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Miserere nobis, Domine.
For now we cross a threshold into night.
Grant that we may in time come back to light;
but now, forgive us that we turn away.
In leaving do I knowing leave fair day,
reasoned from faith. Abandoning delight,
I turn for good cause from our loving rite
and flee the altar where we joined to pray.
Ora pro nobis. Pray for us, Love Lord,
poor sinners. In our need to give, we shared
dear love, when that was all we could afford.
Et dona nobis pacem. Give us peace;
absolve us from our creed once fierce declared
and grant us, now and in that hour, release.
For now we cross a threshold into night.
Grant that we may in time come back to light;
but now, forgive us that we turn away.
In leaving do I knowing leave fair day,
reasoned from faith. Abandoning delight,
I turn for good cause from our loving rite
and flee the altar where we joined to pray.
Ora pro nobis. Pray for us, Love Lord,
poor sinners. In our need to give, we shared
dear love, when that was all we could afford.
Et dona nobis pacem. Give us peace;
absolve us from our creed once fierce declared
and grant us, now and in that hour, release.
Literature
tense shifts
and here's the first letter:
there are some things in life you can't escape.
the feeling of his fingers entwined in yours,
for example,
and maybe the way the wind blows on your ears lightly,
teasing teasing teasing because it knows
you blush when your cheeks get cold and the tip of your nose goes red
and it knows
he's going to have to give it a kiss to warm it up
(also because he can't stand how adorable it looks).
she thinks that maybe there ought to be a coffee shop on this corner-
she tells him so, with a wide sweeping gesture that
knocks her scarf into his eyes
and he wears it like a mask and smiles-
but on the other hand, maybe not;
it
Literature
Goodbye
i didn’t fall in love with you
until your skin was already grey and i
had to tell you what the weather was like
since you couldn’t leave your bed.
i didn’t mind long nights in the hospital
because making you laugh brought a warmth
to my cheeks that burnt hotter than a
forest fire, you never laughed at me for blushing
i snuck you in alcohol and forbidden foods
and pushed you around in that rusted wheel chair,
and all the nurses looked at us with
miserable eyes that said more than the doctors
would ever tell me.
naively i thought it was good news
when you said they were sending you home; but
when i saw you strewn across
Literature
Moving On
“No.” It was all I could say, taking in the carnage of what had just last night been my pristine kitchen. I wanted to collapse onto a chair, but they – and our spacious table – were covered in miscellany. Cleaning supplies, random knick-knacks from the living room, a thermometer, a scale. It was all there, strewn about.
My legs were shaking, and I fought the urge to cry. So messy. So dirty. No, no, no. I collapsed onto the shoe bench in between the Franco Sarto and the Gucci. I don't know where Giesswein had gone. I wished I could blame it on burglars, but no.
“She's doing it again!” I called, and my husb
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