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Of Everything Before and After the Instance of a Held Breath
Even the wind seems hollow, caught in between being hallowed and swallowed
to touch the hair, the faces, friendly and bound to be carried into ex nihilo
and they felt it, and they dealt it, and they helped it be...
To whisper dreams upon the night, and have it answer with visions devoid of light
seems to be against the nature of self, the concepts that brought about silence
in the minds struggling for a leader to chain the ages upon ivory necks
outside the dichotomies, the infatuation with brain and brawn, with love and sex
and they felt it, and they dealt it, and they helped it be...
Should have known enough to embrace severance and leave cratered and rough,
but as whole as the hole delved within the fabric of what is right, and what is not
and they felt it, and they dealt it, and they helped it be...
The self-centeredness of vengeance, and all that is known to be the semblance
of compassion, has caught the eye of fashion and open-mouth kissed the violence
that seeps through the pores of the Anti-Everyman to brazenly mock Gethsemane.
Through the agony of whole families, it echoes the hollow of the will for enmity
and they felt it, and they dealt it, and they helped it be...
Even the wind seems hollow, caught in between being hallowed and swallowed
to touch the hair, the faces, friendly and bound to be carried into ex nihilo
and they felt it, and they dealt it, and they helped it be...
To whisper dreams upon the night, and have it answer with visions devoid of light
seems to be against the nature of self, the concepts that brought about silence
in the minds struggling for a leader to chain the ages upon ivory necks
outside the dichotomies, the infatuation with brain and brawn, with love and sex
and they felt it, and they dealt it, and they helped it be...
Should have known enough to embrace severance and leave cratered and rough,
but as whole as the hole delved within the fabric of what is right, and what is not
and they felt it, and they dealt it, and they helped it be...
The self-centeredness of vengeance, and all that is known to be the semblance
of compassion, has caught the eye of fashion and open-mouth kissed the violence
that seeps through the pores of the Anti-Everyman to brazenly mock Gethsemane.
Through the agony of whole families, it echoes the hollow of the will for enmity
and they felt it, and they dealt it, and they helped it be...
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no wonder it took him 1455 pages
when i was seven years old, a group of kids in my grade threw rocks at me for liking neopets more than webkinz. from then on, i was convinced i knew what hatred meant. but i don’t know how to describe it to the little girl who sits in the corner of my womb and in ten years might call me mommy and ask for help on dividing the world into black and white.
would i point to the churches with their bigotry? to the cotton fields of the south in the 1800s? to the classrooms of modern day america? would i tell her about how the jews stood in straight lines, waiting to die, with fear in their eyes and faith in their hearts? or would i try and de
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Whale Songs of the Pacific
Listen, the girls swallowed by whales are the ones that grow up lucky.
Listen, no one will warn you about the little boys with the magpie eyes and the fists swinging splinters of glass. No one will warn you that their smiles are sweeter than their words are sweeter than their souls are sweeter than their intentions. No one will warn you of the sheer weight of the world.
Listen, sometimes girls are fragile. Sometimes girls are frothy. Sometimes girls let boys nuzzle "I love you"s into their necks and sometimes girls drink the wine of believing them.
Listen, sometimes the boys really are sweet, and little girls' tart puckered mouths can't ta
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I am not summer personified
Do not compare me to a summers day,
I'm an autumn baby, with fallen leaves,
Printed in gold and amber across my skin,
With the deepest red sunset lips,
Offset by snowy skin.
I am the crisp breath of wind,
On oxygen starved lungs.
Forget the call of the heat,
And fall into my mist embrace.
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ex nihilo = from or out of nothing
Yes, I realize that it is an adj/adv...I claim creative license to push the boundries of word usage.
Yes, I realize that it is an adj/adv...I claim creative license to push the boundries of word usage.
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well, I'm back. heh
I think I know now why I had no clue what this meant before, not that I claim to know it better now...
When I first read it, I was happy. heh. Funny how outside influences can skew an interpretation. It sorta smashed me in the face how depressing this starts off, at least how conscious it is - of things going on and of misfortune.
That's what this reads to me, a great and elaborate description of misfortune in life, how great moments were once had and held in hand but now lost or obscured, and though returning to that feeling of greatness is still possible, its most unlikely.
and that repitition just drives the nail on how depressing this is, heh
beautifully written though. I guess its hard to absorb something you dont prepare yourself to. It's hard for a sea creature to absorb air through the air, instead of air through the water.
that should make no sense, and then complete sense,
i liked this greatly
I think I know now why I had no clue what this meant before, not that I claim to know it better now...
When I first read it, I was happy. heh. Funny how outside influences can skew an interpretation. It sorta smashed me in the face how depressing this starts off, at least how conscious it is - of things going on and of misfortune.
That's what this reads to me, a great and elaborate description of misfortune in life, how great moments were once had and held in hand but now lost or obscured, and though returning to that feeling of greatness is still possible, its most unlikely.
and that repitition just drives the nail on how depressing this is, heh
beautifully written though. I guess its hard to absorb something you dont prepare yourself to. It's hard for a sea creature to absorb air through the air, instead of air through the water.
that should make no sense, and then complete sense,
i liked this greatly