ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
i try to write my heart into words,
but i guess my brain just isn't wired for
sparks and fire i am all feeling without emotions
and standing in twilight, i'm alone, again, but not really.
i wish i could make you understand
the thoughts and fissions in my mind,
emitting dreams i am admitting
my flaws and mistakes; so flawed
and still just a girl, i could take on the world
if i really tried, you know
there are missions and visions
and i'm still full of childish whimsy
so if you could, hear me out
and i'll scream for you to see
that everything you want is just in
the palm of your hands and cliched still,
my words.
i try to burn vision into umber
and stillness is a quiet i remember,
and so i write verses that cannot be used:
standing alone in this broken field-
a billion thoughts littered in my mind
i am mosaic:
undefined.
so i write my heart into words
trying to strum notes into love
and you cradle me in your dreams
the unknown face of civility:
darling, hush now, soon you'll see
i am dreams and reality.
unworded.
but i guess my brain just isn't wired for
sparks and fire i am all feeling without emotions
and standing in twilight, i'm alone, again, but not really.
i wish i could make you understand
the thoughts and fissions in my mind,
emitting dreams i am admitting
my flaws and mistakes; so flawed
and still just a girl, i could take on the world
if i really tried, you know
there are missions and visions
and i'm still full of childish whimsy
so if you could, hear me out
and i'll scream for you to see
that everything you want is just in
the palm of your hands and cliched still,
my words.
i try to burn vision into umber
and stillness is a quiet i remember,
and so i write verses that cannot be used:
standing alone in this broken field-
a billion thoughts littered in my mind
i am mosaic:
undefined.
so i write my heart into words
trying to strum notes into love
and you cradle me in your dreams
the unknown face of civility:
darling, hush now, soon you'll see
i am dreams and reality.
unworded.
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
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
Literature
Rhapsodic
I’ve lost my superpower –
of wordplay
It’s abandoned me and left me choking on vacant letters,
Stealing my brand of “wordsmith”
And
Labeling me simply as a lack-luster charlatan.
I’m vomiting synonyms
And
I’m tripping on definitions
In ways that I never have stumbled before.
This chasm –
This deep, empty, aching grave in my soul
Is screaming and pleading and gasping and trembling
To reconstitute this dried up talent
In the light of my ever-present denial of tragedy.
Once a zealot,
Always an addict;
You see, I yearn
to do nothing more than to load a syringe with ripe syllables,
i am writing.
© 2011 - 2024 rebel-brat
Comments4
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
You are that and I am glad.