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I opened a window,
the wind was strong and rough.
This letter must be infinity
I feel the sky has called my bluff.
Either I cannot profess my feelings,
or just that words are not enough.
so I took a little time.
Folded you In between confessions,
found the words to rhyme
And stated my regression.
See I'm still here..
With this weight
and my fears.
I wish I could say I escaped through that window
That I am not the same
Writing these letters hoping you'll find them
Through these paper planes.
the wind was strong and rough.
This letter must be infinity
I feel the sky has called my bluff.
Either I cannot profess my feelings,
or just that words are not enough.
so I took a little time.
Folded you In between confessions,
found the words to rhyme
And stated my regression.
See I'm still here..
With this weight
and my fears.
I wish I could say I escaped through that window
That I am not the same
Writing these letters hoping you'll find them
Through these paper planes.
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The midnight falls upon
The city, like a blanket
Of black & blue.
And to lift this strangeness
And coldness, I think quietly
Of you.
The warmer days of your smile,
The breath's ocean currents,
The kisses that came as
Fires, so lovely and strange
& sudden!
The nights of the stormy
Planets, when the atmosphere
Felt dense as an oven's,
Because we were together,
Flaming, foolishly loving!
And now we're physically
Separated, and maybe it is right,
But I still think of you
When the blanket, falls
In the form of the midnight.
(4/04/2015).
Y. Syskov.
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there's a whole in your heart
that i'll dig my way into,
twist myself around to fill your gaps and
tangle in all your crevices
until i can make you whole
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Locura de un escritor de corazón negro
Inspiración dime donde estas que extraño tus caricias y anhelos.
Por tu mano fluía tu gracia y voluntad porque haz de dejar a este pobre y descarriado escritor que lo único que quiere es amor.
La soledad es impecable, la locura me hace bailar, y su sinfonía me hace estallar, sin un son ni un tan mi psique empieza a descarrilar.
La mujer que amaba me abandono sin mas, ignorándome y destruyéndome con esa frio ignorar.
Amigos y familia ya no los considero más porque la paranoia me está haciendo desvariar.
Corazón roto donde se filtra la oscuridad,
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I hope someone finds this letter.
I've sent into the sky
Maybe someone more.
At least so more than I.
I hope they have the courage
To do what I tried to do
And simply concede this letter
From: me
To: you
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