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She was blue when I met her,
a wide open sky
that I longed to fall into...
and at this very moment
am spiraling through,
a star set alight
in defiance of the sun.
She surges,
an electric glow that sparks
whenever
I lay my hands upon her,
that sizzles
when our mouths
make promises to one another
in soft caresses.
She is blue today,
a shade of which I've never known,
somewhere between
topaz and perfection,
and I have found myself drawn
into her infinitum,
wrapped up in her regal brilliance.
She is everything,
a mystic amalgamation
of all the wonders
I've ever wanted to know,
the pure extract
of all that is beautiful
in a world
that is unworthy of her presence,
a cerulean silhouette
dancing before my envious eyes.
She was blue when I met her,
a flawless form
that seemed sculpted in my dreams,
wrought by my love
and present in my fate,
a delicate bellflower plucked
and pressed
between the pages of my heart.
I was red when I met her,
dripping with desire,
aching with the urgent roar
of want, of need,
but with every little touch,
and every velvet word,
and every life changing kiss,
I have come to learn
that she is so much more than blue,
and as everyday I love her more
my heart
is quickly turning blue
because it now belongs to her
as she becomes aware
that hers belongs to me, too.
a wide open sky
that I longed to fall into...
and at this very moment
am spiraling through,
a star set alight
in defiance of the sun.
She surges,
an electric glow that sparks
whenever
I lay my hands upon her,
that sizzles
when our mouths
make promises to one another
in soft caresses.
She is blue today,
a shade of which I've never known,
somewhere between
topaz and perfection,
and I have found myself drawn
into her infinitum,
wrapped up in her regal brilliance.
She is everything,
a mystic amalgamation
of all the wonders
I've ever wanted to know,
the pure extract
of all that is beautiful
in a world
that is unworthy of her presence,
a cerulean silhouette
dancing before my envious eyes.
She was blue when I met her,
a flawless form
that seemed sculpted in my dreams,
wrought by my love
and present in my fate,
a delicate bellflower plucked
and pressed
between the pages of my heart.
I was red when I met her,
dripping with desire,
aching with the urgent roar
of want, of need,
but with every little touch,
and every velvet word,
and every life changing kiss,
I have come to learn
that she is so much more than blue,
and as everyday I love her more
my heart
is quickly turning blue
because it now belongs to her
as she becomes aware
that hers belongs to me, too.
Literature
Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
Literature
the ghost
I don't know what I'm waiting for,
because I am a ghost and yet
I sit on my hands and wonder
where you've been -
I walk the forest in circles,
the methodical crunch
of leaves beneath my feet
and I remember
that you made me feel small,
and alone. here I am, facing
this brilliant hue that is me and myself
and I am the ghost but somehow
you are haunting me.
Literature
I dance......
I dance to music only one other has heard
He was my best friend
Since he left I've been dead
And after many a long, long year
I've decided
To feel again
The pain, the pain
The living
It feels good to live again
Lancelot Price 2018 April 11,
retroactive by uncalculated number of days
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I asked her for a title, she gave me "blue." I hope she liked what I have made of it, I hope she feels what I feel as I write it.
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I just, I just love it. It's so enthralling, so invigorating, so jealousy invoking; it makes me want to kill you and take your place.