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I seem to have ran out of the ability to make things sound better than they are.
To wrap them up with words so vague that simplicity loses voice in this war.
A cacophony of words, some emptier than others, to sabotage what is righteous.
For each lying tongue I spoke, the truth I choke or suppress like the diabolical beating invested in my chest.
To wrap them up with words so vague that simplicity loses voice in this war.
A cacophony of words, some emptier than others, to sabotage what is righteous.
For each lying tongue I spoke, the truth I choke or suppress like the diabolical beating invested in my chest.
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Dreamed a Little Dream
Dreamed a Little Dream
I am the river, still and tranquil, the moon creating diamonds of my surface.
I drift, and sift, brushing ever so softly against the sandy shore.
The soil so bibulous, porous, drinks me in with a purpose, of sustaining the life that it grows.
I seep around the rocks and the past, to be touched by something more.
The root of a tree finds what it needs, and participates in my potation.
I do not feel used, its much more mutualistic.
I nourish, it grows, then we both are witness to my transformation.
A vein in a leaf, I feel a cool breeze, and we dance apart, but together.
The sun shines through me and I feel it again, a ch
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Feeling The Light
I'm falling apart without you
Deep inside i'm crying
stuck on repeat in my head
Having no way out
Damning my self for eternity
Hearing your voice for the last time
Lost in my cold existance
Lost in your presence
Feeling your shadow
My soul feels tormented
My soul feels ignited
Feeling my skin burn with fury
Feeling my insides being torn
Wishing I were never born
Wishing I for a second chance
But all i get broken glance
But all i get is nothing at all
Nothing for breaking my fall
Laying on the ground injured in pain
Feeling the sadness feeling the rain
No one will help as they walk by
Even if they hear a moan or cry
A child of god just like y
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NaPoWriMo #6
small human, they say
like it's something to be astonished about, something unusual
when they find me on top of an office chair, wheels unlocked
(a skill perfected years ago, really nothing to worry about, shoes on the floor)
or that time I climbed through a small window at work just to see if I could
(I could, with the ever faithfull help of a chair)
much to the amusement of my colleage
(no, I didn't tell my boss. I wonder if she heard anyway)
small human, a friend says
and hooks unto my hand as I lead the way through the crowds
(I always find my way through, there's always room for me)
or that time when we managed to get to the front row o
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