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Tonight I'm going to write.
I'm going to write until I don't feel like myself anymore.
I'm going to write truth buried in a heap of lies
and I'm going to spit it back into your face,
into your eyes until the truth fucking blinds you.
I'm going to write of caged birds with deaf owners
who mistake squawks of desperation for bird song
and then I'm going to set those birds free,
because you were always scared of flying
so you clipped my wings and told me you were keeping me grounded
while you were dragging me down.
I'm going to write you a string of sentences about love
I'll use every beautiful word I know
and then I'm going to hang you with it
because love is better when its feet don't touch the ground.
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a losing battle
this is for you.
it is elevensomething pm and my mother is asleep on the couch and
my father is asleep in a bed far away. my science homework is still untouched
and there are only twelve pages left to the book sitting on my desk but
i cannot bring myself to read them
because i love the characters too much.
this is for you because you have finally moved on.
it is not elevenanything anymore and i'm too tired to care about
sleeping, all i really want is to keep my eyes open
until but it feels like my thoughts are slurring and
brushingbangingbruisingthemselves against the hard shell of my skull
and they're all about you. i am r
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Leave
1. crows gathered for the last goodbyes
Leave you at your last residence
Forgotten grave, erased
From their memory after today
Dont touch me
Just dont, not a single word
Let me, be... covered in my sadness
Under my sunglasses, sun is gone
CHORUS
I dont need your sympathy
Just leave, I just wanna stay
Look at your grave in my own peace
Allow my tears finally flow
Scream and cursed be
Whoever took you
Watchin my pieces laying on the floor
I feel I failed you
Even now, I dont know what to say
Just sit there, I cant believe your gone
Still I know your next to me, starin at me
2. don
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seriously.
i would tell you that humans are a complex function of emotion and fantasy plotted on the axis of logic, but you are nothing so deep or starry-eyed. you are bleach blonde hair and spray on tans and spilled beer on the carpet.
[and honestly, hearts don't beat for you]
once, you were a snowflake - different from everyone else. but you hate the snow and you love the poisonous UV sunshine of tanning beds. you love(lust) to fuck around in trees and pools and bomb shelters. and now you are a shattered mirror that screams 'look at me! look at me! i'm just like her and her and her
'. but no one notices you because we got tired of listening to
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bam bam bam, i have nothing to write here
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I really like the last few lines of this one! Good stuff.