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Sobs wrack my body,
For the first time in...
Forever.
Real, heavy,
Broken
Cries.
It feels like I just
Collapsed,
From the inside out.
Tears stream from my eyes,
Like a river of pain,
Breaking its way out;
Forcing out loud, ugly,
Terrifying
Noises.
My throat is so sore,
It stings;
And it feels like someone is shoving something down it,
The same way
I've been shoving my feelings down.
My walls are breaking,
And I just feel so...
Vulnerable.
I can't stand it.
"I feel so alone,"
I scream.
It hurts too much.
I just want it to stop.
I just want it all to stop...
For the first time in...
Forever.
Real, heavy,
Broken
Cries.
It feels like I just
Collapsed,
From the inside out.
Tears stream from my eyes,
Like a river of pain,
Breaking its way out;
Forcing out loud, ugly,
Terrifying
Noises.
My throat is so sore,
It stings;
And it feels like someone is shoving something down it,
The same way
I've been shoving my feelings down.
My walls are breaking,
And I just feel so...
Vulnerable.
I can't stand it.
"I feel so alone,"
I scream.
It hurts too much.
I just want it to stop.
I just want it all to stop...
Literature
Enemmies
I am the CEO
I am the judge and jury
I am the big spender
I am the iron fist
I am the decider
I am the forest
I am the greenery
I am the deer and the doves
I am the usable space
I am the decision
Literature
i.
Within blue eyes
anemone and starfish
abound, and seaweed eyelashes
move leisurely with the tides.
At sunset they sparkle,
lined with golden sand
and swirling without a sure direction,
becoming cloudy as a storm brews.
Beware, anger flashes across the surface,
where riptides catch the unwary
ships and sailors, wrecked
and broken amongst its depths.
Only the brave venture in,
attracted by the untameable,
roaring waves and sharp wind.
Eyes stinging, they enter the battle.
Slowly they themselves become blue,
the cold clinging to their skin,
sucking out all their warmth.
Then white as stone,
lips cracked and filled with salt
that leaves a bitter
Literature
november14th.
i never had an actual birthday where i could sit back and reflect on what the world has given me thus far. i've never had the teenager-themed "surprise parties" and the traditional gift-giving, pinata-hitting, pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey slash spinthebottle games that dash away reality for the given special day. sunsets and silhouette dreams that smash reality into confetti and funfetti-half ass made birthday cake with the number of ages presented into falling-apart icing. i never understood why society would celebrate a passing year when ultimately the person is getting closer to growing into obligations of responsibilities.
but for mothers
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