ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Hear me
Feel the touch of my voice
Like wind against your skin
Feel it melt into your ears
As butter into warm bread.
I'm with you now,
In the land of our wounded souls
Where Romulus and Remus suckle
And Pomona tends to her garden so gingerly.
This is where your footfall sounds like rain drops
On parched earth
Your memories whisper of love
Lost-dissolved.
You will drink no more of shame
The tide of abandonment no longer washes over you
Kiss me now, sweet and loving,
The curse is lifted.
You are free.
Feel the touch of my voice
Like wind against your skin
Feel it melt into your ears
As butter into warm bread.
I'm with you now,
In the land of our wounded souls
Where Romulus and Remus suckle
And Pomona tends to her garden so gingerly.
This is where your footfall sounds like rain drops
On parched earth
Your memories whisper of love
Lost-dissolved.
You will drink no more of shame
The tide of abandonment no longer washes over you
Kiss me now, sweet and loving,
The curse is lifted.
You are free.
Literature
Love
Kiedy czujesz woń bezduszną utoń w niej,
bo serce potrzebuje tego nie głowa.
Ty nie kochasz tej miłości sercem,
ty jej nie rozumiesz.
Pozbądź się ciężkości,
pozwól sobie na to co najgłębsze.
A dojdziesz do miejsca w którym zrozumiesz...
Że miłość po prostu jest.
Wiersz mojej koleżanki. Pozwoliła na publikację. B.G.
Literature
Cadence
it was the softest idea that occurred to me,
while tracing the fresh memory of
your fingers on my skin,
calming me, like the sun going down on the wet, green earth;
this was the tenderness in your face as my tired tears
wet the cushions.
I was wholly encased in your warmth.
there I was slowly suspended, embryonic;
not still, but in a state of cadence,
returning to myself - harmonic
and returning.
you've seen me,
I arrive back to you every morning at the end of my long journeys,
the night still fresh in my cold hair
and the smell of quiet lingering between my fingers;
all the stars still clinging to my clothes and
I arrive at your body. th
Literature
Love
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
I've got an idea for a story in which some guy, heartbroken and on his last twenty bucks, wanders into a mysterious wood and comes across a dryad. The dryad, also a victim of endless heartbreak throughout her life, sympathizes with him and takes him to her realm where she recites this spell, taking from the guy all his love so that he never needs to feel that pain again, and so that she can cherish the feeling. In the end he leaves, and she finds herself longing for him for all eternity. Sappy shit, really, but as I might get it published I'm not going to post it here.
Lemme know if you think the spell needs some patching up or total reworking.
Lemme know if you think the spell needs some patching up or total reworking.
© 2013 - 2024 SgtPossum
Comments6
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Write more poetry.
Also, I'm very intrigued about the piece this will be a part of. I'll be keeping my eyes open for it.