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Looking back now, {the realization is crawling down my ba[bone]ck}
I see that you were nothing
but a scattered dream
I tried too hard to collect.
You were an unchanging
wind I tried to divert.
You were a rock that
refused to break.
There is no taking back.
No "I still love you"s. {i'mlyingi'mlyingi'mlyingagain}
No "I need you"s.
There's only "i'm [not] sorry"s
and "forget me [not]"s
I won't say that I
hate you anymore,
because that's not
true.
I know you won't come back.
N[ever] think I expect that.{?}
The thing is...
you're so dead to me now.
I see that you were nothing
but a scattered dream
I tried too hard to collect.
You were an unchanging
wind I tried to divert.
You were a rock that
refused to break.
There is no taking back.
No "I still love you"s. {i'mlyingi'mlyingi'mlyingagain}
No "I need you"s.
There's only "i'm [not] sorry"s
and "forget me [not]"s
I won't say that I
hate you anymore,
because that's not
true.
I know you won't come back.
N[ever] think I expect that.{?}
The thing is...
you're so dead to me now.
Literature
The Years of my Life
’93 The year of my birth
’94 A new sibling?
’95 Yes. A baby girl
’96 And a baby cousin birthed
’97 A brother born, short-lived
’98 Another tragic baby boy
’99 Into Year 1, the start of my learning
’00; A new millennium
’01 A best friend leaves, but another arrives
’02 The first year of splitting is survived
’03 How can we both remember that we used to speak?
’04 The last year of the best years of my life
’05 A new start, or a start to the end
’06 A friendship grows too close
’07 I cause my own spiral down
’08 But with the new ones, we pick ourselv
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New Years
New Years
Hopeful resolutions
Optimistic thoughts
Maybe this is the year when things get better
Maybe this year will be ok
Maybe this year will let us breathe
Old hurts
Open wounds
Scars from the year just past
Maybe this year they can heal
Maybe his year they will finally seal
Maybe this year it won’t hurt so much
But most likely not
Surrounded by friends and family
Good food
A pounding bass
A sparkling room
Lights off
Sitting alone
An oppressive silence
Darkness fills the room
The clock strikes twelve
People hug
Kiss
Smile
Eyes lit up with hope and joy as fireworks light up the sky
They sit in silence
Or lay in a restless sleep
T
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Old Habits
He made his way along the path, trying desperately to recognize anything familiar. Anything that would confirm he was in the right place, or not.
Reaching the end of the sidewalk, he paused, taking in the surroundings.
His eyes scanned along the row of apartments, then down the walkway in front of him and along the street and sidewalk before focusing back on the building ahead. He let a slow breath blow between his lips, running his hands along his pants pockets; his nervous habit, noting to himself that his breathing was oddly consistent considering the agitation that was stirring in his stomach. The only thing worse than being right, he t
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Does it ever get any easier? Sometimes we try so hard for them. /Sadness off, Great work.