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three years ago, in the garage of a boy
I have never met,
chaos
bled
into peace
and on the warfs of time there stood the aching silhouette
of such a true heart.
The heart was not two hearts
but one incalcuable heart
sweeter than sea shells found
and stranger than dreams. You are the high plucked note of an electric guitar,
echo -
wonder
you are true sleep.
and the only
awake -
You are not here or there but carried, kept,
safe, far -
dangerously near always.
I know you, and I have watched the clocks melt
at our feet. Watch them too; take up your hands
and reach, rest, know...
Know that time, Time is nothing...
It never was.
In dark hours,
when the sun was going to rise
and it did
and I was crying anyway
a field of tiger lilies bloomed
in my chest. You heard the sigh
and ached too and nothing was more bare as bone
than the way that true love
listens
.
--
I opened my mouth
and gave them all to you--the unbreakable petals and dewpoints--
see they grew invariably
toward the scratchy light
of your voice,
and nothing, not even fire,
changes that...
So then doves
arrived in me,
and I spoke law
I entered
a holy honesty.
My voice brushed the hair
from your eyes and my parted mouth breathed star hopes
inside, in there. Heart. Static.
---Clarity.
I said you are so much deeper than blood
and in that instant,
somewhere--right here--
right there--
a shadow died.
A ghost shattered.
You understood.
Not out of
courtesy, not from lack
of sleep--
but from the simple beautiful hurt
that your blood
glows also
--
I am afraid of how beautiful the word 'wings'
is, and hours ago, I had ears again. You...
Angels blew hallehjuah smoke
against piano keys and the sound
of breath was
so unbreakable it broke speech
I knew the sound
And God,
I will always
know
the sound
--
You are not
a gift
but a realm of gifts, over and over...
Do you see the marks on my hands? The trails of gold dust?
I can't
stop opening you.
Music entered you once
and twenty minutes in I was chosen and something rocked
the core of heaven I said you. are. the act. of living
and you are
I have never met,
chaos
bled
into peace
and on the warfs of time there stood the aching silhouette
of such a true heart.
The heart was not two hearts
but one incalcuable heart
sweeter than sea shells found
and stranger than dreams. You are the high plucked note of an electric guitar,
echo -
wonder
you are true sleep.
and the only
awake -
You are not here or there but carried, kept,
safe, far -
dangerously near always.
I know you, and I have watched the clocks melt
at our feet. Watch them too; take up your hands
and reach, rest, know...
Know that time, Time is nothing...
It never was.
In dark hours,
when the sun was going to rise
and it did
and I was crying anyway
a field of tiger lilies bloomed
in my chest. You heard the sigh
and ached too and nothing was more bare as bone
than the way that true love
listens
.
--
I opened my mouth
and gave them all to you--the unbreakable petals and dewpoints--
see they grew invariably
toward the scratchy light
of your voice,
and nothing, not even fire,
changes that...
So then doves
arrived in me,
and I spoke law
I entered
a holy honesty.
My voice brushed the hair
from your eyes and my parted mouth breathed star hopes
inside, in there. Heart. Static.
---Clarity.
I said you are so much deeper than blood
and in that instant,
somewhere--right here--
right there--
a shadow died.
A ghost shattered.
You understood.
Not out of
courtesy, not from lack
of sleep--
but from the simple beautiful hurt
that your blood
glows also
--
I am afraid of how beautiful the word 'wings'
is, and hours ago, I had ears again. You...
Angels blew hallehjuah smoke
against piano keys and the sound
of breath was
so unbreakable it broke speech
I knew the sound
And God,
I will always
know
the sound
--
You are not
a gift
but a realm of gifts, over and over...
Do you see the marks on my hands? The trails of gold dust?
I can't
stop opening you.
Music entered you once
and twenty minutes in I was chosen and something rocked
the core of heaven I said you. are. the act. of living
and you are
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i am falling with you
i.
there is no need in this, only want.
ii.
i fear for my safety, and you know this.
i dont know if i should be disturbed by your telling me that you would kill them if they ever hurt me, and yet you are nearly a man too. i am disturbed by how far i let you in and i am glad you cant see how you are the one who could hurt me most of all, and
only the trust i have in you will prevent that eventuality.
iii.
i have always been an obstinate creature. my mother spent years telling everyone who asked how i spent days clinging to the inside of her womb, unwilling to come out with the rose-tinted, nostalgic wis
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affection drive
If I recycled
the love littered at your feet
hearts would starve no more.
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We Watched Ourselves Dissipate
we caught our breath with butterfly nets
and exhaled
the pieces of each other's wings
that stuck in our lungs.
the sky gave a shiver and the stars
unsealed, their firefly cores shimmering
and fluttering
toward us.
plucking them from the air, they slip
between our fingertips
and fall like butterfly wings
to the ground.
we conduct the celestial engagement with
our metallic hearts
that control this unsteady rhythm of
love crescendos
and staccato love-making.
like conductors in an orchestra.
our lives write the love songs.
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This is beautiful.
Just one thing, I think you may have a spelling mistake in the line:
"Angels blew hallehjuah smoke".
I think it's 'hallelujah'.
Just one thing, I think you may have a spelling mistake in the line:
"Angels blew hallehjuah smoke".
I think it's 'hallelujah'.