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I'm gnashing my teeth.
and I have a habit of clenching my jaw in my sleep.
You once were a polished dentist,
supplied me with a sponge to bite down on
and I knew it kept my teeth from cracking and crumbling
- old china -
I've grown acutely aware
that I'm gnawing on a sponge.
when I'd really like to be eating away at life.
and I have a habit of clenching my jaw in my sleep.
You once were a polished dentist,
supplied me with a sponge to bite down on
and I knew it kept my teeth from cracking and crumbling
- old china -
I've grown acutely aware
that I'm gnawing on a sponge.
when I'd really like to be eating away at life.
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New Friendship
Kodi never would have thought his day would turn out like this. Who would have thought a dragon, a beast of legend, would pounce on him while he was walking through the woods?
Just the thought of dragons existing made him shiver. What sort of things could they do to the human civilization? There were so many questions going through his mind. What was the beast going to do to him? But when the dragon started lowering its head to him, all of his thought were replaced by fear.
Corals pov-
He could feel the boy shaking under his paw, and he could easily feel the fear flowing out of him. Coral understood this. This was the first time the boy has
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Basilisk
Blood on my fingertips leaves ribbons down the walls of your temple. Here I am always running. Through your twisted caverns. Through your dripping caves. To worship you and desecrate you alike. I leave parts of myself everywhere so you can never forget what you are about to do to me. This ragged breathing of mine echoing low among your cloisters. I make one last attempt at reconciliation: a honeyed kiss to hide my own bitter taste. But you coil about me as you always do. Your slit eyes glow open in the shadows. Glittering curious serpentine. Tracing silent lines across my open rib cage. My beating glistening jewel pounding swelling awaiting y
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Trying to Clear My Mind
Invisible until,
a smile seen through a window.
A bright light ensnaring a moth.
Handsome, quiet mystery.
Many reasons to walk away,
but... a puzzle and I reluctantly,
obsessed. Trying to turn away,
but piqued by music, art, creativity!
Just let it go, let it go,
why can't I let it go. Filled with curiosity.
The best way out is through.
Must unravel the mystery.
Would he meet for coffee,
a phone call,
a text?
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wow, i never read a poem like this before, well done