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I recall the
night when
I no longer
felt at peace
when your
skin brushed
against mine.
Such a subtle
coldness lingered,
deterred my
hollow heart
from beating.
The Heaven
that dwelled
within us
simply died.
I could see
Hell from
my window;
I closed the
curtain and
said farewell.
-Brian Shuffett
October 17th, 2010
night when
I no longer
felt at peace
when your
skin brushed
against mine.
Such a subtle
coldness lingered,
deterred my
hollow heart
from beating.
The Heaven
that dwelled
within us
simply died.
I could see
Hell from
my window;
I closed the
curtain and
said farewell.
-Brian Shuffett
October 17th, 2010
Literature
your tears don't save a soul.
[it took him 129 days to finally stop breathing without you there.]
on day 32, he bought flowers and slid them into a thin vase
on the windowsill. a petal fell off and floated to a silent rest
on the water's surface, and a single ripple weakly faded away.
he threw the flowers out that night.
on day 58, he woke from a nightmare, clawed at the pillow
your picture was on, and his fingernail snagged on the paper.
he gazed wantonly for a minute at the ragged shreds, then
promptly turned on his side and shut his eyes.
the torn-up paper drifted off into the cracks between the floors.
on day 99, he thought you came back, and he cried out
Literature
This Kiss
Sometimes I dream about the flickering teasing in your voice,
Running my hands through your river long hair.
The beautiful promises you makes of my heart,
The candlelight words we've spoken in between.
More than often you've dated me with your love,
Shown me beautiful things in my life,
And like a fairy tale story,
Made me believe in all I want to believe about love.
So as you are holding me now,
I am tempted to give you just about everything.
And so long as you are letting me,
It'll have to start with this kiss.
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ExOhExOh .
Blowing smoke into my eyes,
seeking someone to confirm your importance.
Craving to fly and escape the clutches of yesterday.
Please don't stand so close -
I can taste you on my tongue.
Like a pill that once took the pain away, an
overused drug
rehab failed to get
completely out of my system.
I want to slit, slit across your wrist and down the road,
to hear the river whisper
you're alive.
Creeping up my over-exposed thighs.
I want to fuck you up, I want to hold you down,
I need to creep into your veins like acid.
You stand like you're one of the chosen ones,
but you're a rebel just to feel intact.
You breathe the same air every
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I miss her, but nothing lasts forever.
Gehenna: a place or state of misery
Gehenna: a place or state of misery
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Wow. So beautifully written yet so painful to feel with you.