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AvisWing

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Fight like you mean it.

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4552 deviations
Literature

Wishing Not For Love

I want to be abstracted Removed from it all To watch like an angel that will never fall I wish to be the reader, and the world my perfect book Not touching, not being touched Not affecting, not being affected Distant from heartbreak and far from hurt Aloof of tenderness and detached from pity Call me cold and heartless For wishing not for love

Featured

3756 deviations
Literature

On self-love

Maybe who she really loves, is the name of the boy she thinks of, while she lines her chatoyant eyes with charcoal maybe the name she really needs to think of, is her own.

Poetry

345 deviations
Literature

It needs to stop

Let's talk about the stories we make up. You've only written the dramatic bits, haven't you? Admit it, you wrote the part about the girl sobbing in the corner and being comforted by her boyfriend, and that's it. You were on an emotional high from listening to your mp3 player and wrote it, but didn't give a thought to anything else yet. And probably never will. People think that the dramatic parts are the deepest, but the truth is, they're not. They're the most shallow and the most obvious. They're the first, and most of the time only, parts that people write. Anyone can get on an emotional high. NOT everyone can make interesting inbetween

Journals

50 deviations
Literature

Renovations

They will come again, and when they do, the others will hide. Mr. Brown will curl up in his hole in the eaves. The Wife in the crawlspace, and I'll be here, clutching my dear ones close. I'm wrapping my legs around them, and I can hear them fidget against the soft sac, their little tremors not unlike the desperate throes of flies, but warm, beautiful. It won't be long now. Now is the tender time. Soon I'll wear them on my back, and we can leave this place. But not yet. Not yet. Now is the time when a swift strike would kill them, and me with them. I will not leave. I can't leave. I've hidden as well as I can. A small shadow between the brac

Literature

58 deviations
Literature

winter brew.

he wrote me a love song in a teacup. I drank down the words, let them warm me up from the inside out.

Tea

23 deviations
Kimi ni Todoke - Kazehaya Shota

Kimi ni Todoke

25 deviations
Naida 11259

My Tokotas

5 deviations