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Hope is my savior,
The guide of my soul,
The "maybe" that I live for.
A thousand wishes,
Screamed to the stars,
Like jeweled tears,
Blinking in the black.
If hope should fade,
I would be gone,
Myself lost forever,
To the nothing.
A thousand truths,
No matter how awful,
Whispered with tears,
In the dead of night.
If I should lose you,
I would disappear.
You became my hope,
The moment you said yes.
The guide of my soul,
The "maybe" that I live for.
A thousand wishes,
Screamed to the stars,
Like jeweled tears,
Blinking in the black.
If hope should fade,
I would be gone,
Myself lost forever,
To the nothing.
A thousand truths,
No matter how awful,
Whispered with tears,
In the dead of night.
If I should lose you,
I would disappear.
You became my hope,
The moment you said yes.
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In a Little Girl's Mind
There sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, other
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Acceptance.
Friends all stand in front of me...
Laughing, joking carelessly...
I hide my arms so they can't see...
What it is I've done to me...
And though I try to hang around...
They often leave me feeling lost...
What will it take just to be found?
How much more will my joy cost..?
('Cause I don't live, I just survive)
(Among the crowd, I'm ostracized)
(I can not be indemnified)
(I fell too hard, I broke this time)
My parents always yell at me...
Like I won't get it unless they scream...
But I never do know what they mean...
Why do they have to smother me?!
I've got my back pressed to the fences...
I'm sorry that I'm such a hinderance
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How did you get those scars?
And I asked her,
"Do you remember
why I counted tiles-
sat in silence for hours,
wishing on the black holes
in my pockets?"
Stuttering against quiet delusions,
She bit a vintage tongue.
"Because,
I tried to bury myself alive that night,
just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters
between the cracks of my glass skin."
Licking dry lips,
She asked to taste them.
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Another older poem. This is the stuff I wrote in study hall this year. It was...well... when I got my first boyfriend. It feels odd to remember that now. I hope you all like it.
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Hope is my middle name! ;D (Literally haha.)