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Green my Flesh is, Green my Tresses
His is an autumn kiss, wet and smelling of rain
and blackening leaves.
Our dance begins toward evening.
Over me
he is a crouching spider
giving his venom—
silence over my throat,
his gift of drowning.
Green—he wants me green as death,
as the ocean-water,
as his ghostly face raising to the surface.
On the kitchen table,
a vase of flowers like spectral faces.
He is a knife in the skin,
a root in the soil—poltergeist
stealing the color from my eyes
to fill them with his own frozen silver,
leeching the blood from my veins
to give me new ones, green
and brittle as wallpaper.
My body is a flower, feet like petals
and I his stem
Featured
225 deviations
Literature
Worlds Within
The bed awaited each morning with joy, For we let spring spill on the sheets— Just a tad whenever we woke up. Ours weren't playdates of note, Rather daffodils unencumbered with The expectations of prickless beauty. As the cradle looked in approval, Our happy chuckles gave it purpose, Then we bloomed, unbothered and true. We appear quiet in the vastness without— but our content faces speak volumes. For the bed, the covers, and the air around shelter all core memories in this room of ours.
Draw My Literature
179 deviations
![Uzumaki Naruto #1 [Naruto]](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/a3bfbc40-9f7a-4e31-b5d7-9ba2e3c9292c/dfp1zse-5f33dda5-e4f8-417c-b469-fac9fc878c97.png/v1/fill/w_300,h_169/uzumaki_naruto__1__naruto__by_zenronx_dfp1zse-200h.png?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MjkzOSIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2EzYmZiYzQwLTlmN2EtNGUzMS1iNWQ3LTliYTJlM2M5MjkyY1wvZGZwMXpzZS01ZjMzZGRhNS1lNGY4LTQxN2MtYjQ2OS1mYWM5ZmM4NzhjOTcucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTUyMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.fB_cXOdj_ldwR-TRU0nNIweq1AZtF7p0lx8zEpwvumo)
Write About My Visual Art
44 deviations
Literature
Venice
Nature looking for a relief
in lonely convents, immersed
with the mossy green river
where they dream in their
floating beds down the stream.
Inside the labyrinth veined
with waves through stones,
life is given to every corner,
so that we are drowned by
the onwave of their stories.
In a myriad of tongues,
we swarm back to Babylon
in the bosom of the whore;
nurturing us into narcissi
that lull into statues found
in dalinian infernos below.
Above the once avid tower
lays now a dead carpet
of wasted wool -- sad
in the viola reflection
of a parting sun.
Exceptionally Inspiring Literature
104 deviations
Exceptionally Inspiring Visual Art
154 deviations
![Uchiha Sakura #1 [Naruto]](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/a3bfbc40-9f7a-4e31-b5d7-9ba2e3c9292c/dfp71kr-4560dec7-c598-4a93-ab1b-cfd76f73d8af.png/v1/fill/w_300,h_169,q_70,strp/uchiha_sakura__1__naruto__by_zenronx_dfp71kr-200h.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTA4MCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcL2EzYmZiYzQwLTlmN2EtNGUzMS1iNWQ3LTliYTJlM2M5MjkyY1wvZGZwNzFrci00NTYwZGVjNy1jNTk4LTRhOTMtYWIxYi1jZmQ3NmY3M2Q4YWYucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTE5MjAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.oS6ethKZZy6SRJGwjn6psSiL8QscDEW4ycaptutiUGk)
Winter Contest - ENDED
10 deviations
Literature
The White Lady of the North
She among the grass did briefly dwell,
The White Lady, Forerunner of the North Wind,
But she is the end of Autumn's gold.
Her touch is ice. Her kiss is cold.
I will greet her with fire in my hands,
And whisky in my mouth.
Autumn Contest - CLOSED
6 deviations
Literature
Over Three Stories and a Complete Discordance
The serious intent of a mirror wakes the world. Of the mirror that makes the world we know very little. Just rumors of an open mouth vibrating up and up to the clouds. So the bright grey cracks the dull grey and something, we'll call it the sun, reaches through and grabs us by the skin.
:::
The members of an invisible happiness swim colors between one another. They cannot tell the difference between windows and mirrors, light coming and light going, places where the light has been. They hold the air with both hands and speak with sounds of trees, their language a lifting flock of hallelujahs.
:::
From beneath tongues, mirrors exhume light
Contest - ENDED
21 deviations
Literature
:: Teardrop Princess ::
A princess wanders far away.
She loses her way, only to be
Embraced by nature's true beauty.
The dancing petals of flowers
And the fluttering wings of butterflies
Simply compliment her royal majesty.
Her speculating eyes gaze deeply,
Searching for real love she's never had.
But when she cannot find it,
The agony of her heart elevates.
What she does not realize,
However, is the darkness that tolls.
Closer and closer with dire cracks,
A creature from winter lurks
With a devious smile.
She bathes in the warmth of the sun,
Hoping to find that one true love.
Yet she does not realize that
Unnatural eyes are upon her.
Salty sweet droplets run
Spring Contest
2 deviations
