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You know just how to hurt me,
You know what keeps me up at night.
You think you know what I'm saying,
But it seems you just can't get it right.
I know what I'm saying to you,
I know it sounds so dumb.
I know about my feelings for you,
But my meds just seem to keep me numb.
You tell me you know I'm lying,
You say I don't care.
You think you know and you aren't buying,
I think it isn't fair.
If you go away now,
If you leave,
I don't know what will happen.
If you disappear from my world,
There's not much left then.
You know what keeps me up at night.
You think you know what I'm saying,
But it seems you just can't get it right.
I know what I'm saying to you,
I know it sounds so dumb.
I know about my feelings for you,
But my meds just seem to keep me numb.
You tell me you know I'm lying,
You say I don't care.
You think you know and you aren't buying,
I think it isn't fair.
If you go away now,
If you leave,
I don't know what will happen.
If you disappear from my world,
There's not much left then.
Literature
Seek
You left where you were, Gone without a trace, I only locate where you are, After you change place, And I’m searching the spaces, In which you were last seen, While you’re pursuing places, I have formerly been, But footprints are overlapping, Crisscrossing on the ground, You’d think with both us looking, We would be easier found, Yet somehow ‘hide-and-seek’, Is hardest if no one hides, Lost following tracks encircling, The same old rounded sides, For at least if you’re not moving, I can learn where you are not, Alas instead in unison, We are both seeking and sought, It is so much simpler to find, What isn’t looking for you too, Guess i lost something unfindable, Because I still always seek you.
Literature
The Crab
The crab scuttles across the sand, Feeling majestic and quite grand. It's hard shell shining in the night, Ready and willing to put up a fight. He thinks, I am ready for anything! For I know with certainty I am king. I am protected by my beautiful shell, Watch me fight the demons in hell. But though he seemed full of pride, Inside his shell his softness cried. In truth, he was lonely and afraid, For he had no friends to call for aid.
Literature
Your chapel
I did all the things a Mother should do I listened and walked the path of patience and understanding I faced my fears against all odds while stretching myself thin for the sake of my child and I would do it all over again But one thing I can't do again is pretend to be someone I am not within your chapel A chapel that never accepted me for who I was in the first place --- You can take away what you don't understand but don't presume to think I will be forgotten
Guh, failed poem about an argument with a friend.
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loves! who was da fight wiv?~