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I'm the girl with bayou eyes,
twigs, mud and death snaking into my curls.
I pause to breathe and s-h-o-c-k,
shock sets in:
Day One.
Earthen clasps latch on my arms,
pulling me back down;
the meandering waters clutch
at my bell-shaped elbows.
Day Six.
My smile is climatic;
the sun always seems to shine,
burning the layers of leaves
but I can't even put up a fight
to remember its grace.
Day Seventeen.
I'm surrounded by an animalistic embrace--
mismatched light from alligator stares
and throaty frog musings.
Day Twenty-eight.
I forget what color
the back of my eyelids were.
twigs, mud and death snaking into my curls.
I pause to breathe and s-h-o-c-k,
shock sets in:
Day One.
Earthen clasps latch on my arms,
pulling me back down;
the meandering waters clutch
at my bell-shaped elbows.
Day Six.
My smile is climatic;
the sun always seems to shine,
burning the layers of leaves
but I can't even put up a fight
to remember its grace.
Day Seventeen.
I'm surrounded by an animalistic embrace--
mismatched light from alligator stares
and throaty frog musings.
Day Twenty-eight.
I forget what color
the back of my eyelids were.
Literature
inPersonals
I've been known to bring strong
men to their knees
and leave them there.
Call me thursday night - I'll be laying in the bathtub,
candlelit with the makings for a pipe
bomb. I like to make explosive
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listen.
listen,
i'd shatter the night
with my silicon lips just so you
could smell the dew drops awaiting
morning.
i'd let trickle a million drops of my
ancestry to preserve your potential.
here,
fold these tissue paper memories into
miniature cranes, tie some string to them
and let them fly you away to somewhere
filled with smiles and half-hidden secrets.
did you know,
your breath gave birth to the textures
on those exceptional silver linings?
i know,
only do i have you to thank for
and apologize to.
for breaking a part off me and taking
it with you as a keep-sake, having me
feel so much that it throbbed and rubbed
against some
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You, Me, and the Fireflies
There's a stable that holds consistency and horses
and men who don't know the difference.
There are fireflies- nature's dusk, flashlights,
and men who put them in jars.
Like how they think every person is a star.
We are not stars. We are people.
Do not mistake us for being brighter than we are.
Don't put light on our faces and say "look how bright she shines!"
Shining does not make a creature divine.
We are made in the image of who?
So why do we personify the things we are not.
Stars get names.
Babies get names.
Take the sky for what she is, and she will take you for what you are.
How would the world be if winter storms said,
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For the lovely and busy[hopefullyhappilybusy], ~a-fiery-boom.
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They had asked for " a poem or something too, if you want. Just no romance." I hope this is okay. (:
HOP TO IT STEPHANY. STOP BEING A SLACKER.
Thank you ~lemmingtimes for being my editor!
Also for =KneelingGlory's Mini Poetry Contest . Humor was encouraged but I am rarely funny, especially when it comes to poetry. D: Used the words "climatic" and "bell".
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They had asked for " a poem or something too, if you want. Just no romance." I hope this is okay. (:
HOP TO IT STEPHANY. STOP BEING A SLACKER.
Thank you ~lemmingtimes for being my editor!
Also for =KneelingGlory's Mini Poetry Contest . Humor was encouraged but I am rarely funny, especially when it comes to poetry. D: Used the words "climatic" and "bell".
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Utterly gorgeous. Tight structure, lovely sense of rhythm and rhyme, but aptly eerie too. Your writing evokes thickly burbling emotions, muddy echoes, and shrill voices in the night. A dark beauty, your Song to t' Bayou.
Grazie for sharing this with all of us in the dA sea!
1 grammar correction:
"to remember it's grace" ---> "to remember its grace"
It's = it is. Its = possessive form.
Fae is something of a grammar freak. ^^ Hope you don't mind! I think that one change will up the quality of the poem, though the content itself is amaziiiiing!
Grazie for sharing this with all of us in the dA sea!
1 grammar correction:
"to remember it's grace" ---> "to remember its grace"
It's = it is. Its = possessive form.
Fae is something of a grammar freak. ^^ Hope you don't mind! I think that one change will up the quality of the poem, though the content itself is amaziiiiing!