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i am perceived differently by
everyone
what i thought was “right”
wasn’t
they condemn me, making me
see
their way
I already see their way.
they don’t see mine
they don’t understand me
they don’t think i am human
(No)
I am not Human.
everyone
what i thought was “right”
wasn’t
they condemn me, making me
see
their way
I already see their way.
they don’t see mine
they don’t understand me
they don’t think i am human
(No)
I am not Human.
Literature
My Soul is Black
Black feathers, swirling against a black billowing cloud of forgotted ages.
Black feathers, falling soft and harsh against my skin, black and vivid.
Black, the colour of hopelessness.
Black, the colour of hope.
What's so bad about it? I live in blackness.
The soothing colour reflects my thoughts.
Why don't they listen to me?
Why can't they see me?
What difference does it make?
I go around everyday, with the spreading bloodstain of black on my soul.
The classmates never notice my pining, my longing for love;
Just for a different life.
Black sky, stretching out, across the vastness of the empty world.
The world that holds no futur
Literature
Bittersweet Memories
A heart bursts into flame,
It's ashes fall like snow
There is this burning pain,
That only seems to grow
We weep in our defeat,
We sink onto our knees,
And we forget all our promises,
As we begin to plead
We're broken!
Our souls are,
So tattered and bruised
Not chosen!
This life that,
Has been so abused...
We stand up, and we stand tall,
But how much can a heart take,
Before it falls,
Away? Away? Away?
We forgive so many things,
But how many bittersweet memories,
Still remain?
No change! The pain! It stays!
This pounding in our chest,
Has left us weak and such a mess,
And the irony of it all,
Is that this may just be for the best
Our knee
Literature
it was obsession.
{it was monday}
when i texted you at eight a.m. wondering what you were doing for the day.
i texted you at nine too. oh, and ten.
you didn't reply.
i figured you were busy and left you alone.
it was four in the afternoon when i rang you to see if you were okay.
"i was just worried about you. you weren't replying to my texts!"
you said you were okay and that you had to hang out with your family for the evening.
i hung up and said i'd talk to you online later.
at nine p.m. i wrote to you on facebook.
you said you were just signing off and going bed.
you had to be up early.
i said it was okay and to get some sleep.
i went to bed too
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I don’t want to talk. No one accepts or understands that.
"What I want from you
Is empty your head
They say be true
Don't stain your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me
Like a rootless tree
What I want from us
Is empty our minds
We fake a fuss
And fracture the times
We go blind
When we've needed to see
And it leans on me
Like a rootless...
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me
Then hate me so good that you can let me out
Let me out of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out,
Let me out of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out"
Rootless Tree by Damien Rice. This piece was in my mind when I was writing this.
"What I want from you
Is empty your head
They say be true
Don't stain your bed
We do what we need to be free
And it leans on me
Like a rootless tree
What I want from us
Is empty our minds
We fake a fuss
And fracture the times
We go blind
When we've needed to see
And it leans on me
Like a rootless...
So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
And all we've been through
I said leave it, leave it, leave it
It's nothing to you
And if you hate me, hate me, hate me
Then hate me so good that you can let me out
Let me out of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out,
Let me out of this hell when you're around
Let me out, let me out"
Rootless Tree by Damien Rice. This piece was in my mind when I was writing this.
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... lovely.. what else can I say?