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Broken Promises, Shattered Lives
Leaving me empty and useless inside
All I want to do is lay down and die
I don't care about myself or my pride
All I want is to be left alone
No more emotions, my heart is stone
No feelings inside, none left to hide
Your words falling on deaf ears
Tired of all the broken promises
Tired of hearing your empty words
I don't want to listen it's absurd
I just want someone, or has that never occured
I am all alone in my world
Your lies just make me want to hurl
I wish you would just tell the truth
Back like in the days of our youth
Leaving me empty and useless inside
All I want to do is lay down and die
I don't care about myself or my pride
All I want is to be left alone
No more emotions, my heart is stone
No feelings inside, none left to hide
Your words falling on deaf ears
Tired of all the broken promises
Tired of hearing your empty words
I don't want to listen it's absurd
I just want someone, or has that never occured
I am all alone in my world
Your lies just make me want to hurl
I wish you would just tell the truth
Back like in the days of our youth
Literature
you're my penny...
so sorry
'bout the stumbling
darlin'
dying to retrace
every step mistook
and your skin
with my fingertips
though I long
to damn distance
and hang my hat
up on regrets
it's not the miles
marked & measured
you find lacking
love
I'd like to last
a lifetime
some strange synonym
for always
like
I'd love to be
the last time
you felt you found
your place
but I've more than
fondness for your
features
dear
I fear I formed
those fault lines
and if I must
I'll disappear
to put that smile
back on your face
this is
(roughly)
how it feels
to fail my constant
Literature
You're it
There's a reason why connect the dots is a children's game -
it prepares you for the bigger games everyone has to play
when their insides finally outgrow the outside.
I call this game 'connect the hearts'.
There are no instructions
and a million possible choices.
Chances are,
no matter what you do
a connection is made or broken
...it just isn't always the one you want.
Sometimes I know I'm not headed in the right direction,
but that doesn't make the selection any less valid;
just a bit more painful.
There is no such thing as "child's play" -
there is only practice for future failures.
Hide and seek was eventually replac
Literature
hibernation love song
wanna bury your
stillbeating
heart in the yard
kneel down
and press my face
to grass grown cool
with shades
of green
you're the wild life
like light
now strange
and scattering
the sound of trains
whispering distant
every evening
bathed in dusk
and I'm just
dust too much
touch
to the back
of your throat
sunken
sunk in skin
and tastes of
settling
sometimes I imagine
you're how I'd want
the snow to be
falling
free like birds
who change back
into bears
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...My words...not about my friends..but still it is the world today and thats it
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i like all your writing, continue!!^^
i like all your writing, continue!!^^