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I know no fear in his arms
I hear no harsh words from his mouth
I smell no threat from his clothes
I see no violence in his eyes
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I know love because of him
I hear kindness in his word
I smell only his sweet musk
I see my heart in him
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I know nothing of him
I hear not a single noise
I smell memories of us
I see my world become still
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I know fear because of him
I hear him tell me of my weakness
I smell insecurity from his clothes
I see only hate in his eyes
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I know love because I believe in me
I hear my strong heart beat
I smell the anticipation in the air
I can see a future only I can meet
I hear no harsh words from his mouth
I smell no threat from his clothes
I see no violence in his eyes
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I know love because of him
I hear kindness in his word
I smell only his sweet musk
I see my heart in him
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I know nothing of him
I hear not a single noise
I smell memories of us
I see my world become still
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I know fear because of him
I hear him tell me of my weakness
I smell insecurity from his clothes
I see only hate in his eyes
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I know love because I believe in me
I hear my strong heart beat
I smell the anticipation in the air
I can see a future only I can meet
Literature
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jealousy used to write me love letters that were sweet and lonely
during the winter, she talked about presents and joyful carols
by autumn she'd move on to the colorful leaves and tinted orange skies
in a way, i could tell she was being considerate of me
she respected my selfishness and reminded me when i needed comfort
she knew about my sensitivity so she wrote to me in gentle tones
my stubbornness, however, only ever saw helping hands as suicide
that's why i've been secretly stealing her words
to make sure i would have something to say
in fear that if i remained too silent, i too would be buried in the snow
but while I hid behind my scrip
Literature
Silence Kills
I don't want to know me,
I don't want to make a sound.
Let's pretend I've stopped existing
and start breaking ground.
You can dig this hole for me,
even though I'm nowhere to be found.
You are the only one who can finish this,
though I'll never admit you were the only one keeping me around.
I don't want to hurt you anymore,
so go ahead and put me to rest.
Let's bury my body
and put denial to the test.
Who is this girl you knew?
Where is she?
She drowned on her own words
and now you're free.
Look me in the eye
as you lower me down.
I'll never stop being the one
who let you drown.
Forget me
for I'll not make a sound.
Literature
i'm sick
i knew infectious diseases to have statistics, medication and survival rates
not quaky lungs, thick eyelashes and calloused fingers
i expected a rash or a popped blood vessel or abdominal pain
but i got bumper car thoughts and feelings with spikes
i did get trouble breathing, a headache and sore feet
but i think that's from holding my breath, following untamed solutions and chasing after you again
i also got pain
and i reckon this kind is out of morphine's expertise
but i don't know if that's a symptom
or a long term side effect from all the ways i tried to save you
maybe the statistics are all the times i mistook you as a cure
and all the t
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Whoa, from reading your other comment this is insanely done and by that i mean impressive and so well done! I always wish to be the first two...but it seemed it wasn't good enough for one....that is the pain i face recently dear friend....