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Love is a explosive high seeping through my veins
Soaring me upon its will and letting me land in its flame
Valentines has come again to remind me of my lonely apartment
Alone drinking hard liquor and sweet echos of porn in the background
X & O are embedded in my wrist bleeding the true color of my rose
Chocolate kisses are smeared upon my lips and fingertips
Cupid has tease me again playing its role to my temptations
Adele pleading me to set fire to this rain and take it all with my love
Heartbroken ill be for tonight upon my throne
Just another day for a sad writer who words were never enough for him
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I'm Falling..
I'm Falling
Down and Down,
Into the uninvited.
My wings torn from my skin,
My feathers caught alight as they fell to the ground.
Down and Down.
I fall down.
In deep despair,
The taste of death poisoning the air.
Burning, decaying,
The harsh stench branding my senses.
I'm blind.
Unaware of time,
Oblivious to my surroundings.
Down and Down.
I feel pain and suffering,
A constant reminder that I'm still alive.
Down and Down.
But as I fall,
I think of you..
I'v Landed.
Literature
instructions on never falling out of love
invent countless scenarios where pieces
fall into places and you fall into
his arms.
rip your chest up with bitten nails,
scourge your insides with laser-sharp
self-homing
precision-guided missiles
of unending scrutiny:
what's missing, what's missing,
what's missing.
discard fictions, soft-spoken and faceless.
you've met the real deal
and he doesn't want you.
write songs, write
this poem,
write, sing, remember
old melodies
of the broken loves of your youth.
tell yourself every bit of pain that had
passed through you before
carved a perfect spot
for this love to fill.
tell yourself, you loved him before you met him.
what you've learnt to
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Glass
I always laugh when you refer to me as glass.
Not just because of the way you say it,
(glass-as-in-gas).
Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility.
Glass is pure.
I am like granite -
my body nullified from too many clashing traits.
Glass is transparent.
I am like clay -
illegible from all the plastered smiles.
Glass is unyielding.
I am like chalk -
easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things.
Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals,
tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools.
I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses,
coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness.
No, my love,
I was never glass. (Despite
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omg , this made me cry!!
and us men arent supposed to do that !
and us men arent supposed to do that !