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My voice is my enemy.
It spills from my mouth in half-formed thoughts
and leaves me burning in front of my peers.
It falls and rises to an off-beat rhythm
that only stays constant when I need it to change.
I cannot control that dizzying madness
with words formed too slowly to come out complete.
A pace set with purpose to leave me behind
as it flies off with Wendy to Never Never Land.
And the words freeze in my throat.
It spills from my mouth in half-formed thoughts
and leaves me burning in front of my peers.
It falls and rises to an off-beat rhythm
that only stays constant when I need it to change.
I cannot control that dizzying madness
with words formed too slowly to come out complete.
A pace set with purpose to leave me behind
as it flies off with Wendy to Never Never Land.
And the words freeze in my throat.
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Changing
She said to me;
“Bloom where you are planted.”
What if I’m not planted in the right place,
And get mistaken for a weed?
What if I’m poison ivy in your garden,
Or an oak among mistletoe?
I’d prefer to uproot myself, And move elsewhere
Thankyouverymuch.
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The Letter
Of me it always gets the better
A reminder of what you once were
It will stick to me no what what will occur
A piece of parper with so much meaning
A memory of the smile beaming
The memories tend to flow
It will always be a comfort to know
The degree of happiness that came
Of how you took my heart to claim
You may be distant from my heart
But the paper gives my day a start
The words you wrote are slowly fading
My mind is always one you're raiding
The moonlilght still shines below
Gleaming memories from a freshly fallen snow
The summer nights still remind me of the night
When your smile pierced through with an angel's light
No matter how
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Release
I have no idea where I am or how I got here. I do know it's cold, and I'm so very tired. Watching this rope I've been dangling from, unraveling a little more every day. Finally realizing the dark truth; sometimes holding on is harder than letting go.
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Another old work. I wrote this in 2007 for a Creative Writing class. This posting is slightly different from the original piece as I had had trouble with the last few lines in class. I found it a few days ago and polished it into a something that really satisfies. If you enjoy it, please comment! I'd love to hear what you think!
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I like it, it remind of myself.