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Life has ups and downs,
never staying the same;
though sometimes we wish it would.
But that's the magic of life.
It never stays the same.
If it did,
life would be rather mundane.
So yes, life will bring many joys,
ones that make you joyous,
and all will be gifts from God.
But life will also have trials,
ones that break your heart.
But you have God to catch you.
That's the magic of life,
and I wouldn't have it any other way,
I do not want my life to be, mundane.
never staying the same;
though sometimes we wish it would.
But that's the magic of life.
It never stays the same.
If it did,
life would be rather mundane.
So yes, life will bring many joys,
ones that make you joyous,
and all will be gifts from God.
But life will also have trials,
ones that break your heart.
But you have God to catch you.
That's the magic of life,
and I wouldn't have it any other way,
I do not want my life to be, mundane.
Literature
Under My Bed
Midnight calls, eyes close,
Fear overtakes my sanity,
These voices are real;
in the closet-under the bed, everywhere,
I can hear them breathing;
Calling me into their realm,
I try but cannot see them,
I just know they are here taunting my every thought,
tormenting me about life, deeds, even misdeeds,
Their laughter fuels my tensions,
My pulse quickens as I am in their sway,
paralyzed, I cannot move,
My body consumed by the black,
My gasps fall on dying lights,
This could be my last breath,
Please, Constance, enter my dreams,
Please, save me.
Literature
Darkness
The pitter-patter of raindrops on cobblestones
when walking alone, engrossed in your memories,
your thoughts condescend behind you like a
narcissistic parent.
Vision changes, perspectives are skewed
downwards. A skeptical outlook becomes
a recording in your mind; when does it stop?
How do I get to this moment? Where did
I fucked up?
A flash of gunpowder, the mind lights up like
for the one instant where you felt hope. You
had an answer, but the voices keep coming;
smothering, snuffing; the fire is gone
and I'm suffering in silence.
Literature
Dark Soliloquy
Life
It's why I still bleed
The scars that I need
Hurt is my answer
Tried, but I'm a disease
The darkness in me,
makes me a cancer
sighs are of relief
the hate underneath
could not understand her
it's why I am a thief
my poisonous seed,
Love's Necromancer
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