ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
raptor, raptor
raptures wrapped her
head in with the rafters.
echo bliss with depth
until she's wrapped up
in a bow-tie(d/own)
uniform of sober tilting.
somber living
and taping rhythm
to the wrists
that duct veins
like streams of tape.
this is natural
and animal.
it's incredible
how societal
cultures can be
in countering
your feints
of disbelief.
this belief
is that reality
duct tapes
your echoes of bliss
with depth
of sober tilting
uniform of sober living
because bliss is addictive.
and we need all folks
down (to earth)
to make sure no one
is higher (than anyone else).
raptures wrapped her
head in with the rafters.
echo bliss with depth
until she's wrapped up
in a bow-tie(d/own)
uniform of sober tilting.
somber living
and taping rhythm
to the wrists
that duct veins
like streams of tape.
this is natural
and animal.
it's incredible
how societal
cultures can be
in countering
your feints
of disbelief.
this belief
is that reality
duct tapes
your echoes of bliss
with depth
of sober tilting
uniform of sober living
because bliss is addictive.
and we need all folks
down (to earth)
to make sure no one
is higher (than anyone else).
Literature
beautiful broken things must stick together
because she is a broken pretty thing,
and he is the little boy who grew up
mending
treating,
loving
broken things.
Literature
desolate
you are a broken house with smashed windows
and ivy growing between your fingers
you are fragile and with every
creaking footstep on the stairs you pray so
hard that you have let the right one in
there will be people,
people with minds so blissfully ignorant that
they walk right through you and do not
see the splintered furniture residing within your
body, you are invisible to them,
and sometimes
you wonder if you are even there
but then there are other people -
people worth staying standing for,
people who will walk in and gently run their
fingers along the parts of yourself that
you forgot were even there,
people who will explore your
Literature
if i hadn't had the drunk luck to meet you
i’d have married every bedside witch from here to east dallas
i’d have glistened like a worm to their mescaline psalms
i’d have mired in sinuous wineskin, repentant spectra
i’d Om along in cooing groups, babble with freethinkers
all my endeavors would be gas station derelicts
all of my wrongs would be quasi-continuous
even the over-sought moon would protest
and i wouldn’t recognize one half of the universe
Suggested Collections
wordplay, experimental, and philosophical poetry on human nature, how i've missed you. <3
© 2014 - 2024 chromeantennae
Comments14
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Please keep experimenting and posting it forever. Please and thank you. 