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Shackled to these thoughts, shackled to these dreams
Shackled to myself and shackled with no means
A victim of myself, a color deep in green
Things I’ve left unsaid, things I didn’t mean
I envy all your zest, for somewhere I lost mine
I wish to disappear, and I think that it would fine
Shackled to my thoughts, a prisoner in my head
Angry at myself, a color of dark red
Shackled to the things that I can never change
Shackled to my image, this creature oh so strange
Shackled to myself and shackled with no means
A victim of myself, a color deep in green
Things I’ve left unsaid, things I didn’t mean
I envy all your zest, for somewhere I lost mine
I wish to disappear, and I think that it would fine
Shackled to my thoughts, a prisoner in my head
Angry at myself, a color of dark red
Shackled to the things that I can never change
Shackled to my image, this creature oh so strange
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to become nothing
Nameless, faceless plague,
Thickly seeping into a cracked vessel,
Imbibing every cirrus, every eager breath.
The sludge trudges,
The Black contracts, bereaved,
The verdant grid, relieved
The sluggish spell begins to quell
Ardor,
Now only a whimper on fragile lips
Nameless, faceless plague
Swelling in congruence with every slower swipe
Maneuvering the psychic climate
Into Barrenness.
The Black is marvelously alluring,
She charms only genuine energies, vexes them.
She works against the Organic propulsion
Whose effort honors
boundless proliferation
Nameless, faceless plague
Abiding in once animate ducts (shrinking and vascular)
Clogging and
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Writing Prompt: Always the Last to Know
I'm always the last to know
When my eyes light up
Or I look away
I'm always the last to know
And it's always aggravating
People tell me
What I should know
And they're always rather provoking
I"m always the last to know
And maybe it's because
I don't listen to people
Who tell me how I should feel
Doesn't matter if I do or not
Hearing someone talk to me
As if they can see straight through me
Makes me shut off and back away
That's the best way
To ensure I'll never know
Because it makes me feel caged
And cornered
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Take the Risk, Don't Be Stuck Forever.
Stuck. I am stuck. Stuck in writing. Stuck in life. I am stuck. I want to write. I need to write. But I don't know what to write. What to write about. What to do. Where to go. Where do I go from here, what's the next step. I know what I want. So go get it. Not that simple. Why? Other people. Other people getting in my way. That's never stopped you. This time it is. Why? Because it's not up to me. Of course it is, it's your life. Not when it involves someone else's life too. Explain. No. Explain. You won't understand. Try. Make me. I'm not going to make you do anything. And why not, don't you understand that's half of what I want. You want me
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