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her shaky hands couldn't hold a pen
or a promise
"my fingers have broken
trying to rewrite clichés-
believe me when I say, I'm special"
hollow laughs glossed over her
tempered smile
as she waited for the day
when that might actually mean
something
i
there was an eve long before dawn
ever tainted the starry night sky and
inflicted vision on those who preferred
to stay in the dark, where a girl
crooned quietly to herself
"what if when we meet,
I've run out of I love you's?"
this was before the sun whispered in her ears
that they'd never mattered, anyway
iv
hopelessness descends
on wearied souls
who couldn't learn just how
to cross their fingers right
"maybe depression is a state of mind
for those who never knew
any other way"
she threw out all her mirrors
when they became too loud
ii
life is something you grow into
a conglomeration of
soul searching and
forgetting to breathe
where age is indicative of
all that you have lost
"children dream, but adults
deny wishing in anger-
they are hurt it always falls through"
dreams are something you grow
out of, with time
vi
she never made it anywhere
(you can't move
when you collapse)
"strength only belongs to those
who know how to believe in their own actions
it's hard to be forsaken
by yourself"
iii
confusion breeds resentment and sadness
anxiety, fear, despair,
and sometimes even writers
with a need to be heard
"one day, my every last word
will be a treasure,
worth holding onto forever"
and every struggle
would finally be worth it
because the end, she dreamed
would justify
the means
her shaky hands couldn't hold a pen
or a promise
"my fingers have broken
trying to rewrite clichés-
believe me when I say, I'm special"
hollow laughs glossed over her
tempered smile
as she waited for the day
when that might actually mean
something
i
there was an eve long before dawn
ever tainted the starry night sky and
inflicted vision on those who preferred
to stay in the dark, where a girl
crooned quietly to herself
"what if when we meet,
I've run out of I love you's?"
this was before the sun whispered in her ears
that they'd never mattered, anyway
iv
hopelessness descends
on wearied souls
who couldn't learn just how
to cross their fingers right
"maybe depression is a state of mind
for those who never knew
any other way"
she threw out all her mirrors
when they became too loud
ii
life is something you grow into
a conglomeration of
soul searching and
forgetting to breathe
where age is indicative of
all that you have lost
"children dream, but adults
deny wishing in anger-
they are hurt it always falls through"
dreams are something you grow
out of, with time
vi
she never made it anywhere
(you can't move
when you collapse)
"strength only belongs to those
who know how to believe in their own actions
it's hard to be forsaken
by yourself"
iii
confusion breeds resentment and sadness
anxiety, fear, despair,
and sometimes even writers
with a need to be heard
"one day, my every last word
will be a treasure,
worth holding onto forever"
and every struggle
would finally be worth it
because the end, she dreamed
would justify
the means
Literature
silver over
Humming abstractions, distracting rivers, scattering feelings
metempsychosis concealing summers dissolving
like your hands of salt being missed.
Circling blue jay lands on my rough shoulder,
the catalyst of these nightly chain reactions,
the tension in my ligaments, pressure in my bones
means that you're watching me, door always locked,
always coughing, you're watching me, elbow twisted
in a crooked right angle and the future always
bites my tongue when the light's on, bodies floating
in the river the light's on. The light's off but humming
still, making heat out of the static noise,
moving the wheels but we don't get anyw
Literature
Notes
My home of cirrus
clouds and the cosmos
pinches the delicate
little silver chain
and my home is tilted
like a lung it's breathing
a Celtic song of the forest
trochaic aubade
a song of itself singing
.
I say that the celestial and the causal
is the natural
and the cause of causes is the house of houses
and when we find the answer, it will seem so obvious
Literature
Heim
At first the empty parking lot
and those rebellious grasses
reminded me of summer outside Reykjavik,
where the sun only bowed its head
at one in the morning.
Wasteful, I thought,
putting the world in your mouth
and allowing it to be bitter.
But just take a moment to remember:
the time on the radio
the sounds of your name
we can travel north without a compass
watch everyone yearn
like trying on clothes
all part of this fat
exposed
love
and people like
you and me
should be able to see this
picking bananas
at the equator
but I know
we will sit here, in your car
laughing
until one of us is okay to drive.
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Fragmented story, fragmented girl.
I had this picture in my head of a glass ship in a bottle: easily shattered and untouchable.
I had this picture in my head of a glass ship in a bottle: easily shattered and untouchable.
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This is what did it for me - what convinced me - what made me realize that you are... breath-taking. Is it really possible to express too-much good of a person? But, I digress! I cannot pick a favorite part as I've fallen a little bit in love with every word here - and again, it all resonates so much, it's hard not to cry. It is all so familiar. Desires, wishes, realizations and that ache of honesty.
It can be hard for writers to present words as art - really well and truly as art - where you can get the same impression that you would from looking at a painstakingly crafted and presented painting or sculpture as you can from words, if not more. I, again, have to recognize my own bias in just how closely I feel this... but then again, that's the point.
This really takes me back
It can be hard for writers to present words as art - really well and truly as art - where you can get the same impression that you would from looking at a painstakingly crafted and presented painting or sculpture as you can from words, if not more. I, again, have to recognize my own bias in just how closely I feel this... but then again, that's the point.
This really takes me back