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Literature Text
I dial *67
before I
call myself
an artist
but don't answer
blocked calls
and refuse
to get my
wisdom teeth
pulled
scratching
your head
for you
listening
to my own
songs
bringing it
all back
nostalgia
making love
to the now
as I spy
on them
through
a key-hole
my pen
strokes
complimenting
the sound
of bed springs
as their
durability
is tested
opening
the door
a crack
and often
missing
the way
my head
used to ring
crying
drops of paint
depicting
some one else's
memories
gliding
down my cheeks
murmuring
like the
rustle of dead leaves
demanding
that they be
returned to the tree
as the urge
to turn back
weighs on me
like unwilling sleep
I hang
the phone up
after
forwarding
myself
to voice-mail
I hate
leaving
messages
before I
call myself
an artist
but don't answer
blocked calls
and refuse
to get my
wisdom teeth
pulled
scratching
your head
for you
listening
to my own
songs
bringing it
all back
nostalgia
making love
to the now
as I spy
on them
through
a key-hole
my pen
strokes
complimenting
the sound
of bed springs
as their
durability
is tested
opening
the door
a crack
and often
missing
the way
my head
used to ring
crying
drops of paint
depicting
some one else's
memories
gliding
down my cheeks
murmuring
like the
rustle of dead leaves
demanding
that they be
returned to the tree
as the urge
to turn back
weighs on me
like unwilling sleep
I hang
the phone up
after
forwarding
myself
to voice-mail
I hate
leaving
messages
Literature
Driftfoot
waking up at 3 past midnight
wiping dreams from my calm eyes
no starlight peering through the blinds
but still i find myself alive
my bones are up and want to jam
a barefoot run at 4am
the blue hood swirls about my head
and lifts my sweet heart back to bed
Literature
Lexicon
I found my old dictionary today.
The new one is sleek, modern. A quietly efficient affair.
No room for unwieldy clunk, like sentimentn. refined or tender emotion; manifestation of the higher or more refined feelings. or levity n. lightness of mind, character, or behavior; lack of appropriate seriousness or earnestness..
This old one, though, is well worn. Hazel green cover with a hint of blue.
Cracks abound, tangling in the weather loved pages. Nebulae pour through them, eviscerating the mundane with the profundity of it all.
Rust curls up in its crevices, stealing away the remorseless taste of time. I found the notes in the side, the ones w
Literature
Softening of Armor
There was a time of great sickness-
bare bones starving out the demons
and building fragile frameworks
to withstand the stress of change.
There were doubts and defenses…
fear and then thunder-
crashing moments of shared vibration.
The epic push and pull,
full silence followed by
some sweet surrender,
affirmations of realness,
the softening of armor,
the slow, sinking sensation
of accepting a beautiful truth
whose solace outweighed trepidation.
A greatness to vanquish
all previous transgressions-
the abstruse condition of falling in love.
© M.Pimentel 2015
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I went through your gallery to until here with a certain kind of strong like "I won't stop, I just want to read, I can't comment, no time, I need to read" but I needed to stop here to take a breath because I like it.
A lot.