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you are a fog; i have no defense.
my mind became crowded while i wasn't looking.
i crave the rain, but all you have is mist.
the essence of heaven, a hint.
a hit.
my ribs have pierced the lungs
they were supposed to protect,
and my blood readily floods
their cold hollow caves.
i don't want smoke
silhouette and soul,
i want raw holiness
and any human heart
is void of every god.
you and i would be
the only exceptions,
but i'm not human
and you've fallen
from your own grace.
my mind became crowded while i wasn't looking.
i crave the rain, but all you have is mist.
the essence of heaven, a hint.
a hit.
my ribs have pierced the lungs
they were supposed to protect,
and my blood readily floods
their cold hollow caves.
i don't want smoke
silhouette and soul,
i want raw holiness
and any human heart
is void of every god.
you and i would be
the only exceptions,
but i'm not human
and you've fallen
from your own grace.
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once more with feeling
just tonight,
i will reduce myself to instincts.
when your hand settles wide and warm on the curve of my hip
i will allow myself to ease into you,
to sink into this infrequent surety -
to feel small,
(just now, just tonight)
and lay my body and my vulnerabilities bare,
trembling and receptive to your heat -
your solidity -
your mercy.
i will be reverent,
(just this, just once)
enamored of each breath,
each plane and edge,
each soft channel between
each heaving pair of ribs -
i will allow myself
(just once, just once)
to consume you,
to find myself
consumed.
(just this, just please,
just -
)
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I no longer rule the world
Seems I no longer rule the world,
grains of life slipping through
the end of the time approaching
power, unable to suppress it.
When the world needed a ruler
they turned to me and shouted 'him!'
but there was no surcease of wars
and the famine stayed in place.
And during disease and death
the people turned and said
'he was meant to cure us!'
though king I never was true.
They strung me up
and gathered the tolls
dragged me through the nation
with screams of blood on their lips.
Though I begged
my crimes bared too much sin
for when it came to society
I didn't save the world.
The floor caved in,
the rope grew taught,
my
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I'll always be there...
My friends suffer
They need help
I try and I try
But nothing is working
I feel powerless
And simply useless
But I keep trying
Because I just can't
Ever
Leave them behind
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Eeee, your poems have this own flow to them that is unlike any other poetry I've read before. ❤ I don't know how to describe it: maybe there is no way to. But it kills.