ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
My flowers sit
Faded, fragile,
Blue on his table there.
He kissed my hands
Darkly, hidden,
Seen by the moon alone.
My flowers grew,
Meant for no one,
Those on his table there.
Faded, fragile,
Blue on his table there.
He kissed my hands
Darkly, hidden,
Seen by the moon alone.
My flowers grew,
Meant for no one,
Those on his table there.
Literature
Cliff Notes
Cliff Notes
Cricket leg serenades
To this Asbach taste that veneers late Tuesday -
Companions to a cork parade
Of characters strolling through the vines;
Residential escape in charmed, young prime
Staving off charge of rolling night.
Fetch your pink,
From recessed cupboards, bottled up
To pour on ice.
Relax.
Lay the tumbler to the coaster;
Watch condensation droplets
Pool into a question
You avoid.
The modern art above your bed
Is sacrilege;
Grasping for tradition, well-kept
And bred in sound conditions;
A sieve that bled until she cried
Your name
From underneath those lines,
And you found heaven
Through that answer i
Literature
chance and destiny
destiny and chance have intimate discussions over green tea. destiny jokes about how foolish people take his name in vain, much like that of god, and they laugh together. chance whispers, myths and folklore, like the easter bunny and santa claus. she takes credit for 90% of the goings-on of human life,death,love,loss,and discovery. you see what we fail to realize is that life is like a game of chess.
played by two opposing forces each wanting to undo the other and come out as the victor. the end all be all and final word. instead of thank god falling from the lips of people; chance would love to hear 'thank chance'. for it is merely chance,
Suggested Collections
love and blue flowers
© 2004 - 2024 lilymaid7
Comments8
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
So simple and pretty 
Lovely, thank you
Lovely, thank you