ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Don't fall in love with a poet,
she will only leave you sticky notes and silly rhymes.
Her favorite colors would taste of happiness,
and she would prefer days where the sun doesn't shine.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
because your name will cover her books.
And she will tell you that she isn't worth it,
but would love if she had you hooked.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
her world will seem so much more grander.
But, in reality she's bound together with secrets,
hidden beneath a well worded cover.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
because her fingertips are dressed in ink.
And she will write you stories about your eyes,
and be too afraid to ask what you think.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
her smile is false and painted on.
She will put on a show with her laughter,
but, won't stay happy for too long.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
because she will purposely make up excuses.
And then she will text you with IMissYous,
and leave you with all these mixed messsages.
Don't fall in love with me,
I'm a poetess with an indecisive mind.
I will only leave you with shredded paper hearts,
and words that appear to be kind.
she will only leave you sticky notes and silly rhymes.
Her favorite colors would taste of happiness,
and she would prefer days where the sun doesn't shine.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
because your name will cover her books.
And she will tell you that she isn't worth it,
but would love if she had you hooked.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
her world will seem so much more grander.
But, in reality she's bound together with secrets,
hidden beneath a well worded cover.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
because her fingertips are dressed in ink.
And she will write you stories about your eyes,
and be too afraid to ask what you think.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
her smile is false and painted on.
She will put on a show with her laughter,
but, won't stay happy for too long.
Don't fall in love with a poet,
because she will purposely make up excuses.
And then she will text you with IMissYous,
and leave you with all these mixed messsages.
Don't fall in love with me,
I'm a poetess with an indecisive mind.
I will only leave you with shredded paper hearts,
and words that appear to be kind.
Literature
nine reasons why you should
nine reasons why you should never love a poet:
one.
we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and
'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know
you don't mean it.
and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much
we love those poisonous lies.
two.
and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to
answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that
even if our bones are shattering inside of us and
our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through.
three.
because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that,
when we're all alone,
it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence:
things that haun
Literature
love like a cobweb caress
i think my medulla and cerebrum
became secret lovers and ran away
together, entwining in a butterflies
dance and working their way down
my ribcage until they could finally
slip out of their marrow-coated
prison bars.
they say medulla was as beautiful
as the greek constellations and
northern lights, with iridescent
fractured eyes and champagne
tinted locks that were kissed
by the stars themselves.
and cerebrum, oh cerebrum,
he was as handsome as a
forest fire, scalding eyes with
half moon pupils as erotic as
the volcano inflamed words
that slipped off of his tongue.
they fell in love with each others
scars rather than th
Literature
The Poet
He is a well.
The fount into which he dips his own pen,
Drawing the black, oily blood that gives life to thought.
He carves into the flesh of the page
The way a butcher cleaves his own bleeding canvas;
Fine strokes that he appreciates in a way others may not.
Meat hanging from his blade.
He pulls verse from his veins, purple and swollen.
Coerces his tears into canto
Until his eyes are too dry and desiccated to shut.
Is he looking at me with that blind stare?
I like to think
He is.
This demon who eats death,
Drinks sorrow.
He swallows your sobs and spews forth music.
Listen to it, wrap yourself in its chill, and dream,
Perh
Suggested Collections
... Thralldom, you will hate this^^
Comments29
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Sounds somewhat like me...