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here is a haiku to set the mood:
i view you with eyes
of telescopes. you see me
through a blind man's eyes.
i am as depressed as my
tongue. an examination
of my uvula lets doctors
tell me what's wrong
with me
everything
your orthodontist told me
to close my eyes
& open my mouth
your optometrist told me
to close my mouth
& open my eyes
you told me
to close my heart
& open my legs,
but i just closed the window
of your Facebook, a window
of opportunity,
& opened a door
shaped like your
nothing.
as i exited,
i found my
Something
i view you with eyes
of telescopes. you see me
through a blind man's eyes.
i am as depressed as my
tongue. an examination
of my uvula lets doctors
tell me what's wrong
with me
everything
your orthodontist told me
to close my eyes
& open my mouth
your optometrist told me
to close my mouth
& open my eyes
you told me
to close my heart
& open my legs,
but i just closed the window
of your Facebook, a window
of opportunity,
& opened a door
shaped like your
nothing.
as i exited,
i found my
Something
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Need
I don't need a shoulder to cry on
I have two of my own
I don't need an ear to listen
I have two of my own
I don't even need a hug
I have two arms of my own
But what I do need
Is a second heart to sing with mine
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talk to me sober.
alcohol is your best
friend while my innocence
is mine, you have your
lies and i have my life.
which do you
honestly think will
last longer?
-
we spend weekends at
bars and weekdays on
the roof of your parents
old house.
no one lives here
now so it's the
perfect place for
you to have sex with
strangers and get drunk.
-
i'm alive, i'm alive.
you're only dreaming.
-
i spend weekends walking
down the street where the
bar used to be, and i spend
weekdays working like
normal people.
you still think you're
going somewhere, and your band
is going to make it
someday. someday.
someday we'll all be
dead all you wi
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I Don't Deserve You
Because someday it'll be you on the floor
Slumped among the shattered teacups and spilled wine.
Someday it'll be you staring up at me,
Tears blurring those gorgeous, uncomprehending eyes
One word flung at me, hurled like a physical thing-
"Why?"
Why?
Because you thought you could save me.
Because you thought that your mere presence,
Your mere being,
Would somehow reach down,
Down,
Deep into my soul-
And alter my very self.
Because you thought that somehow,
Somehow you would be so different from all the others.
Why?
Because someday this image you have of yourself-
This philanthropist missionary leaning down toward the savage
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i would run across a blistering sky for you,
but i know you don't like my poetic clichés
but i know you don't like my poetic clichés
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the haiku is very very beautiful!