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i.
i crave permanence.
i've been aching for ink on my skin,
a promise of time and things to come,
so that i can say
i'm here, i exist, i am a constant
instead of fading in and out of focus.
ii.
i crave permanence.
i've been straining for consistency,
but falling into old melancholies,
thrums of insufficiency and fear-
fear that you'll tire of me.
because my insecurities will quickly turn
from endearing quirks to crippling flaws
and my childish, clumsy hands will lose their
youthful, giggly charm.
iii.
it's the eighteen year of war, and this raucous mind does not tire
instead, my soul does, and it's all i have left.
i crave permanence.
i've been aching for ink on my skin,
a promise of time and things to come,
so that i can say
i'm here, i exist, i am a constant
instead of fading in and out of focus.
ii.
i crave permanence.
i've been straining for consistency,
but falling into old melancholies,
thrums of insufficiency and fear-
fear that you'll tire of me.
because my insecurities will quickly turn
from endearing quirks to crippling flaws
and my childish, clumsy hands will lose their
youthful, giggly charm.
iii.
it's the eighteen year of war, and this raucous mind does not tire
instead, my soul does, and it's all i have left.
Literature
Quiet
One day
I woke up to the sound of breaking.
The fire was outside my window
And the smoke streamed in over my head
And the sirens, oh, the sirens
The red and the blue and the red reflected
On grey and black and grey and death.
I thought about how my heart
Had ached and my lungs had burned
And I closed my eyes.
One day
I woke up to the sound of stillness.
The needle sunk in my wrist
And the blurriness clouded my vision
And the beeping, oh, the beeping
The red and the black and the red smeared across
The white and grey and white and nothing.
I thought about how my mind
Had ran and my muscles had atrophied
And I closed my eyes.
One day
I woke
Literature
The Taste Of Sadness
What would sadness taste like?
Like the tears of a lost friend?
Like ashes as everything burns?
Like the last kiss before you left?
Literature
Childbane
The fight\'s over
The battle lost
The rainbow fades
The pot of gold gone
Never Never Land
Now a place out of reach
Unicorns return to their woods
Fae creatures reenter Middle Earth
The monsters
No longer live under the bed
Imaginary friends
Find new playmates
Running wild and free
A thing of the past
Learning of pain
How to be alone
Walls built
Masks worn
Innocence killed...
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