ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature
Krasis
we are but remnants
of warmth, imprints
of colors;
time piranhas
to our footpaths,
our blooming forgotten
in the face of a blue moon,
autumnal harvest wreckage,
long-necked and
searching
Literature
The Details Of Cursing
Let's not
Get technical
Smearing yourself with sin
And sensing nothing
Is easy
Watching people talking
Over each other
Is hard
If you see yourself
In everyone’s ignorance
.
If you want the details
It is not
In the subtitles
Or subtext
It is not
In any crawlspace
You would imagine
In the imagination
Of unpleasant people
The fireproof truth
Is that hatred hides
In what is not hidden
Obvious instead
By omission
Unplanned
As children
The kids
Hold all the keys
To this disease
If you are raised
As perceived threat
You can bet
As you looked up
They looked down
Upon all your possibilities
And feared
They had none left
The curse
Is t
Literature
Deliverance
Existing at the mouth of obscurity;
disoriented and misplaced by your
fickle exploitation as prevailing gales
usher my liberation and acknowledge me
as a woman redeemed from ashes.
I battled for every inch gained beyond
your insolence; no longer a forgiving hostage
of perpetual manipulation. Renewing a life
in the midst of immoral confinement, to save
a mind now flawed as it counters your hysteria.
At last, you have departed my punished
subconsciousness, leaving behind a marred
courage, eternally revived. The domination
that annihilated my faith has ignited a
persistence unrivaled by your miserable life.
Suggested Collections
It's time to define slitting the rasceta.
- - - - -
In the dark ages of my soul, there is no Da Vinci, or
Michelangelo; there is no Bernini or Palladio; there are
Only pistols and knives, kunai and tanto,
The remains of my soul and the fragments of my spirit
It's a lovely chaos and I invite you to enter,
come on, I'm slitting my rasceta, it'll take a while but
I'll be there to show you I'm still standing
Albeit the life trickling.
Slitting rascetas everyday.
- - - - -
One of the few times I'll use curse words online.
I need to let this out.
- - - - -
In the dark ages of my soul, there is no Da Vinci, or
Michelangelo; there is no Bernini or Palladio; there are
Only pistols and knives, kunai and tanto,
The remains of my soul and the fragments of my spirit
It's a lovely chaos and I invite you to enter,
come on, I'm slitting my rasceta, it'll take a while but
I'll be there to show you I'm still standing
Albeit the life trickling.
Slitting rascetas everyday.
- - - - -
One of the few times I'll use curse words online.
I need to let this out.
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In