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There’s more to light than meets the eye
But all you ever see is the dark side of me
Through inferno I managed to sprout wings
And rise from the tiny cracks in the concrete
But all you ever see are my damaged petals
And my scarred feet as I fly beyond infinite
Who knows, maybe Anakin wouldn’t fade to black
Had he walked the sky as a friend, not an enemy
But all you ever see is the dark side of me
Through inferno I managed to sprout wings
And rise from the tiny cracks in the concrete
But all you ever see are my damaged petals
And my scarred feet as I fly beyond infinite
Who knows, maybe Anakin wouldn’t fade to black
Had he walked the sky as a friend, not an enemy
Literature
Losing It
I'm kind of going crazy,
I'm caught inside my mad mind.
Ten different things weigh me down, but I'm still fine!
The words are coming slowly, my mind is on a slur.
I can't string this poem, because the brain is on a blur!
And I get so frustrated, I tear away at skin;
The hair is falling down and the voices make a din!
I wanna shut them out, but I can't find a key,
So all that I can do is simply shut away the ME.
Literature
Real Life Story
I remember playing fool thinking my life was easy.
I remember walking down along the path laid before me.
But what do I do now when I know that the path has changed?
And all I'm left with is paper dreams; blood, sweat and tear-stained!
I regret being a foolish individual,
I never worked hard enough to be admissible,
Despite what my folks always did for me,
I always took it for granted like an idiot; thinking my life's free.
But now I've come to terms with the pain in front of me,
Even if I wish I was a better man, that's shit that I can't be.
But if you think I'm just going to sit here crying;
I won't be the last ragdoll that the lord left
Literature
School
It’s like I’m trapped within a cage
The synchronized turning of every page
Being forced to stand on a stage
These people all fill me with rage
“I could easily destroy this place
To find me they would have to chase
I could turn the walls into rubble-”
OH SH-! They heard me! Now I’m in trouble!
The class writing about a book we read
As another part of my soul drops dead
But I’m too distracted by the clocks tick
“Mum I can’t go today, I’m sick…
Cough, cough.”
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Nice, short, deep and interesting! This is so descriptive and I can easily relate. Good job!