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Wise old sensei,
Killed his own love in duel,
What sadness he hides.
Killed his own love in duel,
What sadness he hides.
Literature
Rest In Peace
Rest In Peace: Baby Down Toilet.
Literature
I Feel
At times like this,
I feel so alone,
I know you're here,
I know you love me.
Yet still I feel withdrawn,
cloaked within myself,
hiding.
I long to be...
wanted,
desired,
liked,
loved.
It is like a drug,
I cannot quit.
Maybe it's the depression,
but when I'm like this,
there are two drugs I crave,
love and solitude.
Torn between being alone,
so you won't see the pain,
and being loved enough
to erase the pain.
Each day it grows,
worse and worse,
needing more and more,
until I drain you dry,
with nothing
left to give.
Waiting for you...
to touch me,
to want me,
to hold me,
to love me.
At tim
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Remembrance
I sit here with the Mogwai going loud and
Discussions of poetry ringing around my head
Like Saturn and her rings, golden, wedding her to
So many moons, words about words.
Poetry is for tasting, honey,
Rather than autopsies and
Scientific histories.
How we have loved,
Loving moments and
Connections
How we have Celebrated
Fictional moments never
accepting we are as we are
as
We would rather be.
We put ourselves together
one word at a time
Remembering
Not with memories
But as an opposite
Poetry is not an autopsy
A biopsy
Poetry is the opposite of everything that cuts
Clean
Poetry tears us together, bloody and new.
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lol I like this one and I love your description.