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Hands along the railing,
I peer off the ship’s deck, glancing
silently into the quiet harbor.
I’ve thrown my possessions overboard
and willed everything to the sea.

Between my body and the icy water,
nothing but this bulkhead, holding,
caressing me tightly, second skin.
I don’t dare depart the deck -
the warmth from the lights pushes away
the salt, and the hard black eyes
of sea gods, dark with foaming mouths,
starving for companionship.

If I am to push off alone,
and well under-provisioned,
so be it. I take my chances.
There are more lands
than those I have chosen to land upon,
and even now, in these sullen landings -

I look out for warm shores,
where little crabs scuttle across placid sands.
I never suspect a fair journey,
but it is the longing for its end that I am most fond of.
Drawdown
Emotional suffering is more real than physical pain.
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Where next will my travels take me?
That pilgrimage,
New York and back -
I’ve shoved my hands in pockets,
lay my face on an airline tray table.
To a bright street in a dark city,
and from there shortly snipped
what was left of a thin thread.

As I reached the end of the jetway,
I clawed, but the hand was batted away.
The cold metal tube stared back at me,
buried in dust.
I wrote Wild West back in 2012, after encountering once again a long-lost friend that became the love of my life. I spent the next two and a half years in that warm comfort, until precisely three weeks ago, when my little world came crashing to an abrupt halt. While such a departure was unexpected, it was firm and certain. Nonetheless...

I'm sitting alone in my apartment now. I really don't have much else besides writing, but it's been a while since I seriously (sincerely, even?) put words to paper. Bear with me for a while.
  • Drinking: Tea
I am glad that my library has been
squared away, tucked into boxes,
hidden in closets.
One might mistake my collection as
belonging to a madman, or worse yet -
an economist.
I wrote Wild West back in 2012, after encountering once again a long-lost friend that became the love of my life. I spent the next two and a half years in that warm comfort, until precisely three weeks ago, when my little world came crashing to an abrupt halt. While such a departure was unexpected, it was firm and certain. Nonetheless...

I'm sitting alone in my apartment now. I really don't have much else besides writing, but it's been a while since I seriously (sincerely, even?) put words to paper. Bear with me for a while.
  • Drinking: Tea

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Josh
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You always asked the important questions in life:
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TheBrassGlass Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2012  Professional General Artist
To answer you, I do not mind at all and am in fact quite honored that you asked. :)
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