ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Elusive to me was
The sought after emotion
Love, so pure,
Remained a dream lost
In a dark alleyway
I pined, I pleaded
Rejection was close to follow
Stalking me like the ghost
Haunting my every hour
Sending cold throughout
He came to me unexpected
When I had all
But given up my hopes
Of finding love
Loneliness fled
I wouldn’t call it
Love at first sight
For I didn’t see him
But oh, it was love
I was hooked
Waiting for the
Moment we could meet
Face to face
Seemed to drag on
Finally, his plane landed
I watched him walk
Through those automatic doors
And I felt myself run
Straight into his heart
Forever there to stay
The sought after emotion
Love, so pure,
Remained a dream lost
In a dark alleyway
I pined, I pleaded
Rejection was close to follow
Stalking me like the ghost
Haunting my every hour
Sending cold throughout
He came to me unexpected
When I had all
But given up my hopes
Of finding love
Loneliness fled
I wouldn’t call it
Love at first sight
For I didn’t see him
But oh, it was love
I was hooked
Waiting for the
Moment we could meet
Face to face
Seemed to drag on
Finally, his plane landed
I watched him walk
Through those automatic doors
And I felt myself run
Straight into his heart
Forever there to stay
Literature
Symphony of Dreams
I want to explode with you
softly
gently
nothing like an explosion;
our fire in shades of faith and fleeting touches.
I want to lay on the grass
my head on your stomach
and make a movie about us out of the moving clouds
using the sun and barely visible stars as props.
I want to make music with you
a symphony of dreams and realities we can see
but never touch.
I want to hold everything you are in the palm
of my hand
so I can feel your heart's desires seep into my skin.
I want your all
your anything
your pain and your joy.
I want to help you realize
that you're not alone.
I don't want to miss you anymore, love.
Literature
Requiem for a dream
There lies the bewilderness.
I am lost to it.
Lost in it.
Wandering the merging passageways
The trapezium maze of synaptic firing.
Under the over and between the middle
I fall out of the world.
inhale.
Lilac rains on effervescent tin rooves
Turn to remnants of forgotten tears.
The pearly rivulet,
Of moonbeam kisses.
And so the dead bury their dead,
As the living meander by.
For we all feed on death.
exhale.
A sibilating breath speaks,
And in my auspicious solitude
I urge it
To tell me how fine it's all going to be,
As I listen to the restive oracle
That distracts me from myself.
inhale.
Falling. Flying. Missing the Gr
Literature
Between dreams
I'm listening to ice melt. It's funny sometimes, the things you notice when you're alone. The things you hear in the silence. The things we see in the dark. So I listen to the sound of the ice. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Cracking, dripping, wasting away. Am I fighting my sanity? Am a living in a dream? Nothing seems real anymore. In this silence. The ice is still ice but I don't feel like myself. I'm flying maybe, maybe hovering. I see myself in the puddle below. Soft touched and looking back at myself. A looking glass of water. Am I Alice? I run my fingers over the puddle and suddenly I'm a Picasso, a masterpiece. A work
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Submitted to =RawEm0tion theme "Love At First Sight"
© 2009 - 2024 ash4love
Comments17
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
bam! So beautiful!!