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"Scattered thoughts"
-Faint tick-
I watch you breathing
slowly in and out
you always looked good sleeping
your lips curled in a little pout.
-Faint tick-
My side grows numb
from watching you forever and a day
I turn and now face my dresser
with the clock that ticks without delay.
-Tick, tick-
This clock is my enemy
counting my hours like a knife
watching the hands through the iridescent glow
as circles are played on my life.
-Tick, tick-
Less time to mess up
all my thoughts seem scattered
fewer seconds to cry
but did it ever matter?
-Tick, tick-
Each movement slices my soul
every click makes me twitch
never ending, never stopping
this clock plays on without a hitch
-Tick, tick-
Less time to love
but did I ever really care?
fewer minutes to feel
then why am I scared?
-Tick, tick-
I turn away
I don't want to be afraid
I'd rather see your sweet face
then a clock that likes to betray.
-Faint tick-
Your mouth purses in your sleep
and I feel a smile dance on my lips
this clock is one that I ignore
as my mind slowly slips.
.
-Faint tick-
I watch you breathing
slowly in and out
you always looked good sleeping
your lips curled in a little pout.
-Faint tick-
My side grows numb
from watching you forever and a day
I turn and now face my dresser
with the clock that ticks without delay.
-Tick, tick-
This clock is my enemy
counting my hours like a knife
watching the hands through the iridescent glow
as circles are played on my life.
-Tick, tick-
Less time to mess up
all my thoughts seem scattered
fewer seconds to cry
but did it ever matter?
-Tick, tick-
Each movement slices my soul
every click makes me twitch
never ending, never stopping
this clock plays on without a hitch
-Tick, tick-
Less time to love
but did I ever really care?
fewer minutes to feel
then why am I scared?
-Tick, tick-
I turn away
I don't want to be afraid
I'd rather see your sweet face
then a clock that likes to betray.
-Faint tick-
Your mouth purses in your sleep
and I feel a smile dance on my lips
this clock is one that I ignore
as my mind slowly slips.
.
Literature
Water
(Your POV)
It’s like liking a wine. A pure, alluring, irritating, mindless and lovely glass of wine. You get in the habit of one- not one like a drug , but still one to take you pretty over the edge. It’s tasty, mindless and your lost like a love lost fool. You get over it eventually, like you would with a past love or crush. What you need, what you want and always did was… water. The only thing that can cure you, ease you and give your mind relief is a glass of water. Because water is pure, healthy. It does not deceive your mind like other juices and illustrious things. It lets your mind breathe, think and live- it lets
Literature
Succumbing to Water
"Succumbing to Water"
A million snowflakes descending,
each one
different.
Which watery design
is your death?
Perhaps it is
the foamy monstrous walls
rising
rising
falling.
You're crushed by an ocean.
Or the river pulls and
you drift along.
Deaf ears don't hear
the resounding smash
of water
breaking like glass on deadly rocks.
Blind eyes refuse to see
the edge.
Maybe a drop of rain
touches you, tracing
a line on your face
and
you
Literature
water
i am not afraid of death.
i did not want
the boy beneath the apple trees,
or the cherry petals
in the orchard, touched with invisible fingers
leaving brown indentations, bruised
with your inflection even on the brink of spring
not the one littered under the sunlit twigs
grappling for heaven
But the one lying exactly center field
staring straight at the sky--
waiting for a crash of thunder
for the paper flowers, metaphor for holding
over the sills of everything transient,
and left for erasing-- like a soul brimming
over the bridge of an emotion
strong enough to overcome itself.
brave boy with a thousand faces-- i see
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Another late night idea evolved. Based on what I know and feel at night, and kinda what I want. I'd love to have someone that I could lay next to at night and just watch sleeping, it's been a want of mine for a long time. I don't think it's as good as my last poem, but I've been trying to do more rhyming stuff to add to my poetry because people have recommended it to me. I hope you guys and gals enjoy and can relate to this piece. =]
Please comment and I thank you in advance.
Please comment and I thank you in advance.
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damn .. i know this is 'of olde' circia 2001, but you have a beautiful way with words! i especially like the very last verse and the smile