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Words are sharper than the sharpest blade and cut deeper than any whisper...
I am merely a friend, trying to save what I found so precious to me...
Would you spend 100 years living a death filled life or live only 1 night like the wind? That is a question I ask myself in order to keep afloat in the waters of chaos. Regrets flowing out of my eyes, my face, my soul. I swam in search of land so I may rest upon it, but I found nothing. Just miles of liquid as red as the sky at night. I looked in the waters to see all of my nightmares swarming around me. I would scream but I did not require assistance knowing that the nightmares would not harm me for I am the one who created them. If I died, so would they. It sounds like a good thing, I know but then I saw what was under me, helping me float among these damned memories. What I have left that gave me hope for the world. My friends, family, even strangers that have helped me along the way. If I died, their efforts would be in vain. Thus, I kept floating on, trying not to get pushed down by the tides. I looked at the memories below me to see my friends and I smiling, and that was more than enough. Maybe this isn't such a bad thing, do you understand?
I am merely a friend, trying to save what I found so precious to me...
Would you spend 100 years living a death filled life or live only 1 night like the wind? That is a question I ask myself in order to keep afloat in the waters of chaos. Regrets flowing out of my eyes, my face, my soul. I swam in search of land so I may rest upon it, but I found nothing. Just miles of liquid as red as the sky at night. I looked in the waters to see all of my nightmares swarming around me. I would scream but I did not require assistance knowing that the nightmares would not harm me for I am the one who created them. If I died, so would they. It sounds like a good thing, I know but then I saw what was under me, helping me float among these damned memories. What I have left that gave me hope for the world. My friends, family, even strangers that have helped me along the way. If I died, their efforts would be in vain. Thus, I kept floating on, trying not to get pushed down by the tides. I looked at the memories below me to see my friends and I smiling, and that was more than enough. Maybe this isn't such a bad thing, do you understand?
Literature
day 305 of heartbreak.
"i know you love me."
darling ,
i love the way you look at me
with eyes full of adoration .
(but that gleam has disappeared)
i love the way we gab and gab
about nothing and everything
at the same time .
(but we haven't spent a 4am together
in quite some time)
i love the way we can fight through
the thorns of life together .
(but now my body is filled with splinters)
i love the way you tell me i'm beautiful
and i know you mean it in every way .
(but now you can't even stand the sight of me)
i'm going through the motions
of heartbreak ,
the stages of grief.
listening to your ramblings
about how you think you know me .
but the thing
Literature
spinned time
Can i spend time on you?
I would like
It seems
I think i would like
To spend
At least a little time
Spend a little time on you
Can i spend time through you?
Meter filling
Nickels and dimes with you
Sand in sunscreen
With you
Dead skin flaking off of you
Can i spend time with you?
The usual stuff
You know
Nothing extraordinary
Fill my life with you
Can i spend time for you?
Let me choose
How you allocate
Invest wisely for you
Can i spend time near you?
Sorry for the bad investments
I thought i knew better
Can i spend time on you?
Please?
Literature
nothing more
He likes girls who slowly break him
give him bruises
internal scars and memories
tear marked pillows
She likes guys who are a challenge
give her goosebumps
something to think about before sleep
anxious sigh
He likes girls who laugh at his expense
have quirky smiles
cute giggles and sparkly eyes
a good audience
She likes guys who keep their distance
have time alone
stay away, no thing as authentic comfort
'danger, keep away'
He likes girls who teach him about love
it doesn't exist
authentic love is just an idea
and nothing more
She likes guys who don't say the 'l' word
she has said
"your love is fickle."
and nothing mor
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