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i spent my youth making
innuendos in church pews
but found new dignity in their cherry wood
the day my grandmother died
& saw they were the only thing
that could hold my father upright
in the birthing of his motherlessness
i still rearrange prayers into poems
& laugh through sunday homilies
but nowadays i find myself yearning
to know something worth worshiping.
so i orbit city chapels at 2 AM
& sink my knees into the dirt
of their gardens,
hoping to absorb
something godly.
i want to be sooted in stardust
& lust for false prophets
& all the positions i'd constellate my limbs
just to map their meridian minds
but right now i am unholy
touching myself in public restrooms
& opening my legs like a bible
for sacrilegious men
who swear no gods
come before me
innuendos in church pews
but found new dignity in their cherry wood
the day my grandmother died
& saw they were the only thing
that could hold my father upright
in the birthing of his motherlessness
i still rearrange prayers into poems
& laugh through sunday homilies
but nowadays i find myself yearning
to know something worth worshiping.
so i orbit city chapels at 2 AM
& sink my knees into the dirt
of their gardens,
hoping to absorb
something godly.
i want to be sooted in stardust
& lust for false prophets
& all the positions i'd constellate my limbs
just to map their meridian minds
but right now i am unholy
touching myself in public restrooms
& opening my legs like a bible
for sacrilegious men
who swear no gods
come before me
Handcuffed behind the back close-up
If you love handcuffs behind the back, in arresting positions, and really good CLOSE-UPS, enjoy my shares. Handcuffs, ropes, even NO bondage; I only focus on women's hands shown behind "PALMS OPEN,"
and showing more femininity. None of this tied "PALMS TOGETHER. Prayer position" nonsense. where is the fun in that? 🤷
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Literature
I'm too poor to feel so middle class.
My teeth still ache from the dentist,
but it doesn’t stop me from nibbling
the cheese danish I bought at Kroger
this morning, warmed by thirty
seconds in the microwave. My mug
of hot chocolate is too big, and I
drink it all. The washer is on its last
cycle; the cat is purring at my feet.
Netflix is background noise
to clacking keys, typing a transcript
of middle class morning that I’ll later
call a poem or a turning point,
wondering when I became such an adult.
Literature
Forget-me-not #2
You're a little blue flower flourishing in my head
nourished by all the things between us left unsaid
Literature
Autobiographical
Step One: Grow.
Step Two: Turn towards sun.
Step Three: Open petals.
Step Four: Close petals.
Step Five: Wither.
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this is the part where i use the most sexual line in the entire poem as the title to get people to read it.
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Ok, thid and a couple of other poems have definitely earned a "watch" click from me. How the fuck did you get so talented, anyway?