arti feel like I'm falling
desperately clinging to thoughts
as if they were tree branches
Newest Deviations
the next oneFalsely self assigned Predetermined destiny Slips away shortly. She assures herself The temporary flux of the matter. She distracts herself with the next one. Still bleeding, hope forms scabs, Unsightly, she picks them off. Old wounds, still bleeding She distracts herself with the next one. She does not know The quintessential crux of the matter. Waiting for word, or whisper. Echoes make her teary eyed.the next one
by ~PDGP
crucialOld familiar faces Lead us down uneven brick paths And over chain link fences. Recollecting torn t-shirts and bruised knees We beg you not to follow. The distance is crucial.crucial
Hot necks and hairs on end Eyes are a transparent tension. One way street, under construction We demand our detours and Beg you not to follow. The distance is crucial.
Upon waking: our first thought point to you A recollection of a kiss And how the dream felt so real. Yet this is not validation. So we shake it from our minds The forgetting is crucial.
by ~PDGP
inevitable handsMy muse, slain My God, murdered I walk alone in deserts now Deserters of faith, And happiness, accompany me. A sword at my waist, Blade rusted as I refuse suicide. Hands mummified seek To rob my dreams. They seek to be remembered But we cannot remember Hands like wind, Of a perverse kind. Everywhere unwanted. Constantly feeling. Begging. Love me.inevitable hands
by ~PDGP
house of lordsWhat could they have done so wrong? Our lord has hung himself. After years of unquestioned Loyal servitude Early one Monday we find him Hanging silently in the attic With tattered robes and An unbearable smell. Our lord has been rotting for a day And for a thousand years. His mind unchecked, unrestrained Sullied and exploited Our lord hangs himself on a Sunday.house of lords
With Master gone His children run free Also unchecked, unrestrained. Our lord has left an unsigned will Outdated and unbinding. And I, His faithful servant,
Am anxi
by ~PDGP
Favourites
dismantling your leprechaunto the boy in the bottle, my ode is a contract. hurt merits conversation. the blowback is static, hanging in our eyes. stumble and pull out your pistol, black-haired beauty, you will see me sweat and shiver.dismantling your leprechaun
i have shelved shame and resistance; i want this. hurt merits conversation. break me apart, build me into what you figured out before i did.
by ~tigereverskin
Lovers' DanceHearts dancing, To a waltz. I see you, One more time. Feel the beat.Lovers' Dance
by ~alyiana
79. StarvationHeartbeats stutter where they used to flutter, gaining speed with utter recklessness; hard to steer like boats with broken oars and detached rudders. Now the rhythm muttered is a broken engine sputter. You were for so long my bread and butter, now the clutter overflows the gutter where I spend my nights: I shudder under ever present stars at war with city lights. Evening growls and morning bites my dreaming head off; it was in the clouds and territories are too proud to be surrounded by a concrete shroud of hopes we spoke aloud in tones the opposite of thunder79. Starvation
by ~skerd22
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“why do writers write? because it isn't there.”
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Pimp, Dreamer, Gangster, Poet
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“why do writers write? because it isn't there.”
—thomas berger
“no honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: he may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.”
—ts eliot
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"No one lives forever; therefore, death is not the issue. Life is. Death is not a failure. Not choosing to take on the challenge of life is." ~Love, Medicine, & Miracles by Bernie S. Siegel, M.D.
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Pimp, Dreamer, Gangster, Poet
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"No one lives forever; therefore, death is not the issue. Life is. Death is not a failure. Not choosing to take on the challenge of life is." ~Love, Medicine, & Miracles by Bernie S. Siegel, M.D.
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