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I am not the dysfunctional light switch,
17 times a day on again off again but
I think sometimes I’m caught in the parallels of
my own distorted perception and I just see
a jagged world falling fast and
and
you are blue, the deep
cyan-scented thing of night I crave, blue.
beautiful bleeding blue who cries like
the breaking sky and sings like a summer night,
I am invisible, changing before your eyes.
nauseous regurgitation of every color
I’ve ever loved,
while these crystalline dreams tinted teal
cradle me to sleep
17 times a day on again off again but
I think sometimes I’m caught in the parallels of
my own distorted perception and I just see
a jagged world falling fast and
and
you are blue, the deep
cyan-scented thing of night I crave, blue.
beautiful bleeding blue who cries like
the breaking sky and sings like a summer night,
I am invisible, changing before your eyes.
nauseous regurgitation of every color
I’ve ever loved,
while these crystalline dreams tinted teal
cradle me to sleep
Literature
Zemi
Things having to be returned to their transparency:
i.
/ green mist-earth / knit
atmosphere / fathomless
blue-lavender / lights
spun out from light
ii.
are recalcitrance / and you
are convergence
& - a fingernail of summer
- a melting of rain
- a crown of flowers
- a priest of sunsets
(beautiful? I love you, because. Zemi.
Zemi. are you beautiful because I love
you? Zemi? )
iii.
I imagine this is what it's like to breathe sea foam
over the Cliffs of Moher: hydration. absolution.
Literature
just
i am everything i never wanted to be.
it's funny to realize,
five years ago i would've looked at me and thought,
"you
are the worst kind
of lost because you don't even know it,"
and now,
i see that's what i was before.
but i'm still just a fraction
of an idea
that tries so hard to show itself.
others say
i should
speak louder,
sing louder,
just
be
louder;
but i was born with vocal cords covered in
bubble wrap.
my fingers curled in,
with my arms pushing against my chest
in an x
because it marked the spot
i often fight to fill,
while
everyone else was armed with pitchforks and shovels and i clutched tightly
with my fingernails
and screamed
Literature
Messages
The thought of your fingers turning these pages
makes me feel close to you;
like we share a secret delivered by
the author from one reader to another.
This spy network of exchanges,
author to reader,
you to me,
puts a spring in my pulse
and makes me turn the pages a little bit faster,
looking for the thumbprint
that marks the message you left for me.
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Cyan is such a charming word...Now, "cyan-scented thing of night I crave" <3
I also love how you increase the rhythm of your pieces with consonance :
"just see a jagged world falling fast"... "beautiful bleeding blue who cries like the breaking sky..."
I'm sorry, I'm really enjoying this
I also love how you increase the rhythm of your pieces with consonance :
"just see a jagged world falling fast"... "beautiful bleeding blue who cries like the breaking sky..."
I'm sorry, I'm really enjoying this