ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Fingers like a willow, bending at his whim
Run through amber waves of grain.
(blue eyes and somber cups of tea defined evenings and testimonies of simpler things)
He will hold her in his eyes –the blues ones— and tell her secrets of the world
Like pixie dreams and broken seams and tired, creaky balance beams;
Intertwining fingers and clasped hearts.
Finally.
Run through amber waves of grain.
(blue eyes and somber cups of tea defined evenings and testimonies of simpler things)
He will hold her in his eyes –the blues ones— and tell her secrets of the world
Like pixie dreams and broken seams and tired, creaky balance beams;
Intertwining fingers and clasped hearts.
Finally.
Literature
The Eyes and Stars of You
The land reaches out into the distance,
To the point where ground and sky become one
It is farther than an eye can see
My love stretches further
The mountains reach up, pointing fingers, they seem,
They are pushing the floor of heaven
It is farther than the eye can see
My love reaches further
The oceans, so wide, so deep,
Deep, they must be, for the secrets they bury
It is deeper than than a man can go
My love is deeper
Billions upon billions, sharing love, sharing all,
Each stands, alone or together, and each one falls,
Sometimes, with blessings and luck, into another's eyes
I am the most blessed, the luckiest, I feel
I fall
Literature
blue hour eyes
people say
sparks fly when you meet your somebody
but it wasn't like that with you.
there were no sparks when we met,
no birds singing, no cartoon
hearts.
you were reading.
it was a thick book, and old,
and dogeared
and you glanced up at me,
and smiled
and i remember noticing that your
eyes were blue
[not blue like the ocean
or the sky
but blue like mountains that are fading
into the distance
blue like the moment after the sun sets
blue like snow in the twilight]
and when i heard your
voice for the first time,
it felt familiar
and new
and strange, but beautiful
twisting around me
like the music you sometimes hear in
Literature
His Eyes
With each step, He drew closer to me,
Lurking in the corner, waiting patiently.
In the shadows, where He has no shape,
Devoid of any light, He is the darkness.
A rustle of wind here, a whisper there,
The night is bare, the moon is about,
Casting hiding places for Him as He moves,
Behind me, following my every step.
I knew He was behind me but I walked on,
Walked because there was no escaping Him,
But I made my mind and turned around,
Only to look upon Death, into His eyes.
The coldness in them was overpowering,
But to my surprise, I did not feel the cold at all,
Rather warmth put her arms behind me.
I saw something in those ey
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
"You love him, don't you."
"No, but I do trust him."
---
recently, the words have been awkward but so expressive...
Recently I've been trying a new, shorter style. What really worries me is the third and and fifth line. Should the third line be omitted? And the fifth line has a rhythm to it that is separate from the piece. Is it too distracting?
Edit 1
I reworked the finally line and made it two. I really hope it isn't awkward.
"No, but I do trust him."
---
recently, the words have been awkward but so expressive...
Recently I've been trying a new, shorter style. What really worries me is the third and and fifth line. Should the third line be omitted? And the fifth line has a rhythm to it that is separate from the piece. Is it too distracting?
Edit 1
I reworked the finally line and made it two. I really hope it isn't awkward. © 2010 - 2024 Forever-My-Cookie
Comments26
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
This is lovely