ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Color your mind with my earnest
words and steely determination.
Then darken your soy coffee with
your own doubt and its hesitation.
As soon as worry sucks the wind
out of my sails, the hope I have
each day dissolves in my mouth,
or falls in a void with no way out.
It tends to get trapped in there.
It doesn't get either of us anywhere.
But no matter what makes this the hardest way,
"I give up" is not what my heart wants to say.
And it hasn't turned out to be
the wisest part of my anatomy,
But it's all I have to offer.
My feelings never changed.
After all the time that has lapsed,
and all that's been said and done,
It's just you, you're the only one
My mind recalls when I laugh.
My tears recall when I'm sad.
My mouth recalls when I smile.
My arms held, if only for a short while.
I know you're terrified of a close connection.
I'm doing my best to respect your limitations.
Sometimes hurt forgets, subverts understanding.
You're not the only one who feels sad and lonely.
As soon as the ghost sucks wind
out of my sails, the love I want to
express gets thwarted by sick doubt;
it falls into the void with no way out.
It gets stuck in the dark there.
It gets me absolutely nowhere.
But no matter what makes this the frustrating way,
"I give up" is not what stubbornness wants to say.
My heart hasn't turned out to be
the wisest part of my anatomy.
But it's all I have to offer.
My feelings never changed.
After the nerves that've been undone,
What we've said and what we've done,
It's just you, you're still the only one
My humor wants to share when I laugh.
My tears want to turn to when I'm sad.
My lips want to kiss when I feel like this.
My arms want to hold when I start to fall apart.
My fear wants to sprint to when my mind is dark.
My heart hasn't exactly turned out to be,
the wisest part of my screwed up anatomy.
But it's what I'm willing to provide.
If you want me, I'll stay by your side.
words and steely determination.
Then darken your soy coffee with
your own doubt and its hesitation.
As soon as worry sucks the wind
out of my sails, the hope I have
each day dissolves in my mouth,
or falls in a void with no way out.
It tends to get trapped in there.
It doesn't get either of us anywhere.
But no matter what makes this the hardest way,
"I give up" is not what my heart wants to say.
And it hasn't turned out to be
the wisest part of my anatomy,
But it's all I have to offer.
My feelings never changed.
After all the time that has lapsed,
and all that's been said and done,
It's just you, you're the only one
My mind recalls when I laugh.
My tears recall when I'm sad.
My mouth recalls when I smile.
My arms held, if only for a short while.
I know you're terrified of a close connection.
I'm doing my best to respect your limitations.
Sometimes hurt forgets, subverts understanding.
You're not the only one who feels sad and lonely.
As soon as the ghost sucks wind
out of my sails, the love I want to
express gets thwarted by sick doubt;
it falls into the void with no way out.
It gets stuck in the dark there.
It gets me absolutely nowhere.
But no matter what makes this the frustrating way,
"I give up" is not what stubbornness wants to say.
My heart hasn't turned out to be
the wisest part of my anatomy.
But it's all I have to offer.
My feelings never changed.
After the nerves that've been undone,
What we've said and what we've done,
It's just you, you're still the only one
My humor wants to share when I laugh.
My tears want to turn to when I'm sad.
My lips want to kiss when I feel like this.
My arms want to hold when I start to fall apart.
My fear wants to sprint to when my mind is dark.
My heart hasn't exactly turned out to be,
the wisest part of my screwed up anatomy.
But it's what I'm willing to provide.
If you want me, I'll stay by your side.
Literature
Windows
Such a small little girl, with the biggest heart I've ever known. She doesn't quite understand everything that's going on. It takes all the strength I have not to let her see me cry, so I'm glad for the cover of night. She's in the back seat as we drive, her face towards the waxing moon.
"Mommy..."
She waits for me to say, "What, baby?"
And then again she waits for a moment before asking, "Is daddy coming too?"
The crushing weight of the answer takes the breath out of my lungs.
"No, baby. Daddy and mommy can't live together anymore."
It's history repeating. Only she's younger. And my own mother had left me in silence. For a second, I fe
Literature
Straight Ahead
In keeping with the adage that says,
life is a road,
being in love is a little like watching someone walk away
and naively,
innately,
trusting that they will return.
Being loved,
and loving someone back,
is doing the hard thing
and never,
ever,
turning around.
Because being in love
means,
shouldering the burden of knowing
that the road ahead
is so very dangerous,
and not being cruel enough,
to let the other know.
Literature
Melancholy trees
An overwhelming torrent of emotions flooded my mind.
Indescribable events turn happiness into melancholy.
A bed of roses for you, ascending to the land of the deity's, the human cage no longer bounds your soul.
Memories proceed you, one truly inspired because of you, is myself. Ways you showed, the old tools of the trade, intellect and brain.
The bound may exist for the body, but never exists for memories or souls, for they are but the souls possession alone.
Eternal slumber greets you with a welcome smile, and the promise of peace.
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
© 2014 - 2024 backasswardsK
Comments3
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
What a gorgeous piece. I sought something like this, to relate to and this, which was the first one I really read, was spot on my feeligs right now. Well done.