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As I sat and remembered
Every bad and good in my life
I felt this life slipping away
And my life completely lost reason
As I sat and thought
What to do? What to do?
To wake myself up
To find myself
I was lost in depression
I was sleeping in darkness
I shall be the light
To Help and guide people
I shall be hope
To give a reason to keep on living
I shall be happiness
To draw smiles on their faces
I shall be love
To plant happiness in their hearts
I shall be a drop of rain
To make a difference in this world
I shall be the reason
For someone's existence
I shall forget my past…live my present
I shall give but never take…
I want a reason to dream again
To live again
To hope again….
Every bad and good in my life
I felt this life slipping away
And my life completely lost reason
As I sat and thought
What to do? What to do?
To wake myself up
To find myself
I was lost in depression
I was sleeping in darkness
I shall be the light
To Help and guide people
I shall be hope
To give a reason to keep on living
I shall be happiness
To draw smiles on their faces
I shall be love
To plant happiness in their hearts
I shall be a drop of rain
To make a difference in this world
I shall be the reason
For someone's existence
I shall forget my past…live my present
I shall give but never take…
I want a reason to dream again
To live again
To hope again….
Literature
The writer in me
To put into words who I am
is to define a protocol, a set of rules.
I am everything, yet unique.
I am all opposites put into one:
body, brain, heart.
I:
think feel dream
obey listen contradict
write talk capture.
You:
a living thing, an object
the deep blue sea, a quarry.
It's part of me, my inspiration.
What I write is what I see
What I write is what I feel
What I write is from the writer in me.
Literature
regret
stop looking through empty windows
and thinking it never rains enough indoors.
stop tracing outlines of dusty coffee cups
thinking you'll grow accustom to tainted teeth.
you won't love him tomorrow. this feeling you're feeling, it's not going to just go away. this feeling you regret that you got yourself into.
you won't tell him the truth. no, i won't tell you to either. i believe one sad soul is better than one guilt ridden, over rehearsed one.
you won't know what to say when he asks you how you feel or how you are or what he could do to make it better. and when he jokes he'll have to leave, you wish he would.
you don't know what's
Literature
It hurts, because
It hurts,
because I swallowed
my heart
And now
I'm digesting it
I can't breathe,
because my lungs
are trying to beat
My elbows are trying
to be knees and
my spine is missing altogether
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Hopeful but in a sad way. Telling a story in a wispy phantasmagoric way. I really like it.