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February 9, 2015
getting rid of cold feet by musicallybrunet is full of brilliant imagery.
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i stepped out and fog surrounded me, too
thin to be a proper blanket but i felt
at home for a split second-
figments of fragmented feelings flutter
against my unpoetically un-fragile ribcage.
endings are endings no matter where their
beginnings, the cold seeped into my soul
(i mean socks)
and my hands matched my heart,
heavy breaths stain the air white and i pretend
i am a dragon-
childish dreams will never fully leave.
i complain stain drain gain a chain of apologies,
i apologized enough for the two of us and you
never really listened,
but i wonder wandering through hazy memory lanes,
when was the last time timid timing didn't ru(i)n-
today, i remembered to smile at myself in the mirror
and i braided my hair while i was at it.
thin to be a proper blanket but i felt
at home for a split second-
figments of fragmented feelings flutter
against my unpoetically un-fragile ribcage.
endings are endings no matter where their
beginnings, the cold seeped into my soul
(i mean socks)
and my hands matched my heart,
heavy breaths stain the air white and i pretend
i am a dragon-
childish dreams will never fully leave.
i complain stain drain gain a chain of apologies,
i apologized enough for the two of us and you
never really listened,
but i wonder wandering through hazy memory lanes,
when was the last time timid timing didn't ru(i)n-
today, i remembered to smile at myself in the mirror
and i braided my hair while i was at it.
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longing
i scuff at sidewalk bottle caps,
mouthing your name as i pass shriveled milkweed stalks and snuffed-out cigarettes.
once, the clock hands pointed north. they mock me now with each degree elapsed,
each angle pointing to a slew of compass-rose regrets.
mouthing your name as i pass shriveled milkweed stalks and snuffed-out cigarettes,
i hear the second hand’s advance tally my silences like rosary beads,
each angle pointing to a slew of compass-rose regrets.
if only i could pull your name from this unmerciful stampede!
i hear the second hand’s advance tally my silences like rosary beads.
every dull tock measures out those quinine
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There Were Four
There Were Four
It was a slow day, and for good reason. November rain drummed down on the streets of the city, sluicing through gutters and filling the air with the gentle scent of soaked concrete. The only people out in such weather had good reasons for braving the cold; they walked with heads ducked and collars turned, single-mindedly hurrying towards their destinations. Few of them stopped to consider a scruffy beggar huddled beneath the mediocre shelter of a bus stop, even when waiting under the same alcove for transportation.
It was hardly surprising. I was under the shelter because it kept off the worst of the rain, not because
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steps.
humans were made to run barefoot.
we were made to climb mountains, fighting gravity
and to fly across stony deserts and dangerous forests.
we were not made for these,
these bastardizations of heels and soles and
skin.
humans were made to run barefoot,
because
we were always meant to leave traces of ourselves
on everything we touched, every inch
of the world that we would walk.
we were always meant to take with us
the scars left by the walls we would climb,
the bruises left by the falls we would take,
the hard skin and the instant familiarity left
by the paths we would forge
alone.
so worry not.
you were never meant to fee
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full title: getting rid of cold feet is just a matter of being warm.
it was foggy and cold this morning and you would think i would be miserable, but i felt the calmest at 7 in the morning, shrouded by mist and taking the garbage out. (things to think about)
it was foggy and cold this morning and you would think i would be miserable, but i felt the calmest at 7 in the morning, shrouded by mist and taking the garbage out. (things to think about)
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THIS IS AMAZING
it totally deserves the DD good job <3
also, your username was musicallybrunet once? hey, that's pretty cool
wish I could've seen your premium page. judging by your tumblr I know you've got a great sense of aesthetic <3
it totally deserves the DD good job <3
also, your username was musicallybrunet once? hey, that's pretty cool
wish I could've seen your premium page. judging by your tumblr I know you've got a great sense of aesthetic <3