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we're enveloped in the sky tonight, wrapped in every star and surrounded by
the gentle music of night. it's wonderful to be laying here with you, in this
moment we're so alive and so very small. under the heavens where
metaphors cling to the meteors that dash across my vision, and we smile
like there is nothing better or sweeter in life than holding onto each other for
as long as fate allows. i can make all the wishes i want, but really all i need
is you. you're so lovely, honest eyes and warm skin. can i wrap myself in
you, to become tangled in your heartbeats? somehow i want you more than
an ocean full of blue water. somehow i need you more than a sky full of
smooth air. you're enchanting but not magical, because you're more real
than the truest reality. we are infinite, we are infinite. all i need is you.
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it was hope
we haunted our own basement,
lurking between couch cushions
like lost treasures from f a r a w a y pockets.
you watched movies with the subtitles on
because you said that you wanted to read
the beauty of words,
but i knew that you were just scared
of not reading the story.
you laughed when i looked for the stars
by closing my eyes
(i thought you could only see stars in the dark,
but with eyes closed, i couldn't see
you).
we changed the words to songs as we sang them
and counted our tomorrows with greedy fingers.
i thought that i
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they don't have words for this
i.
sometimes i can't breathe because i realize
how many choices i make in a day and i become
terrified that i will never again make the right
series of decisions to make me feel whole again
ii.
once upon a time i knew who i was but lately
it feels as if i'm getting lost; i've moved to new
streets and fallen asleep to a new smell but
nothing is setting my crooked pulse right
iii.
when no one's home i fight the urge to crawl
into bed and close my eyes and relive the moments
i want back the most; i tell myself that when i
open them my life won't be just in my dreams
iv.
and i'm starting to think that maybe i took too
many ch
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Pinecones, Not Star Charts
clouds shed: not tears,
but clothes,
which transcend
to swaddle us
in threads finer than those of the
spider
we trade our skin for theirs
most would hide to shelter themselves,
but i was never meant for
roofs and hot chocolate,
(more like barefeet
and
lightning)
scuttling across my skin are so many words you already know,
making speech obsolete.
there's a melody in our muscles,
that brings your heart to my lips-
keeping time with the descent of heaven's nectar, drip
dropping to soothe sahara eyes
you drink the rainwater from my hair
with a hand at the base of my skull and your wrist pressed to my cheek,
i can f
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more plain writing without format. sometimes it's just more relaxing to write and not think about the layout.
this was when josh and i watched the Perseids meteor shower. <3
this was when josh and i watched the Perseids meteor shower. <3
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This is absolutely wonderful! I love it