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i shouldn't resent
having left
instead
i should
be burning from
the resignation that
you wouldn't try.
i cried you out
into rivers that flow
gurgling with doubt
that threatens
and each breath i take
takes my sanity away
and still i struggle
for your silence.
you're the thread that threatens
the lingering hurt that festers
and each moment tightens
the noose around my neck.
i am burning from your lack
of utter dis-regret.
i shouldn't resent
the fact that i
had the courage to leave
despite.
because had i stayed
i wouldn't have learnt
the difference between love
and take.
having left
instead
i should
be burning from
the resignation that
you wouldn't try.
i cried you out
into rivers that flow
gurgling with doubt
that threatens
and each breath i take
takes my sanity away
and still i struggle
for your silence.
you're the thread that threatens
the lingering hurt that festers
and each moment tightens
the noose around my neck.
i am burning from your lack
of utter dis-regret.
i shouldn't resent
the fact that i
had the courage to leave
despite.
because had i stayed
i wouldn't have learnt
the difference between love
and take.
Literature
Lies
Do you lie in your sleep?
When you exhale, do the lies just tumble out?
Does a lie always inhabit the tip of your tongue?
Ready to run free at a moment’s notice?
Because it seems all I hear from you lately
Are lies
Lie after lie
Do you even know you’re telling them?
Or do you mean what you say in the moment and later contemplate on your words and decide otherwise?
Do you care that you hurt me?
With every word cutting deeper into the tough skin I thought I had formed
But then you come with your charm and your knife
And you cut
And cut
I don’t even notice the bleeding, lost in your eyes
Until you’re gone
Then I notice
Literature
Until I Collapse
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
- “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost
Some might say that following your heart is foolish. Planning. Critical thinking. Weighing your options. These are the things they drill in your head at their earliest convenience. While it may be a well and good strategy for some people, other people not so much. I was one of those people.
I grew up programmed to act a certain way. I was born nine years apart from my youngest sibling. At some point in my life I started feeling more like a science experi
Literature
Grow again
Everything was grey. The sand, the hills, the sky. There was no life here. Or so it seemed. Because in between the dust-colored lifeless cacti, smoke was billowing from a small, concrete house. But smoke had to come from fire. And fire isn't colorless.
Fire can't be colorless. Moreover, to make fire you'd need wood or another flammable material, and there was none to be found outside the City.
The door of the house opened and a woman walked out. She was tall, with long ash-blonde hair held back in a ponytail, and she wore a denim overall and grey boots. Whether they were actually grey or if it was the dust that had made them so, was unclear
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