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(breathe)
It’s what she told me, with the scratching of her pencil.
(breathe)
In running red rivers of ebony India ink:
if you inject it intravenously, would you bleed black ink?
(breathe)
He said cigarettes are bad for you; smoke crack.
I’d rather shoot up in India ink:
Perhaps words would form under my skin,
But visible.
(see, they already do: they push and shove and jostle each-other under the restrictive barrier of my skin, aching to be free, and I can’t let them loose. Society frowns upon bleeding intentionally)
See, but visible.
Like that one girl. In that one book. Where she had flowers tattooed on her arms and they bloomed and died with her moods. But I would have words, thoughts, running like tracks and tarot-card lies up my arms.
(breathe)
She told me, in the shake of her head, she was right and I was wrong, why can’t I admit it?
(I’d tell her but it would go to her head, it’s not that she’s right it’s that I don’t want to do something she dislikes)
(breathe)
!
He said cigarettes are bad for you.
That’s why I shoot up
in India ink.
It’s what she told me, with the scratching of her pencil.
(breathe)
In running red rivers of ebony India ink:
if you inject it intravenously, would you bleed black ink?
(breathe)
He said cigarettes are bad for you; smoke crack.
I’d rather shoot up in India ink:
Perhaps words would form under my skin,
But visible.
(see, they already do: they push and shove and jostle each-other under the restrictive barrier of my skin, aching to be free, and I can’t let them loose. Society frowns upon bleeding intentionally)
See, but visible.
Like that one girl. In that one book. Where she had flowers tattooed on her arms and they bloomed and died with her moods. But I would have words, thoughts, running like tracks and tarot-card lies up my arms.
(breathe)
She told me, in the shake of her head, she was right and I was wrong, why can’t I admit it?
(I’d tell her but it would go to her head, it’s not that she’s right it’s that I don’t want to do something she dislikes)
(breathe)
!
He said cigarettes are bad for you.
That’s why I shoot up
in India ink.
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Special! Two For One!
two in one sounds like a great deal
expect when it is your head.
because no matter
how many oval, bitter tasting pills you swallow
you are broken and
c a n n o t b e f i x e d.
hours under cotton,
woven by some underpaid worker
you spent hours protesting her conditions about a month ago
are spent laying
doing nothing
being who you may or may not
be.
is that the question
asked the most:
w h o a m i r e a l l y?
am i loving and soda pop at 2am
with friends, laughing at some professor’s mustache
or am i alone
at 4am
knowing everything will go shatter,
fall through my fingers
like it does through my mind?
as a child, the swings wer
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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The List
The List
If I could have just one more wish
It would be that you don't make the list
The list of those who came before
The list of those who promised more
The list of those who smiled wide
Pretended they had nothing to hide
The list of those who played their part
And pretended they could mend this heart
The list is those who said all the right things
And promised I could fly without wings
The same ones who cut my feathers when they grew
And cursed me down every time I flew
Those who said "I'll make you whole"
But never truly knew this soul
Those who couldn't stand on their own
And hurt me because they've never flown
So if I could have jus
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(drugs are ridiculously expensive)
I'm not sure where this goes, so I put it in sociopolitical. i dunno
(drugs are ridiculously expensive)
I'm not sure where this goes, so I put it in sociopolitical. i dunno
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Shit spoke too soon. You had a bunch of prose in a row, so.
This is amazing.
This is amazing.