Newest Deviations
No deviations yet.
Favourites
Car FatherCar FatherCar Father
Windshield frozen in time; it's no colder from the back seat... seat...seat... Quivering bags under your eyes cut their bladders, releasing all these weeks...weak...heat...
If I could be chauffeured like a child again, it would be in my mind. But this porch light keeps my eyes feeling criminal. It's too late to worry about the trees, aliens, and nocturnal gangs.
My rent's paid on an empty couch; while he sleeps he talks to himself, but no...one...else... So much depends on the absorbent underpad; it would
by ~Indigo-Streetlight
The Pieces Love poem Number41His lips are breaking as they touch my skin.The Pieces Love poem Number41
I can see the little lines crumbling and the pieces fall down on my breasts.
He left a smear of pink flesh on my neck.
His fingernails are cracking as they reach at me. I can feel the flecks sprinkling my head with tiny layers of clear plastic. Sometimes my skin grows over it.
I can feel his chest sink as I run my fingers over the patch of little brown hairs. It is melting down his leg. Oh, I am truly sorry for this!
I do enjoy touching his spine through hi
by ~tiltinghead
why is it that the people persThere seems a time when every pairwhy is it that the people pers
falls silent,
looking over their shoulders for the other on evening walks down the street.
While one goes crazy, the other goes still-- A crazed child shaking a stick at the trees, through the stark feeling of helplessness.
A velvet rope tied around the street corners
to mark where one or the other is allowed it’s a vicious cycle-- a roundabout way to avoid confusion.
One holds a tongue between its teeth,
The other lets it flop on the table,
lapping up the crumbs hidden between the tiles.
C
by ~tiltinghead
Devious Journal EntrydeviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
No devious info yet.
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
A storm is rising.
When are the Europe travels going to blossom into verse
If you have a poem of interest please send it my way, something dark brooding and abstracted imagery. I am looking for something to fuel some loose instrumental song construction
The song working title is; the quiet racket of abandonment
A sort of tone poemish ting
Any way I av been reading your blogs, just been too knackered to write of late
I did buy a note book today for the jotting of bits and bobs, old school blackberry
Chow
Chris
--
Oh gosh Miss Serendipity I do believe we are f…ing
--
You never push a noun against a verb without trying to blow up something. - H.L. Mencken
Using complete sentences is against the spirit of Felix the Cat's Magic Bag of Tricks!
It's harder to transform with complete thoughts, but they can't be preconceived fragments either, like this is LANGUAGE or avant-garde or whatnot.
I knew more in ignorance, in triple ellipsis, and not understanding the female bodily functions made for the best sex. The secret is in WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW not "What you know." Organized mistakes make the best design. That's freestyle isn't it? Never experienced is the best enjoyment!
--
You never push a noun against a verb without trying to blow up something. - H.L. Mencken
is there ? a resolution war
on all-scanned day
during which the brain characters
when fall the
lame mains have left our frame
I know Tull was armored
and metro next to the artshow
but is it bard or retard
when living in the stuck-out
tongue glow?
We might have been ass-inated
on the grassy molls but that was years ago.
Learning how to hurt a language
when it owed us money.
Garage sale turned around on the radio,
or maybe I was lore backwards
when it dame to identifying.
It seems amazing thief
for it to happy. Knocking out
making out words before they made up.
--
You never push a noun against a verb without trying to blow up something. - H.L. Mencken
--
and then.. get this... the robot says to the lady.. 'I love you'... i know!?
Previous Page12345...Next Page