ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Daily Deviation
Daily Deviation
April 20, 2006
We get a four-for-one special inin betweens -set of four- by =idiotekniQues. Each piece draws from the next and pulls you forward onto the next brief moment in time. A short, but well-formed collection.
Featured by coshdaddy
Literature Text
caloric thought
somewhere between the intake,
of calorie eight hundred and forty seven,
and nine hundred twenty two,
i had this un-categorized, salty thought.
but by the time i found a low carb pen,
i digested it.
smoky pauses
in the midst of drags,
of cancer's pen,
and stained brown thought,
lie the tales of merry organs.
and with a warning i cough,
stories lost in smoky air.
ignition
winter gives me time to think,
with periods of waiting
for my auto to heat,
before i can be assimilated
on rounded rubber feet.
last call
in between shots
of caramel friends,
stumble jokes that rip
through monotony and
captive audiences.
it was during this time ,
a slurred slip
cost me her affections.
somewhere between the intake,
of calorie eight hundred and forty seven,
and nine hundred twenty two,
i had this un-categorized, salty thought.
but by the time i found a low carb pen,
i digested it.
smoky pauses
in the midst of drags,
of cancer's pen,
and stained brown thought,
lie the tales of merry organs.
and with a warning i cough,
stories lost in smoky air.
ignition
winter gives me time to think,
with periods of waiting
for my auto to heat,
before i can be assimilated
on rounded rubber feet.
last call
in between shots
of caramel friends,
stumble jokes that rip
through monotony and
captive audiences.
it was during this time ,
a slurred slip
cost me her affections.
Literature
And Then What?
And Then What?
I liked being short. I would sit
On my daddy's knee and he'd
Bounce me. The stairs were
Vast mountains and I was there
To climb them. My mummy
Would tuck me in every night
After I had struggled into my
Train engine pyjamas. The TV
Would entertain me. I could go
To Andrews house whenever I
Wanted to without ringing up.
We would play in the garden.
My nanny would sing me songs
From Slovakia and I would try
To sing them back to her. I
Would work and laugh at the
Same time. The playground had
Worms in it. And things were big.
Literature
leaving
I made him laugh, then tears came
I think I have seen them there before
I just cant place a certain time
It looked so wrong to see him cry.
He said my antics were so "like you"
He giggled at my full hands and my chatter
My bright voice, pushing happiness in sickness.
I wont put the burden of my worry on him
And then he cried. His shoulders shook, but there was no sound.
There were only the tears that I'm sure I dont know.
He is strong. He never cries...no.
So I'm sure that they're something new.
"I love you" he gasped
No air for talking and crying at one time.
"I'm sorry for breaking down baby."
"I haven't until just this momen
Literature
Eliot Talked
Eliot talked of a man - who was not quite.
Of a man leaving through the tip of his umbrella,
exiting on that deepburied day,
all openings are one-way.
He'd never told them that.
Spoke Alice of her looking glass -
not a demure lobotomized Liddell,
but that staring girl, hair, black-shock, wild,
and done up like a beggar-child -
"What did you do with Dodgson?"
Here's a girl to set a story to,
sitting on un-marked leaves
fallen to yellow upon the ground
a cold wish of their's was found:
they did not let their larynx...
come friendly blondes and cut
your throats, they are -
"'T peroxide 's been here with me
since nineteen
Suggested Collections
about brief moments, in between others.
many thanks to ^coshdaddy for the DD
a to =almostlighthearted whose art sparks a lot of my soul's verbal motions.
many thanks to ^coshdaddy for the DD
a to =almostlighthearted whose art sparks a lot of my soul's verbal motions.
© 2005 - 2024 idiotekniQues
Comments46
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
hilarious!