you told me that you were scared.
believe me love, I know how it feels
to be scar(r)ed—frightened, hesitant and
yes, when we kiss for the first time
I will shudder
and remember how he kissed me before,
(he seemed so genuine when he said those three words)
and then left me. I know how it feels
to be helpless in the face of your emotions, stuck between
the battle of what you want and your sickening memories
(remember when I broke down in front of you?)
love, please
believe me when I say this: I will never break you the way she did
because I know how it felt
and I know your mother has torn you apart so many times
and I know you've grown up
that afternoon in the future
we fell into bed and kissed
and I mumbled 'I love you's onto your lips
your smile curls, quirks
around my mouth, around my heart
"please," I'll whisper,
"let's never fall apart"
the first second of life must feel like a lifetime–
and all minutes after, faster rushing by
hours into days, and days into weeks
as the calendar takes flight; its pages leap
into time: an hourglass, a river,
and soon enough you'll start to wither
wrinkles and memories deep
I am infinite lives old and my days are a blur–
is this what they call growing up, losing track of who you were?
gold grass, purple flowers
a white butterfly, flutter–whirl–
–not even may showers
can bring dead rivers back to blue
birds speak, spilled wind shudders
and gleaming ghost water mutters
as I sit, shy still and wonder
what this place was years before
before houses, metal fences, and red curbsides
before children learning and hoping
before everything went dry
day's wake, waves break
and I am b r o k e n
(into tiny pieces on the shore.)
Neptune and Calypso in a
lover's embrace, whirlpool starboard.
I drift over the bow
as an albatross,
sailing on the wind;
my feathers melt into wax,
lost
as I fall and
d r o w n
you told me that you were scared.
believe me love, I know how it feels
to be scar(r)ed—frightened, hesitant and
yes, when we kiss for the first time
I will shudder
and remember how he kissed me before,
(he seemed so genuine when he said those three words)
and then left me. I know how it feels
to be helpless in the face of your emotions, stuck between
the battle of what you want and your sickening memories
(remember when I broke down in front of you?)
love, please
believe me when I say this: I will never break you the way she did
because I know how it felt
and I know your mother has torn you apart so many times
and I know you've grown up
that afternoon in the future
we fell into bed and kissed
and I mumbled 'I love you's onto your lips
your smile curls, quirks
around my mouth, around my heart
"please," I'll whisper,
"let's never fall apart"
the first second of life must feel like a lifetime–
and all minutes after, faster rushing by
hours into days, and days into weeks
as the calendar takes flight; its pages leap
into time: an hourglass, a river,
and soon enough you'll start to wither
wrinkles and memories deep
I am infinite lives old and my days are a blur–
is this what they call growing up, losing track of who you were?
gold grass, purple flowers
a white butterfly, flutter–whirl–
–not even may showers
can bring dead rivers back to blue
birds speak, spilled wind shudders
and gleaming ghost water mutters
as I sit, shy still and wonder
what this place was years before
before houses, metal fences, and red curbsides
before children learning and hoping
before everything went dry
day's wake, waves break
and I am b r o k e n
(into tiny pieces on the shore.)
Neptune and Calypso in a
lover's embrace, whirlpool starboard.
I drift over the bow
as an albatross,
sailing on the wind;
my feathers melt into wax,
lost
as I fall and
d r o w n
and there were cities built
on top of your tongue,
skyscrapers sliding around the lies, falling down
the hills of words you never meant to say
backyards grow upon your secrets;
broken sentences wrap themselves around tree roots
and daisy flowers, there are seedlings growing
amongst the whispers
there are cities on your tongue
with rows of houses and there are families there,
children sleeping on pillows of bullshit
parents working nine to five jobs,
getting paid in paper that dissolves in your mouth—
where are my manners?
let’s let our tongues collide,
i want your words to be shaken by earthquakes,
your families drowned by hu
How to change text size and font on DA... by TheDuckofPower, journal
How to change text size and font on DA...
*Aug 2019 Update*
As this continues to be my most popular post, I have taken time to modernize it, and attempted to clear up some of the confusion that has often presented itself in the comments. Thanks for your support!
Here is how to change text size and font on deviantART! :la:
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we won't forget each other. by pansydiv, literature
Literature
we won't forget each other.
i don’t forget people easily/three months down the line i still remember/the face of the hipster boy on that broken down bus headed nowhere// i still remember the biker chick with sunbeam smiles and rapunzel hair// i could remember you
i forget names but i don’t forget voices/ i don’t forget thoughts/i can’t forget vibes//i will never forget feelings//
tell me who you are, oceanchild/tell me who you are, astral wanderer// tell me what defines you/ would you want to be my 3AM lover/ would you//
i don’t forget people/i remember/the creases under your eyes/ and your worn out smile/ and the way our laughter mingled t
show me how to breathe
without choking on my own lungs.
show me how to live inside my skin
without self-destructing.
my head is a fistfight
and lately it's been entirely impossible to get out of bed.
tomorrow,
I will turn 22.
I will wake up and eat two eggs and then I will go to work as a 22-year-old.
I don't know what that means. Nothing probably.
according to modern culture, all my remarkable birthdays have now passed.
I feel like that. Passive,
I mean. Purposeless-
like floatsam
but I am so very far from the sea.
since shroonchu (https://www.deviantart.com/shroonchu) and rinihimme (https://www.deviantart.com/rinihimme) dug this up from years ago, I decided to retake it to see how I've changed. it's really interesting how I'm a lot more balanced now. instead of a dog, I guess I'm a cat/deer now (lol that would be a fun creature to draw/mangle)
ALSO, I'VE MOVED MY ACCOUNT TO INSTAGRAM. FOLLOW ME @ fireindigo <33
Cat:
[x] - You take pleasure in fooling/tricking people
[x] - You're easily scared
[ ] - You hate getting dirty
[/] - You can be really flirty when you want to
[ ] - You keep your hair long
[ ] - You don't like getting wet unless you're bathing
[x] - You like to just lounge about
[/]- You get annoyed easil
for my followers: I've left for instagram! follow me @fireindigo ;))) sorry to desert you all, but IG is a lot more accessible for me and others. make sure to check out my account if you can!