ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Autumn cloaks a darkling soul
In half-truths of vermillion
Crimson, scarlet, amber, gold
Beneath a blue pavilion
Autumn hides its old grey bones
In cupboards filled with snail shells
Skeins of birds and garden stones
Where every half-lit secret dwells
Autumn’s guise is gossamer
Thistledown in parachutes
Rushing waters’ dulcimer
And reed-song veil its bitter fruits
Autumn’s spirit is occult
Melancholy, insidious
It offers balmy days’ exult
Then turns to storm, perfidious
Autumn’s altar smells of rain
Leaf-mold, woodsmoke, rot and rust
I yield to darkness in the vein
Disease, decay, and ruined trust
Literature
autumn
i thought he was a golden summer,
so i fell for him like the tide.
while nightdreaming of those infinite stars that glittered past his
collarbone shores,
and the turquoise aquamarine sapphire in his eyes,
i ran barefoot from
my beating equinox heart so that i could feel his breezes tangling my hair
and hear the pulses of his tides.
(just carry me away, now)
my her
beautiful (unattainable)
ocean,
i can't live without breathing in,
and we both know that your cold cold heart will never be able to replace my
oxygen.
Literature
What Awaits at the Farthest Ends...
The night started with a bottle of scotch and a blank piece of paper. When he came to the beach it was a warm spring night, right on the verge of summer but the heat didn’t last. A chilling wind came rolling off the water as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon. The cold hadn’t bothered him, nothing really bothered him anymore.
He spent the whole night on that beach dragging his palms through the coarse sand, letting it slip through his fingers. He gave his hands a long look- still heavily calloused and riddled with scars. His skin resembled the facades of the old beach houses- cracked and weathered from too much sun. He was sur
Literature
Deciduous
All the glory of Summer
Has snapped
Like an aorta unplugged
And blood bleeds over
Everything as the sun
Drowns faster and faster
And the woods are Blood-tipped
Pikes.
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Comments43
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Iincredible work!