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A hum,
and wish it is not loud like a steamboat
or the sigh that falsely disspates the tense shadowed scene
secondbefore the nighted killer
advances the movie by coloring the camera,
a breathe and wish
your dare has worked
an escape from the alien household
not again a charity house
to presume over the ever seeing judgements
of all the neighbour windows
and the world,
all furniture
upside down
like a shamed boy
wet his clothes
a shamed girl
who isnt anymore
parading her breached reputation
(He would understand the comparison;
afterall, those things were usual back in his days
-the first one still is,to him, now-)
as I struggle scribbledly
with the Yangtze of my notebooks
words and traces
words and equivalencies
she purges (oh she wishes)
the stench of senility and bowels near their final release
poor him, he is too old now, you see
and the imagined-or not- yellowness
in the sheets, the bathroom
the trails of memoria
-Oh hell, and not a single blueness in sight
to make a clever idea with a badly scribbled
character-
He will go back, now lacking half a breathe,
uncorrect in his newfound physiology
like the apostrophe in a (hopefully)
neverfound Internet cafe- its keyboard
she will go back, pleasedly convinced
there is another beam in her Publicized Virtue s Halo
(Yes ma-m, there goes a Woman who will go into The Kingdom
she CLINGS to)
One must bohemize
without all the sprites all the fumes one
sees everyone parading
like the latest industry swoosh-
slouch about
muse sweeping neutrines
and sixventies radio listenings
falling in love with singers you will never see
Breathe aside,
keyboards sing
unchart the hours
seed the lines
and horseshoe
like an equine dispaly
all the way back home
a respite gained despite the tenseness
of your feinted genuflexing to the scheduled schedule
and wish it is not loud like a steamboat
or the sigh that falsely disspates the tense shadowed scene
secondbefore the nighted killer
advances the movie by coloring the camera,
a breathe and wish
your dare has worked
an escape from the alien household
not again a charity house
to presume over the ever seeing judgements
of all the neighbour windows
and the world,
all furniture
upside down
like a shamed boy
wet his clothes
a shamed girl
who isnt anymore
parading her breached reputation
(He would understand the comparison;
afterall, those things were usual back in his days
-the first one still is,to him, now-)
as I struggle scribbledly
with the Yangtze of my notebooks
words and traces
words and equivalencies
she purges (oh she wishes)
the stench of senility and bowels near their final release
poor him, he is too old now, you see
and the imagined-or not- yellowness
in the sheets, the bathroom
the trails of memoria
-Oh hell, and not a single blueness in sight
to make a clever idea with a badly scribbled
character-
He will go back, now lacking half a breathe,
uncorrect in his newfound physiology
like the apostrophe in a (hopefully)
neverfound Internet cafe- its keyboard
she will go back, pleasedly convinced
there is another beam in her Publicized Virtue s Halo
(Yes ma-m, there goes a Woman who will go into The Kingdom
she CLINGS to)
One must bohemize
without all the sprites all the fumes one
sees everyone parading
like the latest industry swoosh-
slouch about
muse sweeping neutrines
and sixventies radio listenings
falling in love with singers you will never see
Breathe aside,
keyboards sing
unchart the hours
seed the lines
and horseshoe
like an equine dispaly
all the way back home
a respite gained despite the tenseness
of your feinted genuflexing to the scheduled schedule
Literature
Robot Run Away
Robot Run Away
It hurts my legs burn from the running. My lungs are barley getting any air. At this rate they will catch me and kill me. I don’t want to die. I look around for a place to hide. An alley with a dumpster. Its something.
I slip into the alley and move the dumpster just enough for me to hide behind it. A couple minutes later I hear them run by, yelling at each other that they need to catch me.
This is their fault. They created me an AI that helps people. I was given to someone as their personal AI, I did what I was told I followed orders, but something happened. over time the fake heart I had became real. I grew fond of the
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I fell in love through a thin sheet of glass
Scraping my skin on the shards as it shattered.
And I fell asleep reaching for your hands
Dreaming of unwritten notes and dial tones.
I thought it would taste like pink lemonade,
But the way I say your name is metallic.
I thought you would be a way to escape,
But my wires got crossed and I became lost.
You're just chasing residual noise
And I'm losing my digital voice.
Literature
ambivalance
i will never be at peace
as you are
finally
because
i decided to live
even though it goes against every fiber of my being.
i miss you
i envy you
i hate you
but more than anything
i love you.
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