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Fallen
When I was little, I held my hands up
and there was always a bigger pair
there to pick me up, raise me up
Dark and cold both accumulate near the ground
but I had found
a path to heaven, now forgotten
as the earth turns 'round;
So overcome by confusion, how...?
I can't cast my demons out
one devil still pulls me down
off the earth and off my gentle cloud
I lay upon the ground,
bloodied, broken, beaten down
and lament my fate, silenced now
He recalls his immoralities as if
they were someone else's little slips
and though his words have scarred me
much deeper than any knife or whip
he parades through town, a man, a god
going on about life as
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Drawdown
Hands along the railing,
I peer off the ship’s deck, glancing
silently into the quiet harbor.
I’ve thrown my possessions overboard
and willed everything to the sea.
Between my body and the icy water,
nothing but this bulkhead, holding,
caressing me tightly, second skin.
I don’t dare depart the deck -
the warmth from the lights pushes away
the salt, and the hard black eyes
of sea gods, dark with foaming mouths,
starving for companionship.
If I am to push off alone,
and well under-provisioned,
so be it. I take my chances.
There are more lands
than those I have chosen to land upon,
and even now, in these sullen landings -
I
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Who am I?
Who am I? just a thought.
A thought of infinite length about myself. An eternal idea that I can't express.
I'm a lonely wind that blows away every touch. With no other gift than being incorporeal, temporary.
Not a single rest, not a single smile for the lonely being.
Trapped on my desire begging for a hug, a kiss.
Who am I? a monster. A monster with one thousand faces, all of them scary, all of them "fucked up".
I am the nightmare, my nightmare. A dream of blood and sorrow, a dream of loneliness and spikes.
A dream in which I hurt the ones I love and everybody, seeking revenge, try to erase me.
Who am I? The sadness. The pain. The ra
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Time and bride wait for no man... Might be my entry for SixWordStories' Tournament: Round Two, but as there is still time I might think of something else. We'll see.
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