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I didn’t really like it when she cried.
I just loved the way it made her look.
Her eyes were always vibrant.
But, God—God, when she cried…they sparkled.
Her cheeks would turn that perfect plum, that dangerous shade of blue-crimson.
She would push her hair out of her face: in futility.
It would fall back, frazzled, crazed.
Beautiful.
I would watch her, in her less-than-silent agony,
My eyes: absorbed, ablaze. Like a hawk.
Like a vulture.
She was so real.
So vulnerable, the conceptual putty in my hands.
Passionate, with her lips pushed lightly forward.
Almost in a kiss…
Part of me wanted to be that gleam at the tip of her eyelash.
A bigger part of me wanted to be the one to push the gleam, the tear, away.
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t be the one who loved her.
I couldn’t love her and be the one that made her cry.
It wasn’t that I wanted to make her cry…
Really, it wasn’t.
But, to me….
That was when she was beautiful.
I just loved the way it made her look.
Her eyes were always vibrant.
But, God—God, when she cried…they sparkled.
Her cheeks would turn that perfect plum, that dangerous shade of blue-crimson.
She would push her hair out of her face: in futility.
It would fall back, frazzled, crazed.
Beautiful.
I would watch her, in her less-than-silent agony,
My eyes: absorbed, ablaze. Like a hawk.
Like a vulture.
She was so real.
So vulnerable, the conceptual putty in my hands.
Passionate, with her lips pushed lightly forward.
Almost in a kiss…
Part of me wanted to be that gleam at the tip of her eyelash.
A bigger part of me wanted to be the one to push the gleam, the tear, away.
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t be the one who loved her.
I couldn’t love her and be the one that made her cry.
It wasn’t that I wanted to make her cry…
Really, it wasn’t.
But, to me….
That was when she was beautiful.
Literature
_winter_snow_
Frigid dreams
Snow on her tongue
Ice skates and long walks
On cold December nights
Skin molded to resemble snowflakes
Opaque icicles hang from her joints
Frosted lips taste like peppermints
A snow angel lying outside for years
Her frozen breath goes unnoticed
Literature
Kiss
Kiss
You are amazing.
My lips quiver,
I can't take my eyes
off of your mouth.
My fingers tremble,
they long to tangle
in your dark chocolate tresses.
You are beautiful.
I want to trace
your jaw with my breath,
Close my eyes and
inhale your
smiling gaze.
And your kiss
leaves me weak
and wanting more.
The radio waves are
buzzing in my ears,
I have an electric pulse
swimming through my veins.
My eyes are open,
all I see is static.
Literature
Unrequited Love
i see him across the room
laughing and flirting with the other girls
oh why can't i be one of them?
why must i be the dandelion in a field of roses?
i walk over and act like everything's fine
but every time he smiles
my heart skips a beat
and every time he cries
my heart breaks a little more
i know i should be happy that we're friends
but when you tell me i'm like a sister to you
it's like salt in the wound
and i know
i can never admit how i feel
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I haven't written in a long time...
This didn't start out a poem. Its actually PART of a short story i'm writing, so you'll understand if the format is just...off.
A Sadist's self realization.
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I haven't written in a long time...
This didn't start out a poem. Its actually PART of a short story i'm writing, so you'll understand if the format is just...off.
A Sadist's self realization.
I hope you like
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Awesome write, I love it...