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I tell myself I'm doing fine
But is that really true.
I tell myself I'm happy now
But I still love you
I tell myself I can move on
But I know that I am lying.
I tell my heart to stop it
But without you it is dying.
I tell my brain to let you go
But it holds on for dear life
And reminds me of the times I wished
That you would be my wife
So I sit here writing this song
Thinking about you
And I tell myself that I messed up
And I wish it were not true.
But is that really true.
I tell myself I'm happy now
But I still love you
I tell myself I can move on
But I know that I am lying.
I tell my heart to stop it
But without you it is dying.
I tell my brain to let you go
But it holds on for dear life
And reminds me of the times I wished
That you would be my wife
So I sit here writing this song
Thinking about you
And I tell myself that I messed up
And I wish it were not true.
Literature
Saturn Chantey
Melancholy means black bilis, black
Bilis. Finally you understand, unless you already had
When it ran up down, body body,
And from your veins blasted happy
Tiny cancers that became you.
Literature
Cuddling With Sleep
It`s late and my eyes are heavy. Leaded lids slide slowly over aching corneas, failing to sooth the dried-out orbs but not hurting enough to stay propped open. Late nights always hit like this, out of nowhere with the cry for deep slumber. Always followed by a rejection. The lingering response to back to back to back late-night shifts.
Every night for the past month I`ve fallen into bed by 11 pm and still my body is set for the late night. Exhaustion doesn`t hit until three, sleep until six. This is a particularly bad pattern on days I have to head in at five am. Usually the ER is bustling and bursting with enough patients to keep me
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Night
Her riveting black dress flowed,
Ominously through the dark air.
Her fiery curls surged,
Consuming all they may ensnare.
She poised her menacing claws;
For there were no signs more of day,
As she lingered in the distance,
Closing in on her credulous prey.
Triumphant, but vigilant,
Her foul radiance spreads fear through the air'
She maneuvers amongst the emptiness,
And a foreboding sense is there.
As she wraps her arms around her victim,
Not a single cry is heard.
She takes him to his rightful place,
Without another word.
She diminishes into the darkness,
And no longer is in sight,
For no one can escape,
The terrible, formidable night.
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That... is... SAD. You like a girl yet you can't let her go... Goddamn.