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Sometimes I wonder if my funeral will be a celebration.
If my family will smile,
throw my things on a trash pile,
happ'ly thinking all the while
"I'm glad you're gone, you asshole."
If my friends will gather round
as I'm dropped in to the ground
making quite a joyous sound
of "I never liked her anyway."
If my family will smile,
throw my things on a trash pile,
happ'ly thinking all the while
"I'm glad you're gone, you asshole."
If my friends will gather round
as I'm dropped in to the ground
making quite a joyous sound
of "I never liked her anyway."
Literature
Entertaining Ghosts
So little when she first encountered Poe
and learned to stuff herself with shrieking woe.
A timid child, she courted terror’s thrill;
she'd read by day, then suffer frightened chill
as nightmares clawed her down into the deep.
She’d cry out in the dark, though half asleep,
but with the dawn she’d close a haunted door,
then turn the page she’d marked to suffer more.
Eventually, I wished my childhood years
had left me less in fear of certain mirrors
that call up ghosts of those who’ve gone before.
They haunt us with the voices that implore
us hold our gaze and meet the captive wraith
who so desires to swell unwil
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I fell in love through a thin sheet of glass
Scraping my skin on the shards as it shattered.
And I fell asleep reaching for your hands
Dreaming of unwritten notes and dial tones.
I thought it would taste like pink lemonade,
But the way I say your name is metallic.
I thought you would be a way to escape,
But my wires got crossed and I became lost.
You're just chasing residual noise
And I'm losing my digital voice.
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offerings from the day
a gift: despair & sunlight
loving me wrong
climax compels a risk
be it love, an ache,
teeth transforming,
the extinct alone
the isle path hatches into
toying labyrinth into
electric current into
hedgerow growing roses
finally still
I am wrong (a gift)
repentance tastes like shame to the tangled
a little magic outspread
cry doubt on a disgusting moon
my body holds a tempest
my mouth holds a century
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So, this is my sense of humour coming out to play.
So, this is my sense of humour coming out to play.
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It starts off morbid, so that got my attention, but you get light and I continue to like the piece, despite myself. Theme metrics of the piece are nice and playful which makes for a fun read. Flow is like a fat man on the toilet after eating bad Thai food.