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June 21, 2005
takes her lesson by =La-Serpentia sent shivers down my spine. It's also a testament to what can happen when you roll up your sleeves and get to work. While this piece may have another edit or two in its future, it is steaming headlong in the right direction.
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Literature Text
The buildings were bowing as far as their lightning rods would allow them,
laying their pot plant leaves before my feet,
amidst the donkey’s traffic grunt.
I had been given my messiah,
wedged between two glossy slips of cardboard.
I’m too shy with strangers to say no;
I gained faith thanks to the selfless persistence
of a ten year old.
Except when I closed my eyes
I saw only momentary multi-hued memories
on the back of my lids.
But that’s okay, that’s okay,
I had a smile on my face
and god in my hand.
I opened my eyes to:
eager profit prophecies dangled as neon halos,
perched to guide imprudent eyes
- since when were inanimate objects so attention-needy? –
and I had stumbled
off number-
ed pages
But that’s okay, that’s okay,
because once I coughed it away
I was still there with my glossy book
burning like money in my pocket.
But when I saw his father waiting nearby
I flicked him a passing glance
then discarded the glossy book,
praying the little boy would forgive me,
wondering what happens when he closes his eyes…
laying their pot plant leaves before my feet,
amidst the donkey’s traffic grunt.
I had been given my messiah,
wedged between two glossy slips of cardboard.
I’m too shy with strangers to say no;
I gained faith thanks to the selfless persistence
of a ten year old.
Except when I closed my eyes
I saw only momentary multi-hued memories
on the back of my lids.
But that’s okay, that’s okay,
I had a smile on my face
and god in my hand.
I opened my eyes to:
eager profit prophecies dangled as neon halos,
perched to guide imprudent eyes
- since when were inanimate objects so attention-needy? –
and I had stumbled
off number-
ed pages
But that’s okay, that’s okay,
because once I coughed it away
I was still there with my glossy book
burning like money in my pocket.
(Maybe when there are only overly ornamental churches
built as architectural feat
rather than practical rock foundations built for bodies rather than brains,
or when silver crosses are not worn by sinners
but by the pure and righteous, or perhaps when bread and wine
are made redundant due to lacking nutritional value, or when
we choke plastic trees with tinsel giving thanks to the day alone,
I will be able to rejoice in this little boy’s efforts with the glossy book
without sinful cynicism, or simple retorts)
But when I saw his father waiting nearby
I flicked him a passing glance
then discarded the glossy book,
praying the little boy would forgive me,
wondering what happens when he closes his eyes…
Literature
religiou s e x perience
clasp your hands
around my breasts
they are small, i know
but they still need
your touch
at times
while i trace
your length of
spine
with my fingertips, my nails
they are broken, i know
but they still need
to scrape along
your skin
at times
as i lie beneath your
blanket of body
and heat
that slithers down
forming a path
in our sweat
to lead you south
to your retreat
and i am sipped
on by your lips
as my own pour out for you
to coat you in their scent
to laquer your expression
in their slick descent
gliding cross
the miles of your
tongue
that digs trenches
between my thighs
that keep you from
fully hear
Literature
lessons we do not learn
i was at the airport when i tried to reach you,
telling you secrets bandaged in old news papers.
i guess i was expecting you to hear harder
than the plastic tubes and upsurge onto the first flight out here,
with a plaster and a blue flashing light.
i could not explain how i died there
on the terminal floor, with three men with guns not-looking
and a child running by.
this is what heartbreak is, i thought -- a lack of oxygen,
the force of gravity, loss of bone mass, a cot death,
a bulldozer, an assassination, a loss of faith, brain cancer
and three-day seconds where the world floats by
with knives in its eyes
because nobody see
Literature
An Essay - Mavyrk
"Abomination - An Afterthought"
A large portion of Christian society has decided that it is a sin to be homosexual. If you are one of those Christians, or if you are a homosexual being pressured by the wrongful mindset of some unwholesome Christians, read on.
ABOMINATION
Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is abomination. Lev 18:22.
This is the phrase that is most often said by anti-gay Christians. Let's look at this in another bible (this is the King James', which is notorious for having particularly shady and self-serving lingo).
Don't have sex with a man as one does with a woman. That is abhorrent.
It seems as thou
full title - takes her lesson eyes wide open
it was commanded and here it is. I tried to fix it but didn't really fix it properly enough.
edit: huuuuge thanks to =shotgunmessiah for the critique and stuff. I made minor edits and am in process of ironing out the middle section.
edit 2: sorry to bring this up again. made some minor edits after workshopping this at uni. i think it works better now - cut out a line, fixed line breaks.
it was commanded and here it is. I tried to fix it but didn't really fix it properly enough.
edit: huuuuge thanks to =shotgunmessiah for the critique and stuff. I made minor edits and am in process of ironing out the middle section.
edit 2: sorry to bring this up again. made some minor edits after workshopping this at uni. i think it works better now - cut out a line, fixed line breaks.
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mm, I love this, so much everything about it. The flow of the words and lines is marvelous.