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No one ever taught you
To speak in languages other than crying,
Music,
Or silence.
In your book of who speaks what,
I speak nothing,
With a few missed words or a moment of silence,
We're thrown to eerie quiet.
Maybe it's the past
Of whatever didn't happen,
I really don't like history,
So why must you?
I was proud to get over it,
But your manual of conduct said
I would revert to the way I was,
Needless bleeding.
I think the makers made a typo
When they said you could cry
But others weren't allowed.
Where it's all your fault
And you have to do something about it.
I wish I could find
The editor of your book
That says I can change,
Just like the rules.
Or maybe I would rewrite it
Just so you would realize
What you have and
What you can gain.
I always wanted to be a novelist,
But I never had the determination
Or endurance to finish.
I guess that's the way we were shaped.
A schematic of society,
Left alone to make our own twists,
Conflicts
Characters
But we're all left unfinished,
And all that we'd need
Is a backbone and inspiration.
To speak in languages other than crying,
Music,
Or silence.
In your book of who speaks what,
I speak nothing,
With a few missed words or a moment of silence,
We're thrown to eerie quiet.
Maybe it's the past
Of whatever didn't happen,
I really don't like history,
So why must you?
I was proud to get over it,
But your manual of conduct said
I would revert to the way I was,
Needless bleeding.
I think the makers made a typo
When they said you could cry
But others weren't allowed.
Where it's all your fault
And you have to do something about it.
I wish I could find
The editor of your book
That says I can change,
Just like the rules.
Or maybe I would rewrite it
Just so you would realize
What you have and
What you can gain.
I always wanted to be a novelist,
But I never had the determination
Or endurance to finish.
I guess that's the way we were shaped.
A schematic of society,
Left alone to make our own twists,
Conflicts
Characters
But we're all left unfinished,
And all that we'd need
Is a backbone and inspiration.
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introduction.
one.
i want to pick up the fallen leaves
from the branches of my heart; dust off
my cloudy dreams and find hope again,
hidden under closed eyelids and
almost-collapsing lungs.
i want to smile.
two.
sometimes i think that happiness
is hiding from me.
[it's afraid that i'll taint it.]
three.
when i look at my icon,
i see a giraffe.
four.
i have problems believing
in people - their hearts are too
darkened by apathy and pain; like
storm clouds waiting to drown the world
and strike us all down with lightning,
one by one,
and
i have problems believing
in me.
[sometimes i wonder if the two are connected.]
five.
sometimes i
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blowing bubbles.
last night we
watched the clouds
fall.
and you said:
you are beautiful.
and i am afraid
that i might one day
actually believe you
and
sometimes i feel like
i'm just this big bundle
of problems and i have
been searching and
i can't find the answers.
you told me that the answers
are in blowing bubbles and
tying shoe laces and chasing
dreams, but honestly i just
don't
understand. i have tried
to chase my dreams but
they only run away.
.
you told me that you can't
stand how i sound when i
give up and the hope
is knocked out of me and
you can't stand me when
i am busy counting
the empty spaces in the
walls and
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i am still alive.
i am alive. my heart beats, each pump stretching the stitches, but i am healing. my lungs fill with oxygen and hope and i pray i can do this for another day, pray that one day i will welcome the sensation of opening my eyes and taking my first breath of the day, because i am healing.
because i am alive.
i am not dead. my blood sticks to the confines of my veins and my guts don't spill out onto the floor when i unwrap my arms from myself. my knuckles crack when i ball my hands into fists and my muscles flex when i move, because i am strong.
because i am not dead.
i am still here. my name is still tagged on the wall behind the old school, e
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