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Im in tune,as my heart swoons,it skips a beat as i look to the moon
Its inspiring and keeps me desiring for change
my soul was just a blip on my own radar screen,my days started off with my spirit starting to scream
It wasnt a dream,as much as i wished that is was,i couldnt see reality clearly because i had no real perspective
As i have been growing i have changed my objective,i have gained strength from the information i have gathered
My viewpoint is subjective according to the information i apply,but i cant deny that life has pried open my proverbial 3rd eye
I see you,and now i allow you to see me,into me as i have always seen through you,into your heart that has always been so blind
Im open,and without hoping for anything,there isint a string to be pulled by,but a thread that connects us
To each other and the world,im not finished,im just getting started,healed up mostly, no longer feeling incomplete or broken hearted
Its inspiring and keeps me desiring for change
my soul was just a blip on my own radar screen,my days started off with my spirit starting to scream
It wasnt a dream,as much as i wished that is was,i couldnt see reality clearly because i had no real perspective
As i have been growing i have changed my objective,i have gained strength from the information i have gathered
My viewpoint is subjective according to the information i apply,but i cant deny that life has pried open my proverbial 3rd eye
I see you,and now i allow you to see me,into me as i have always seen through you,into your heart that has always been so blind
Im open,and without hoping for anything,there isint a string to be pulled by,but a thread that connects us
To each other and the world,im not finished,im just getting started,healed up mostly, no longer feeling incomplete or broken hearted
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Feelings
I hesitantly sat in the chair next to his hospital bed. I felt somewhat responsible for him being in the state he was in. I knew I wasn’t, but the feeling was something that I couldn’t help. He’d gotten into another street fight. He had been greatly outnumbered and unarmed. I bit back a violent curse. The doctor told me he would wake up soon and make a full recovery. Despite the reassurance, worry gnawed at my conscious.
My thoughts began to wander as I glanced around the small room. It seemed as if I was one of his first visitors. I counted myself lucky, seeing as most of his friends and family likely knew about his con
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harmful choices
Once you start its hard to stop.
Blood that I spill I must mop.
Razorblades and glass so clean.
Fill a drawer,MY bag of green.
Meaningful scars that fill my arm.
This relief has become a harm.
Scars of hate,hurt,pain and sorrow.
Maybe i will stop tomorrow.
My body has grown sick and sore.
I've thought soem and ill cut nomore.
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Matchstick
irreplaceable yet unnecessary
leave me in your retrospect
where you found me, unwanted & with a question mark over my head
or a Matchstick, maybe
I'm the fire you started &
couldn't put out
the one you doused &
the One you'll freeze without.
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Beautiful and very spiritually emotional.