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You place your faith
In the maps and charts
Of fools.
You seek what God could never give
To those mighty Conquistadors,
Resplendent buffoons in pantaloons
Searching for a lie.
The fire dances tonight
In your inkwells and your elements.
It overlooks
The shirts, phantom-pressed,
And countless cups of tea
Undrunk, now cold.
The gold
You really desire lies beyond
The Aztecs and the Incas. It lurks
In you. Drag it out, screaming,
Into the pitch midnight
And then, maybe, you will see:
The treasure was always here.
You just needed to claim it.
In the maps and charts
Of fools.
You seek what God could never give
To those mighty Conquistadors,
Resplendent buffoons in pantaloons
Searching for a lie.
The fire dances tonight
In your inkwells and your elements.
It overlooks
The shirts, phantom-pressed,
And countless cups of tea
Undrunk, now cold.
The gold
You really desire lies beyond
The Aztecs and the Incas. It lurks
In you. Drag it out, screaming,
Into the pitch midnight
And then, maybe, you will see:
The treasure was always here.
You just needed to claim it.
Literature
Apocalypta
Dawn breaks soft,
You are sun glare
in the rearview;
and I, the heavy mist
ahead
on a road that forgets to end.
Literature
Forging Foundations
there is part of me that knows these walls
in the same ways I know
unrequited was the dream I used to tie my strings to,
unrequited was the hope I used to fill myself up,
unrequited is just a word I used to be friends with
because you've crooked your fingers
into the hooks of my jeans
and you've hooked my heart,
dangling, a stranger to safety
learning how to let someone lead--
there is a piece of me that fears these feelings
like I fear insects that sting, like I fear wildfires that rage,
like I fear porcelain dolls
with cracked faces and scarred chests
because so far in this life,
all the beautiful things I've ever held
have come to me brok
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...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
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This was sort-of inspired by a production of John Webster's "The Duchess of Malfi"(from the Sam Wanamaker Playhouse) that I saw recently- not in terms of plot or theme, but the play was staged in the pitch black, with only candlelight to guide the actors. Out of that dark and intriguing atmosphere, this was born...
Any feedback would be appreciated!
Any feedback would be appreciated!
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God I love this.