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Fight or flight
Whirls viciously
Inside my hazy skull
At the edge of my tongue
Rest sly, deceitful words
The few
I’ll never breathe
I’ll never dream into being
Behind dulled panes
I drift and implore
Clamoring for the words
To dislodge frozen thoughts
Fight or flight
My nerves hammer away
And depart fearfully
With stampeding
Raging notions
When all is quiet
I’ll thrive in misdeeds
Recalling the adrift
All hopeless and heedless aims
Whirls viciously
Inside my hazy skull
At the edge of my tongue
Rest sly, deceitful words
The few
I’ll never breathe
I’ll never dream into being
Behind dulled panes
I drift and implore
Clamoring for the words
To dislodge frozen thoughts
Fight or flight
My nerves hammer away
And depart fearfully
With stampeding
Raging notions
When all is quiet
I’ll thrive in misdeeds
Recalling the adrift
All hopeless and heedless aims
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Sadness: Her lonely companion
She lay there on her bed silently,
Deeply lost in some unknown thoughts.
Whilst staring unblinkingly at the moonlight streaming in.
"Was it going to be a magical night?"
She wondered loudly in the silent beating of her heart.
Yet a shudder she felt....
As of an old cruel friend knocking on the door.
Her vacant eyes naught but an empty canvas of pain & sadness.
Gathering the storms of her heart,
Unleashing the flood like a hurricane of tears and sorrows.
The old wounds trembling, ripping apart,
And being casted back into life.
She lay there.....
Gasping painfully like a drownded person brought to surface.
Birthing the pain li
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whale song
it’s quarter after midnight.
above, blocking needlepoint patches of stars,
a whale swims across the sky.
she does not belong there.
held up by fog instead of ocean,
she inhales deeply the thin, cold air,
and hopes for the best.
i wish i had lungs
that could hold fresh air for half an hour.
blankets of fat wrapped warm
around the muscles of my body,
voice slow and soft,
heart strong enough to pump blood for miles.
you are my ocean
& i am not a whale.
i only wish
i’d brought a stronger boat.
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Distant
Distance is my normal place Getting compassion thrown in my face I will not follow I won't give chase If you decide that decision for me I'll get out of your way Reaching out is uncomfortable I'm stuck in my ways My words are misconstrued On every single page I give you my life Page after pages I give you my heart Despite the heavy wages 8/31/23
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