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instead of poetry,
i want to live in
the stars;
nestled between
draco & orion,
wrapped in nebulae.
oxygen is too
suffocating. i
want to breathe in
galaxies.
neither the gods
nor my demons can
stop me —
i will make the universe
my own.
i want to live in
the stars;
nestled between
draco & orion,
wrapped in nebulae.
oxygen is too
suffocating. i
want to breathe in
galaxies.
neither the gods
nor my demons can
stop me —
i will make the universe
my own.
Literature
Poets have the loneliest hearts.
I drink morphine
like peach tea;
down 6 pills by morning
just to keep my mind
filled up
with nothing.
& I know I can go days
without speaking a word
but-
I want a moon shy girl
with wolves at her back,
bite mark ankles &
a bottle of writer’s tears
tucked under one arm.
I want to be end of the war
kisses bruised into her hipbones;
the epilogue written over her
tiger-striped skin.
With these wisteria limbs
February cold, &
these weak lungs
exhaling coralline whispers,
I’ve got a tongue for words
but still have no idea how to love
a universe girl.
Literature
Bones mend, but tell no lies.
You have cataloged your scars
like your body is a library-
to be read through &
learned from.
You think of
all the little boys
whose greedy fingers
graced
your pages.
You are angry-
none
cared for you
properly:
folding
creasing
& breaking
your spine.
They left you
on a shelf
to gather dust.
& why
should you ever
forget that?
Literature
Growing Up
it seems that by now I’ve been diagnosed
with a mild case of weightlessness, mindless
drifting past empty homes and the emptier people
that purchased them. I remember conversations
with you about existentialism
and the almost intricate fabric of my mind and
everything in between, and you-- the way you
paused before making a point as
the words defined themselves in your head:
I remember the day I told you I was God.
Creator of all things unimportant, trapped
in the body of a girl with nothing left to give, you
believed me
it must be a beautiful place
inside your head, with a world
that revolves around hope and expectations
the way
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A mess of pretty words to make a simple wish more fascinating than it really is.
But I really do like this one.
But I really do like this one.
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the simplicity is gorgeous