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I need to write to let it all out,
it's all I can do not to scream and shout,
but when I write there's no limit no borders
and the words can rush out in any random order,
they spill onto the page from out of my pen,
word after word, again and again,
but it brings peace to my thoughts and forces out the pain,
that echoes throughout me and takes over my brain,
all thoughts about life and the things going on,
when I write all these things are but dead and gone.
it's all I can do not to scream and shout,
but when I write there's no limit no borders
and the words can rush out in any random order,
they spill onto the page from out of my pen,
word after word, again and again,
but it brings peace to my thoughts and forces out the pain,
that echoes throughout me and takes over my brain,
all thoughts about life and the things going on,
when I write all these things are but dead and gone.
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It's the way her hair falls over her eyes
It's the way you know shes empty to the core inside
It's how her knees hit the floor
How she holds her head shaking for something more
As she walks down that street her shadow tips and dips
The truth is more is never enough
What is more to you? What is not enough? Tell her.
Tell the lonely girl with her knees on the floor holding her head begging for more
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Fire and Ice
FIRE AND ICE
Burning brightly,
Nightly fire,
Filled with hate,
Torn with desire.
Silent shadows,
Aerial flier,
Wooden hearts,
Funeral Pyre.
Peaceful sleep,
Calming rest,
Icy grave saved
For the best.
Freezing tears
East to west,
Following you,
In your quest.
Fiery passions,
Icy lust,
Heart to thaw,
Dust to dust.
Frozen love,
Quick to bust,
Metallic feelings,
Turn to rust.
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I Wish I Wouldn't Have...
I just wish I wouldn't have
i.
Made the mistake of falling for the one girl that wouldn't bother picking myself up off the floor. I'm still left on the cold tile with nothing but a spatula trying to scrape up my skin and bones and mold them back into something not totally repulsive to the eyes.
ii.
Decided to get behind the wheel of my car when my BAC was higher than the dollar value of a quarter and my depth perception was worse than that time I received a concussion severe enough to blur my vision and slur my words. The part that scares me the most is that I let you hop into the passenger's seat and I kept driving despite the fact
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A poem about how important writing is to me <3
I'd be nothing without it!
I'd be nothing without it!
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I know exactly what you mean... I like it, it rhymes really well!