout. I will cal
Literature
they say I am lost
the worst feeling I could ever find
was me, alone, losing my mind
Suggested Collections
What do you think this one is about?
Comments, critiques, favorites, and etc are always very appreciated.
(Hopefully, in the future, I'll look back on this one and realize how wrong I was.)
Comments, critiques, favorites, and etc are always very appreciated.
(Hopefully, in the future, I'll look back on this one and realize how wrong I was.)
© 2013 - 2024 kamcalste
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In