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You take my name and
snap it like a wrist bone.
Crack the consonants
over your tongue
until the vowels lay limply
in your mouth.
Bone shards. The letters
fall half-dead at your feet.
I cradle them in my lap,
sobbing their sounds as if
I could scream life into them again.
As if echoing their mutilated syllables
would make me belong to myself again.
You have my blood on your fingers.
You have my blood on your fingers
but you simply wipe it off on your pant leg.
snap it like a wrist bone.
Crack the consonants
over your tongue
until the vowels lay limply
in your mouth.
Bone shards. The letters
fall half-dead at your feet.
I cradle them in my lap,
sobbing their sounds as if
I could scream life into them again.
As if echoing their mutilated syllables
would make me belong to myself again.
You have my blood on your fingers.
You have my blood on your fingers
but you simply wipe it off on your pant leg.
Literature
Wrong Frequency
White noise,
Endless white noise.
Get it out, please
Get it out.
I can't stop
Seeing spaceships
And stars.
I can't focus
On words
and empty goals.
Get it out, please
Get it out.
It can't work,
My brain cannot work
here.
Ten eyes,
One mind
Ten tears,
One mind
Ten flows,
One world
Not mine.
Literature
a thousand lilac garlands
Your spine is a ladder, and she
braided it with flower crowns.
Her pressed-lace fingers coil tight
in the wet tangle of stems
as she climbs higher, kissing
the smooth bone with her toes.
She knew the only way
to your heart was through your mind,
but it's a mighty high ledge to reach
and her delicate palms just kept -
slipping.
So she braided your spine
with flower crowns to
keep her grounded, even as she
shinnied into the clouds.
Literature
Diary of a social worker
Lately, I have been asking myself the same question over and over, ‘Why do I still want to be a social worker?’
I have seen people suffer.
In schools, where children are meant to learn, grow, and have fun… I see children get badly bullied because of their disabilities. Some of these children should be in specialised schools where they can receive proper support and enjoy school… But no, they are stuck in normal classes where they lose interest in learning, day after day. There are kids who even beg to stay with me, wanting me to take them away from school because they dread it so much.
In homes, where children are s
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sometimes i come back to this just to feel it roar in my head
the first two lines ring quietly in my mind constantly
the first two lines ring quietly in my mind constantly