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For four years, your green eyes have haunted me,
Yet only in July was I possessed;
You drowned me in a salty summer sea,
And when I saw the sun, I was obsessed.
There are too many reasons I'm reluctant:
Too young for love, too old for childish whims--
Alas, I fear my heart has been corrupted
And so my light of reason has grown dim.
I thought that I had kept my heart protected,
I told myself that this was nothing new,
But you were something I had not expected,
And guarded heart or no, I fell for you.
Too late I found you and your emerald gaze;
Too soon will you be gone with summer's haze.
Yet only in July was I possessed;
You drowned me in a salty summer sea,
And when I saw the sun, I was obsessed.
There are too many reasons I'm reluctant:
Too young for love, too old for childish whims--
Alas, I fear my heart has been corrupted
And so my light of reason has grown dim.
I thought that I had kept my heart protected,
I told myself that this was nothing new,
But you were something I had not expected,
And guarded heart or no, I fell for you.
Too late I found you and your emerald gaze;
Too soon will you be gone with summer's haze.
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just wave goodbye
dearest,
today i was
the ocean.
i tried to
reach the
forest but
could only get
as far as sand before the
cratered moon pulled me back again.
ankles
the of
at shrie-
i bit king,
shivering
children and retreated
back into my cocoon of
plankton and salt. i crashed and
rushed, i
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ocean lungs
you weigh something like gravity
in my tired expanse. you are
sand;
(my once splendid mountain)
my love is the ocean
that has worn you down.
with my monstrous tongue,
i pulled you in.
as you fall,
sweeping peacefully into the depths
and filling each crevice,
i am learning to inhale shores.
some would say i'm suffocating
and bring me buckets of air (only to have it
escape my slippery grip).
no, the tides need something heavy
to make of her
a home.
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Paper-Thin Promises
the first time I caught sight of your
glistening, marble eyes,
I decided you disgust me.
I hate you the way I hate perfection:
merciless, like the snap of mantis jaws.
every fact of you is pretentious,
held high like you raise a middle finger.
You, the artist, always sculpting things,
tried to squeeze my malleable heart like white clay
and stash it in your pocket to rattle with stones.
paint me an unflinching self portrait, my dear:
this skyscraper of a boy shaking with anticipation
to build and destroy, build and destroy.
you sink in tooth and talon at first mention of beauty,
love-biting Aphrodite as though you were equals.
you're a statu
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First sonnet ever. Write the first eight lines in 2 minutes, the last 6 took 2 hours, because I couldn't fit all my feelings into one sonnet, though I certainly tried.
It's never a good time to fall in love is it?
It's never a good time to fall in love is it?
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This is a really beautiful sonnet! I like how neatly the words fit together! In three words: Tragic, awesome, mermaid-esque.