ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
the sound of clanking metal
on the roof of your mouth
as your tongue touches behind your teeth,
you are an underdramatic electric being.
formulated responses
"i'm sorry
i can't help you with that"
an inhuman, a mirage of sorts-
so unbelieveably cold.
i can't help but wonder if, under your skin...
is there really blood?
on the roof of your mouth
as your tongue touches behind your teeth,
you are an underdramatic electric being.
formulated responses
"i'm sorry
i can't help you with that"
an inhuman, a mirage of sorts-
so unbelieveably cold.
i can't help but wonder if, under your skin...
is there really blood?
Literature
In Name Only
the last great novel to annex a king
we sang songs and hymns in the western twilight
. . .
intergalactic lanes
distances that break minds
here we are
a gyroscope hurtling through space
a great marble cue ball of blues, whites, and greens
but you leave that terra verandah son,
you get out there north of Saturn,
passing by the rings on your way to Neptune...
and it's as though the whole apparatus
all nine spheres is stood on end
and there you are, staring down that ancient well
staring down at the Spanish moss couture of Louisiana live oaks
staring down at West Texas oil rigs
staring down at Kilimanjaro, Erebus, and Wrangell-St. E
Literature
sinking ships
she was only a thought.
a means to an end
in a story he dreamt
when he was alone.
a fantasy that conformed;
fulfilled his needs
whenever he called
at the cost of her own.
she was obscurity.
a woman lost in the myth
of a man suffocating
in his own vanity.
he thrived in her misery.
a consumption of her gifts
leaving pitted skin;
a puppet of a woman.
they were a tragedy.
a sacrifice made in vain
to Gods that did not approve,
because there was nothing there...
- in the first place.
Literature
Demons
Demons don't die
They hide
Underneath memories
Underneath emotions
Foreign
In their immense power
They reside
Deep in the bones
Their whispers seep
Through tired muscles
They persist
Through gaps in lucidity
Their touch excites
Needle sharp
In the naked brain
On the ice-cold skin
Fright
Repeats its patterns
Demons cut
Their twisted way
Into the mind broken
Shifting shadows
Haunt
The lonely silence
Suggested Collections
Comments14
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
That is the most creative way I've ever known someone to call another a robot.
I've had people describe me as a robot.
I would have been thoroughly impressed had they come up with something
a fraction as creative as "you are an underdramatic electric being."
Splendid.
I've had people describe me as a robot.
I would have been thoroughly impressed had they come up with something
a fraction as creative as "you are an underdramatic electric being."
Splendid.