ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Up is down and down is up
So many things going on
Not a lot of sense to any of them
Two weeks and the truth will be known
Either way, life goes on
It's not quite the canary that sings to me
It's more the nightingale that calls
Sometimes I truly wonder..
Is there any help for those in need?
So many things going on
Not a lot of sense to any of them
Two weeks and the truth will be known
Either way, life goes on
It's not quite the canary that sings to me
It's more the nightingale that calls
Sometimes I truly wonder..
Is there any help for those in need?
Literature
Desirous Avowal
Savouring the breath of each word whispered from your lips,
I am left in desperate need to have the essence of your being beside me.
So tell me dearest to my heart,
Tell me that you love me..
Tell me my sweet serenity,
And tell me true,
That you need me as I do you.
For these confessions of the heart,
Stripping me of all sanity,
Weakening me with each blow,
Provide the strength in me,
To be all I want to be.
These silent suffocations,
That leave me gasping; beckoning,
Send a scorching blaze of heat through my body,
Burning the fire of my desire,
To be all you want me to be.
Literature
Envious
Everything she has,
I want.
I want to be thin,
to have her curves,
her beautiful shaped eyes,
dancing and perfect green.
I want to have men stop,
stare, willing to do anything,
for a moment of my time,
as they do her.
I want to be so loved,
so spoiled.
Men offer her jewelry,
trips, cars, clothes...
everything they have,
just for her attention.
Anything she wants,
is hers for the asking.
I want to have her long legs,
able to go dancing,
whenever she wants,
as long as she wants.
To be able to wear...
sexy clothes,
fine jewelry,
delectable shoes.
To not be laughed at,
to be desired...
I want to be he
Literature
Growth
The emptiness that grows inside, is cultivated by the loss of what made me happy. The loss of my future waters, the emptiness, my future breaking like glass and breaching my skin forces the tears with ease. The loss of my love provides the soil, fertile from the death of the vast knowledge of things I knew about her. And the loss of my hope provides the now eclipsed sunshine that singes everything except the one flourishing emptiness. Soon it will become a vast jungle. Becoming the home of the monsters that were once dormant inside myself. I pray for your cleansing fire to take the forest away from my mind, and liberate me once more.
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Not really anything else that can be said.
© 2010 - 2024 Ferelwing
Comments27
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
short but intense. love it. i think it puts to words what many people tend to feel in moments of desperation, or when they're mulling 'what does it all matter". fabulous
"it's not quite the canary that sings to me / it's more the nightingale that calls"
"it's not quite the canary that sings to me / it's more the nightingale that calls"