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We stood at the very highest peak,
And looking down, you started to scoff,
"Baby, you're so perfect,
Why don't you jump off?"
I tried to protest,
"I don't have wings,
I cannot fly!"
But you laughed and pushed me anyway,
Maybe you hoped I would die.
And then I was falling fast,
At a most dizzying pace,
Yet all I could see
Was your disapproving face.
And then I hit the ground,
And I hit so hard
I was left with nothing,
Just a little shard.
And I lay there,
My little glass heart broken,
And all I could remember
Was the last words you'd spoken.
You said, "My dear,
It pains me to see you like this"
But I refused to accept
That one last kiss.
My heart was begging
For just one more chance
But my feet ached
And they would not dance.
So I picked up the broken pieces,
Gathered them together,
And I said my last goodbye.
Goodbye forever.
And looking down, you started to scoff,
"Baby, you're so perfect,
Why don't you jump off?"
I tried to protest,
"I don't have wings,
I cannot fly!"
But you laughed and pushed me anyway,
Maybe you hoped I would die.
And then I was falling fast,
At a most dizzying pace,
Yet all I could see
Was your disapproving face.
And then I hit the ground,
And I hit so hard
I was left with nothing,
Just a little shard.
And I lay there,
My little glass heart broken,
And all I could remember
Was the last words you'd spoken.
You said, "My dear,
It pains me to see you like this"
But I refused to accept
That one last kiss.
My heart was begging
For just one more chance
But my feet ached
And they would not dance.
So I picked up the broken pieces,
Gathered them together,
And I said my last goodbye.
Goodbye forever.
Literature
Wind
The wind,
what is it harboring?
Is it sadness
that it brings?
Each soft breath
begs a question,
darling,
does it make you sing
(along)
to its'
selfish
subtle melody,
while dwelling midst the trees?
Does it blindly grasp
from every broken branch
that has yet
to feel
your breeze?
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falling away.
---
i.
tonight you are building a man out
of blankets and pressing your face where
his neck would be. you close
your eyes and pretend your pulse
is his and bite your lip and try
so hard not to cry.
ii.
tonight you are looking for a man
who sees the shadows in the way
you hold your wrists. he could.
he could, so you know it's possible.
iii.
tonight you are not beautiful but you
are so broken.
iv.
tonight you slam your fists against the
wall and wonder what it is about you
that is so easy to walk away from.
what it is about you that is
so easy to leave behind.
v.
tonight the man with a pillow face
is softer than the bod
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Now That You're Gone
Endless days, endless nights,
Just didn't seem to feel right,
To me...
It seems like everything I did,
Was done with blind hypocrisy
I didn't know,
What it meant to live
All I knew,
Was that it was me...
That always had to give
And now...that...you're gone...
I have learned how to breathe!
Now that you're gone,
Gone away from me
The air is so clear,
And I can finally see
I don't feel abandoned,
I feel like I've been set free
Everything is new and so pristine,
Now...that you're gone,
Away from me
I admit that it's harder,
Than I thought it would be,
Because I still turn around,
And see you watching me
I still see those
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I have no clue what inspired this or where it came from. I just made it up.
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Wow, I was just browsing through your gallery again and I came to this one. Again (haha I probably posted this already, ages ago) I love it! Brilliant writing and metaphor, I still remember this one after this long.
I haven't really commented on most of your other writing, but really, I love your style of writing. None of it ever gets boring and they, well they all come on strong. You have a different way of looking at things I guess?
I haven't really commented on most of your other writing, but really, I love your style of writing. None of it ever gets boring and they, well they all come on strong. You have a different way of looking at things I guess?