deviant art

Deviant Login
Buy Art Buy adCast Buy Premium Membership
Shop		  Join deviantART for FREE Take the Tour
×
AffannatoIf my ribs were weighted keys,
I'd play you an ocean song that tips you
right off the edge of the earth,
and clinging to my last phrase, you'd say
'what a tragedy, what a helpless dreamer,
such a beautiful pair of lungs gone to the dust'.

And night would hold us in that distant desperation,
playing our heartstrings so we couldn't keep up,
no, not with that soulful, off-tempo portrait
of who we could have let each other become.

I'll crawl back to bed on my bare boned knees
and when I wake to the black holes you've burned
into the sheets you and I were 'us' on,
I'll write you a desert song
about how I jumped off the edge of the earth
and yo
-selfless-slipping from the sky
one lonely star
grants its last wish
blue and gold are not just colorsshe had been blue-sighted
since
dawn cracked her forehead.
it was the dress she wore on his funeral
the color of her school flag
the shine in her father's eyes;
she waited in blue and gold.

no, she refused to set a bar
because
life didn't just come to her.
she earned her place
in her mother's womb
when each blood vessel questioned her
each nerve ending, if she could live
and each antibody, if she was worth it.

see, she doesn't need new dresses.
she has a memory
for each of hers in her locked closet.
she may not wear all of them
(and most she cringes at the sight of)
but her heart
jumps enough
every time bits of her old
InfernoSeptember is a sultry tangle
of curly hair and corduroy jackets stretched
over broad shoulders that I've been leaning on,
metaphorically.

He won't press for answers
and I won't trouble him with my problems.
So he complains about the weather –
he's never gotten used to these sticky, southern delta summers –
while I hold the door
and press the call button.

The half-lit elevator drops us off above Dante's first layer.
I feel sorry for anyone beneath,
but I've indulgences to buy
and my own hell to return to.

But there's a light in my pocket –
abandon not all hope,
and

smile.
Of BlissKissing daffodils sway,
serenaded by the waver of
gossamer wings;

faces blushing bright
as the sunlight
slips away.
ThumbtackThis is a broken world.

The thought cannot be broken.
There will be no enjambment,
no:
"This is a
broken world."

It doesn't work that way.
The thought is whole.
There can be no splicing to
make it go down easier.
It shouldn't go down easy;
it should be a thumbtack in your throat
screaming out its presence.

Don't forget to swallow.
planetary perspectivedid you ever stare into the sun as she was falling behind the horizon
and realize
you're the one falling?

could you finally assimilate, during her spectacular dive,
the wonderous speed
at which you're moving?

did you ever walk barefoot by the roaring, receding ocean
and ponder in awe
the distant moon's attraction?

did you ever observe great orion plunge into a forest
and mourn
when the hunter didn't find his way home

but stands forever in cold space,
while we, in our naïvety, just keep going
around

and around

?
in dark eyeethereally floating there
envying the lust of life
luridly at a rolling boil

expansive outcome of supernova
distant alluring signal
behind fine line lashes

comet trails pioneer the iris
tease of civilizations incalculable
ancient creation secrets born anew

granted before wish uttered
just a shy blink leaves me
ethereally floating there
West of the SunWhen our worded train
was about to derail,
I saw 'una donna bella'
with hair as the olives
from the groves
where we trailed,
and stole kisses.
She was a more enticing read
than the one absent,
as the sweet red in her lips
was what the wine vapors
were searching for
just to make sense
once more.
Splitting from her locks,
like the grass we were picking,
were her bladed words;
splicing together
in seamless strands,
and cutting south
like flocks of birds.
Ocean EyesYour skin would be lace
Between my fingertips,
Tangling with streams
Of golden sunlight that
Button you up,
Leaving intricate patterns
That tell your secrets
With every thread.

You'd breathe like a mermaid,
The scent of the sea echoing
In our veins,
Like teenage hearts
Pumped full of lust.
Too fast.
Like heels on marble floors,
But you're so
Much closer
Than that.

You're blood in my lungs
And air in my heart,
But I live only
Off the raindrops
That fall from
Your soft, sea-stone eyes
When a smile curves your lips.

The edges
Gathering me,
Unraveling me.

(I carve you in the sand,
But ocean tears
Wash you away.)
I took offMy day off.
I stand in sunlight
without asking.
I can watch it being day.

The mud is soft and cool at home.
I'd bury well without a casket,
I’ll be a naked pill for earth.

I build a garden box from wood,
smash my thumb.
Red bell
peppers;
too late for lettuce.

I had a premonition
I would live like this.
No one will remember me.
I’ll forget by Tuesday.
ropehang me from the moon,
i want to be beautiful
Haiku IIIwhite cherry blossoms
melt on frosted window panes -
harbinger of Spring
pearlescentyou are as pearlescent as a paua shell
soft, pretty, glimmer-changing.

like a fish, a silver-quick fish
darting, shifting, every moment you are new.

rippling, iridescent colours
sliding joyously and gleamingly over you and

around you, kissing you with fragments of light
here, there, gone.

quick as a flash you are.
AtlantisOur ships float close under sunlit skies,
hovering above Atlantis.
We claimed the ocean miles as our own,
an underwater district which we would call home.

Drown.
Suffocate with Neptune,
as heavens burst through violet haze.
Your gaze,
splits the nebula, infinite space,
and explosions in a faraway place.

And when the sun should close its eyes,
you'll sail afar.
To climb electric vines,
and lay in the arms of the storm.
Browse More Like This

More from ~myprettypictures

SlippingI am slipping again,
Back down the dark and slippery tunnel of depression.
I've been down here before,
So I know what a terrible place awaits me at the bottom.
I also know
Just how hard it is to get back up.

I was lucky before;
I only spent a few weeks there last time.
I managed to get out
Before the situation turned permanent.
But I can sense
That if I reach the dank floor again,
It will be
For a much, much longer time.

So I struggle.
I cling to the tunnel walls.
I claw my way back up,
Hoping, praying
That I can soon return to my home
In euphoric bliss.
CursorCursor

How white and blank
The document is,
Except for the cursor
Every second, it disappears
Then returns,
Just a vertical black line
Mocking me, emphasizing
How white and blank
The document is.
Live Like There's No TomorrowThree days ago… I met a time traveler. He told me that I had one day left to live.

Two days ago… I lived like there was no tomorrow. I broke the law, I broke a heart, and I made my dreams come true.

Yesterday… I didn't die.

Today… I have to try to rebuild the bridges I burnt and pick up the broken pieces of the life I was prepared to leave forever.

Featured in Groups

:iconlooselacespoetry:
×

Dandelions

:iconmyprettypictures:

I remember,
When I was just a little kid
In spring,
I would pick dandelions.
My mom told me not to pick them
Because they were weeds.

"But mom," I would argue,
"Dandelions are flowers,
Not weeds!"

I remember
Not being able to comprehend
How something so pretty
Could be a bad thing.
Besides,
They weren't hurting anyone.

Now, I wonder-
Who is more at fault?
Me,
For judging by looks
Or my mom,
For judging by labels.

But one thing I am sure of;
Neither of us
Gave dandelions
A fair chance.

262

19 10 27
:iconmyprettypictures:

Dandelionsby ~myprettypictures

DescriptionDetailsShare
Download HTML download, 729 bytes
Submitting this to the contest thing ^_^


(True story, about the dandelions. I think it makes a neat metaphor.)
©2010-2013 ~myprettypictures
Category: Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Details

Stats

Submitted on
May 9, 2010
File Size
729 bytes
Views
262
Favourites
19 (who?)
Comments
10
Downloads
27
URL
Thumb
Only verified accounts can report policy violations. Please check your email and click on the verification link.
* Required field
Add a Comment:
 
Preview   Add Comment
:iconlaeneris:
~Laeneris Jan 9, 2013  Student Writer
My mom always said that they weren't weeds, but special flowers. :) I agree with you, it does make a really neat metaphor. Congratulations on your DLD! :clap:
Reply
:icondoodelay:
~Doodelay Jan 9, 2013  Student Writer
Unbelievable message!

:clap: :la:
:happybounce: :clap:
:clap: :clap:
Reply
:iconxlntwtch:
*xlntwtch Jan 8, 2013   Writer
Congratulations on the DLD. I also think this "makes a neat metaphor." It says a lot in a few words. :+fav: Thank you.
Reply
:icondailylitdeviations:
=DailyLitDeviations Jan 8, 2013
Your wonderful literary work has been chosen to be featured by =DailyLitDeviations in a news article that can be found here: [link]

Be sure to check out the other artists featured and show your support by :+fav:ing the News Article. Keep writing and keep creating.
Reply
:iconsurrealcachinnation:
*SurrealCachinnation Nov 3, 2012  Student Writer
Aww... I definitely had that moment as a child, too. Not with my mom. With someone else at some point, some random adult in my life who I don't even remember anymore. A teacher? Someone else's parent? I dunno. But I liked to pick them and blow the seeds off of them and make a wish. I still do. If there are random dandelions on campus, I'll pick them if nobody's around. :giggle:
Reply
:iconsilverinkblot:
=SilverInkblot Nov 2, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hello :) Just a note to let you know that I've featured this piece in my journal: [link] :D
Reply
:iconrainedrops18:
~RaineDrops18 May 23, 2010
Sweet, I love dandelions =)
Reply
:iconkarma4thesoul:
!Karma4theSoul May 10, 2010
I like the way you put that, I never would've thought so deep about picking dandelions.
It's nice, how you take something so innocent and give it a new meaning.

You've earned a cookie. :cookie:
Reply
:iconmyprettypictures:
~myprettypictures May 10, 2010
Thanks for the cookie! and the compliment on my poem, too.
Reply
:iconkarma4thesoul:
!Karma4theSoul May 10, 2010
:meow: No problem.
You're really good at what you do, keep it up!! :clap:
Reply
Add a Comment:
 
Preview   Add Comment
©2013 deviantART. All rights reserved
About Us | Contact Us | Developers | Careers | Site Tour | Help & FAQ Advertise | Premium Membership Etiquette | Privacy Policy | Terms of Service | Copyright Policy