ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Last night
we paused our
Bickerings
Long enough to agree
We'd never make it
here.
But look.
Look!
You're amazing
and I know this.
Know it like I know
Water tastes like nothing
and
Whiskey tastes like sin.
Like I know
You were meant for
more than this
You were meant for
me.
And Look.
I love you
and you know this
like you know
How to move your toes
Like you know
That I'm going to drop food
or
Get lost
or
Fall asleep on the train.
Look.
I'm not perfect
and
I'm not tall.
This is true.
But I want to
Father your children
and
Share your coffee
and
Share a bed with you.
Always.
we paused our
Bickerings
Long enough to agree
We'd never make it
here.
But look.
Look!
You're amazing
and I know this.
Know it like I know
Water tastes like nothing
and
Whiskey tastes like sin.
Like I know
You were meant for
more than this
You were meant for
me.
And Look.
I love you
and you know this
like you know
How to move your toes
Like you know
That I'm going to drop food
or
Get lost
or
Fall asleep on the train.
Look.
I'm not perfect
and
I'm not tall.
This is true.
But I want to
Father your children
and
Share your coffee
and
Share a bed with you.
Always.
Literature
The Day She Disappears
It is the day she discovers
she has ears
but no mouth.
She realizes that she said nothing
but in her imagination, the words between
her ears never escaped.
It is the day she discovers
she cried every tear allotted to her
for this lifetime.
She thinks of her brother trapped,
a life-long night terror, imagines fish
nibbling ashen remains, her father
in the lakebed, her father as a spiral,
her family as an old treehouse on fire,
blasted by lightning.
She feels a hysteria build in her brain,
the swarm of wasps rage.
The eroded ridges of her cheeks never fill.
Her eyes don't even shine,
two desert oases forgotten by the rain.
The w
Literature
Cold in July
'Sometimes I think I almost love you.'
'Don't say that.'
'Why?'
'Because I'd end up chasing shadows across fields and pressing my palm to yours against glass. Because parallel thoughts never meet and I'm closer to you by pretending I don't care. And because I don't want to hurt you.'
'That makes no sense.'
'Neither do chalk lines faded by the sun or watching kites fall in the ocean.'
'Is that all you have to say?'
'No. I could tell you that I count the number of cracks on sidewalks and never throw coins in fountains because I know where they'll end up. Sometimes I close my eyes because I pretend to understand what it's like to live in
Literature
an honest day's business
I've been circling
truth
is a circle and
truth's
been circling
too
(long) like
my reach
spanning decades
as grasping
is collapsing
despondent displays
of handcrafted
delicate situations
been busy with work
and busy
working on
nothing
hopin'
for erosion
of her
otherwise
fertile soil
but our
hearts are
a trap-
door
with its own trap-
door
on its own
(heart)
always hard up
for something
and always
hardly
up to
nothing
I've been
erodin'
in this
otherwise
fertile soul
preachin' the
gospel of
two types
unavailable
and
uninterested
yet always
heavily invested
in the merging
of our company
Suggested Collections
Full Title:
On the Day Before We Start Again There.
Dedicated to SK on the event of our first Christmas and our Heading West Together.
On the Day Before We Start Again There.
Dedicated to SK on the event of our first Christmas and our Heading West Together.
© 2009 - 2024 elzorrito
Comments14
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
love it. <3