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there have been three
recorded instances, where
I forgot to polish your
pedestal with the sweat
you brew to stay there
in my head. it takes far
too much of me to say
that it crumbled to debris
in four word messages
and a clumsy burial for
our dusted hatchet.
though it took three,
staggering years to
come up with a stand
angry enough to say,
your pedestal fell to its
grave when I swung our
hatchet into your
beautiful,
beautiful face.
recorded instances, where
I forgot to polish your
pedestal with the sweat
you brew to stay there
in my head. it takes far
too much of me to say
that it crumbled to debris
in four word messages
and a clumsy burial for
our dusted hatchet.
though it took three,
staggering years to
come up with a stand
angry enough to say,
your pedestal fell to its
grave when I swung our
hatchet into your
beautiful,
beautiful face.
Literature
Apocalypta
Dawn breaks soft,
You are sun glare
in the rearview;
and I, the heavy mist
ahead
on a road that forgets to end.
Literature
Paint
I'd like to storm Heaven and steal God's paintbrushes.
Then I'd paint rainbows all over the sky so
Everyone knows it's safe to come out.
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paint until there's only positive space
I am the street artist; rough clothes and thin visage
you are the city, vivacious and loud.
Night after night, I find myself in dark places
spraying colours on your faces just to talk to you.
Have you ever tagged a train?
The art I envy is like you –
making waves at night to leave the landscape brighter in the day.
You are the cause I just want to connect with:
fresh, something different, something new.
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this is a joke. kindly, take it as one.
today marks the end of my three year long friendship with someone I'm glad I lost. here's to many more days without you
today marks the end of my three year long friendship with someone I'm glad I lost. here's to many more days without you
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I honestly remember that feeling... oooo, if I could go back anyday in my life to my past, I'd... I really have to bring my deepest, darkest, scariest hell alive just to bring those "friends" of mine to task...
Absolutely love that last stanza... particularly the last few lines... couldn't have said them better in any way, honestly. Thanks for writing this poem, because to me, it represents that there's more to you than meets the eye, and all the more reason to believe that you're awesome!
Honestly, a wonderful two stanzas... Not as descriptive as your other prose or poems (which would have made me shudder... (shudders)) but not that short either... its nice... well done