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Ray of scattered light -
a flicker pearls
crests momentarily
hovers above the water
escaping - a flash of orange -
lands back into the mirage
Literature
Making Canyons
They say you bleed to feel human.
But what does it mean when you can’t feel yourself
bleed?
The bitter iron taste that attempts to break itself
from my lips,
I wipe away with nervous fingers.
For each nervous thought,
I find myself wearing down mountains,
making canyons.
Splits and cracks form eventual uneven craters.
It’s as if I’m trying to erase you.
Erase the memory of your taste,
your words…
In the back of my mind I hear your knocking,
I keep my eye to the peephole
as if to check if it’s you.
Curiosity bites back,
stronger in the winter months,
hidden by the wind.
You discarded my memory,
I hav
Literature
Hidden Sessions
I'd say theres always been a gulf between you and I;
a whisper in the hair, the girlish smiles I'd give you,
only fuel the fire.
So come on!
Make it worth both our whiles.
I'd show you my worlds,
take a candle to your skies;
I pull the whole thing through the needle's eyes.
I cant pretend it it's all in progression.
Kneading, needing you is my ending jest.
So come all now, the show starts to rise, and I pull you inside from your tiny mind.
I'll grasp your heart, ambition so complacent.
A wiry, weary, why of the true lessons.
Hold my highs, grab my lows,
inner wishes pulls through never thighs,
and I'll transform the biggest resi
Literature
Flee
The speed limit is somewhere around fifty-five—I’m going at least eighty. As the mountains fly through my peripherals in streaks of red, brown, and burnt-orange, my breath catches, and I find that I can’t bring myself to step on the brake. Cool autumn air blasts through the open windows, whipping my hair around my ears and eyes. I glance to the left at the river that runs alongside the road, taking hazardously long to stare as the afternoon light skips across its surface.
What a day to be alive, I tell myself, and for a brief moment I feel good. But the feeling doesn’t last, because at th
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