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Some days I just want to write.
Write but no words come out.
Those jumbled thoughts won't make it to words.
How am I supposed to explain myself
when all I can give is silence and stutters.
Other times I just want to scream.
Scream from the frustration of the words
stuck in my already cluttered head.
Sometimes it makes me want to fall.
Fall away to another world where only
made up dreams come alive and
those words are forever forgotten.
Or maybe even disappear
because sometimes invisible people
have lives to live too.
They say I'm crazy.
because these fucking words don't make sense.
and to me, that's okay.
I'll just dream away my life anyways.
Tomorrow will not be remembered.
We are only made up words stuck inside our heads.
Only sometimes do they come out.
Write but no words come out.
Those jumbled thoughts won't make it to words.
How am I supposed to explain myself
when all I can give is silence and stutters.
Other times I just want to scream.
Scream from the frustration of the words
stuck in my already cluttered head.
Sometimes it makes me want to fall.
Fall away to another world where only
made up dreams come alive and
those words are forever forgotten.
Or maybe even disappear
because sometimes invisible people
have lives to live too.
They say I'm crazy.
because these fucking words don't make sense.
and to me, that's okay.
I'll just dream away my life anyways.
Tomorrow will not be remembered.
We are only made up words stuck inside our heads.
Only sometimes do they come out.
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Take the Pain Away
My heart longs for you, O Father.
I long to feel Thy warm embrace.
Wrap Your arms around me.
Comfort my wounded soul.
Wipe my tears away.
Tell me, "Everything will be alright".
Please, come back to me.
Come back to me and make the pain go away.
Do not leave me alone any longer.
Do not let me suffer any more.
I want you.
I need You.
Come back, father.
Come back.
Heal my wounded soul.
Mend my broken heart.
Fill me with Thy love.
Take the pain away.
For i cannot bear it much longer.
The hurt cuts too deep.
The tears submerge me in sorrow.
The anguish eats at my soul.
All joy seems to fade away . . .
as i realize i'm alone.
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She won't be here tomorrow.
In this world,
there are two kinds of people.
Those who see,
and those who feel.
She is beautiful.
She is too beautiful.
But I wouldn't dare to say.
She has heard it all before.
She already lived it all before.
Yes, I know.
She is beautiful.
And she has the power.
You would not resist.
You will say: "Who is that one?"
I will say: "I don't know!"
It's better that way.
Because she is beautiful,
but she cries.
She always cries.
It's what her smile says.
She had problems.
She has problems.
But for now,
she just wanna burn this place.
Her world is not here.
Not with these people.
She deserves something better
and sh
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insomnia.
and you're the reason
i spend these nights believing
that my heartbeat is
another monster
breathing under the bed and
just something else i
am supposed to fear.
and maybe we're both crazy
but i was never
meant to be like you,
because there are nights when i
speak to the shadows
and call them your name,
as if they are nothing else -
and maybe they aren't.
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These words are just a forgotten memory.
Sometimes I forget how to speak.
Today I remembered.
Tomorrow will start all over again.
Sometimes I forget how to speak.
Today I remembered.
Tomorrow will start all over again.
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I love this, it feels just right