ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
xii. insanity
have you ever taken
a walk in the midst of
a crowd and looked over
your shoulder
more than you did towards
your future?
paranoia is not a pretty
thing, and it's a shame
that the colour suits
so many people.
so i twitch and try
to stand up and close
my fists but that just
makes my palms bleed,
and i have no more space
for crescent scars
anyway.
if i shy away like a wild
horse, it's just because
no one has tamed my mind
yet, not even i
myself.
have you ever taken
a walk in the midst of
a crowd and looked over
your shoulder
more than you did towards
your future?
paranoia is not a pretty
thing, and it's a shame
that the colour suits
so many people.
so i twitch and try
to stand up and close
my fists but that just
makes my palms bleed,
and i have no more space
for crescent scars
anyway.
if i shy away like a wild
horse, it's just because
no one has tamed my mind
yet, not even i
myself.
Gratuity Treasure Chest
Joining this tier, you gain access to a reserved extra content that are carefully crafted just for you.
Your subscription doesn't just support my art; it fuels it, allowing me to dedicate more time and resources to producing even more of the content you love. It's a partnership that propels this project forward.
Join me in this exclusive tier, and together, let's take this artistic adventure to new heights. Your appreciation fuels my passion.
$2/month
Literature
Paper-Thin Promises
the first time I caught sight of your
glistening, marble eyes,
I decided you disgust me.
I hate you the way I hate perfection:
merciless, like the snap of mantis jaws.
every fact of you is pretentious,
held high like you raise a middle finger.
You, the artist, always sculpting things,
tried to squeeze my malleable heart like white clay
and stash it in your pocket to rattle with stones.
paint me an unflinching self portrait, my dear:
this skyscraper of a boy shaking with anticipation
to build and destroy, build and destroy.
you sink in tooth and talon at first mention of beauty,
love-biting Aphrodite as though you were equals.
you're a statu
Literature
Vaguely heart-shaped
. In another universe, who I am
gets dumped by a woman
who in another life
was Cleopatra.
Today I divine this by finding a small blackened potato
between my oven and counter,
vaguely heart-shaped, sprouting
pale arteries
of no use to me,
I think on an inexplicably dramatic
whim.
Literature
wednesday's child
it is the third of october
and i am building a castle for us
out of feathers, bird bones,
ocean waves and library book pages.
anything to keep our feet from
touching the ground.
you are sin, he whispers
and his fingers trail cold fire
down my side, scorching flesh
and freezing bone;
brittle pieces of me shatter
as they hit the stained linoleum floor.
don't wake me from this nightmare.
i whisper a nursery rhyme
as i walk down our
autumn path.
kamikaze leaves fall, trailing
fire as they throw themselves from
the branches, down, down,
to cold pavement below.
your words echo in my mind
a constant reminder
that i am sin
but you,
you were
ne
Suggested Collections
© 2013 - 2024 coup-de-coeur
Comments7
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
will you marry me?