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our brains
are just containing translucent blackness
and it´s our choice
to make this blackness opaque
by turning away
or to go searching
for the salvific light
in religion - the glowing candle of hope,
in science - the passing shooting star of theory,
in philosophy - the fire of the unsolved questions,
but
nobody will say the unsaid
nobody will see the unseen
cause our minds
would be burning
with one look at
the lightning
of truth
are just containing translucent blackness
and it´s our choice
to make this blackness opaque
by turning away
or to go searching
for the salvific light
in religion - the glowing candle of hope,
in science - the passing shooting star of theory,
in philosophy - the fire of the unsolved questions,
but
nobody will say the unsaid
nobody will see the unseen
cause our minds
would be burning
with one look at
the lightning
of truth
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Coincidence at 5PM
I saw you walking past from the window and my heart almost burst. I don’t remember which part of you I recognized first: your face, with your combination of sleek cheekbones and nerdy glasses, or your green jacket, or the way you walked in a sort of funny but still dignified way. But I recognized you, as I always did.
I hadn’t seen you for so long that I stared in disbelief, the moment hanging in suspension. The fork didn’t make it to my mouth. I didn’t have time to reach for my phone before you disappeared from view. What could I have said anyway? I would have said a lot of things, but none of them would have interes
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Da schreibt mir also völlig ungefragt dieser Typ, und was soll ich jetzt damit machen? Ihn blocken, logisch, aber sonst?
……
Was soll ich jetzt damit anfangen? Was will mir der Knabe damit sagen? Dass im Grunde mit seinem nicht mehr so stillschweigenden Einverständnis nun alles okay ist? Dass er, obwohl er ein Höhlenmensch ist, sich nun bemüht, offener zu werden? Und wie nett von ihm, dass er nichts unterbinden will. Sicher will er aber nur weiter mitlesen, was seine Freundin schreibt und was ich so schreibe - natürlich nicht, um sich daran aufzugeilen! Aber er muss informiert sei
Literature
murderer
you died,
five days after
you said you loved me.
i think it was
my heart which killed you.
perhaps
you just didn't fit
with my bones,
the clavicle, i think.
or maybe it was
something you said,
and the black hole
of my heart
swallowed you.
you died then,
i believe;
even though
we both clung on
(for just awhile.)
we parted at christmas.
and i buried you
in the ground
of my heart.
i think it happened
on the third day;
when i killed you,
i mean.
you said
you wanted to
learn to love me
soon.
you lied.
so much for
a death wish.
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Beautiful, I'm speechless.