Pieces of literature here on dA, both poetry and prose, that are well written, use poetic devices well, or just speak to me.
My lover has water running through her veins by Dyemelikeasunset, literature
Literature
My lover has water running through her veins
She flows around stone and quenches fires
her voice showers like rain on a spring night
and feels so gentle that people misunderstand
They mistake water for weakness
and she indiscriminately swallows garbage
letting words stagnate and pollute her
She tells me ”Baby, I don’t have that passion you do
your fire is so wonderful and brilliant”
and I want to cry because even water can sear and turn to steam
My oceanbaby, you don’t need the tiny flame in me
the sea is home to the largest creatures in the world
and rivers reduce mountains to sandstone
I want you to roar like crashing waves
and let the world know you have t
I am the sun
and you
are the moon:
my tidal-wave
tears
are controlled
by you
So when it's 2am
in the middle of the night,
I know why
I can't
sleep tight.
psychology defines schizophrenia
as an impairing, delusional disorder
borne in the person’s inexorable inability
to tell right from wrong,
hopeless fantasy from harsh reality,
or even suspicion from acceptance
but aspen is a lovely, flexible woman
with names of imperial animal races
that never belonged to them,
with the countless colors of her eyes that
she makes up with named numbers
written in cursive sharpie on her palms
she takes pills that seem to
dampen & take away those charming
things she always says to me;
the voices don’t haunt or tease her,
they’ve always respected the way she
counted with willpower & the way sh
The Horizon and the Shoreline by Beaple, literature
Literature
The Horizon and the Shoreline
I saw you in the ocean, riding waves like seaweed leaves.
And you kept your arms in motion
kept waving out to me.
I blew a kiss goodbye,
and stayed to watch you leave.
For the tide's a perfect gentleman, he'll take you out to sea.
how to become a writer. by funkylime123, literature
Literature
how to become a writer.
don't.
stay away from
pencils and pens.
don't look
at keyboards
or at blank pages
of notebook paper.
don't submit
to the emerald sigh of
vellichor,
the shredded sheets
of everything,
everything you've worked
your whole life to run away from.
don't live in the moment.
let love and fear float by,
just a skimming whisper,
because a whisper
is better than nothing.
a whisper is better
than the brittle falling-apart
of kairosclerosis.
suffer from catoptric tristesse,
but don't think about it
(for too long, anyways.)
look at the mirror
but never look yourself
in the eye,
because who knows what you've become?
don't write what you're feeling.
y
I think it’s selfish
how I have compared
every other kiss
to yours.
( After all-
good things don’t
invite themselves into the lives
of little girls who categorize
their disorders by the scars
on their wrists and who
allow strangers to hang them
from their necks like wishbones. )
But, no one’s hands
have ever staked claim
to this scavenged wasteland
like yours-
not even my own.
And it’s hard to forget that;
please forgive me.
As you wil
he asked her if she loved him
and she looked at that golden boy
with a bumblebee smile and sad veins
like good champagne leaking onto the stars
only a million words were left unsaid.
you weigh something like gravity
in my tired expanse. you are
sand;
(my once splendid mountain)
my love is the ocean
that has worn you down.
with my monstrous tongue,
i pulled you in.
as you fall,
sweeping peacefully into the depths
and filling each crevice,
i am learning to inhale shores.
some would say i'm suffocating
and bring me buckets of air (only to have it
escape my slippery grip).
no, the tides need something heavy
to make of her
a home.
ODE to a tiny paper clip (found on the floor):
Oh tiny paper clip,
why do you sit there...
and look so empty inside...
are you lost without a piece of lined paper to grasp onto?
Can this be true?!!??
papers..... not so nice to you..?
WOE TO YOU....
tiny paper clip...
WOE HOE WOE to you..
will you never learn of other things?!?!?
you only dream of that lined piece, of parchment..
NEVER STOPPING TO SMELL... the roses...
for.. you haven't got.. a nose..
oh why do you look to empty inside...
tiny paper clip..(found on the floor)
WHY!??!?!?!??
O_o' ..........
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