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Cast a glance, to the girl I used to be,
The one who feared the night, and wandered
Into open arms, of villains and mad men.
Because, then at least she felt alive.
She wrapped her fingers in the silk,
Of another love, one that fed from
Anger and sugar baby lies,
Cast a glance to the girl I used to be;
The one with dried iron in her hair,
Bloodied lips and sallow skin,
She the girl with a little sister,
Who walks the night, and shivers
More from withdrawal than ice.
Cast a glance, to the girl I used to be,
The one with sea salt waves, and frosted skin,
Who sat at her fathers grave, til winter came to pass.
The girl who hated noise, and blew out her ear drums,
To relinquish the hold, you had on her.
Cast a glance to the girl I used to be,
Can you be sure, she's no longer me.
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Smoke
Silhouettes stained the sidewalk;
They're right under the surface.
Focus lost on the sick site,
While fire leaks out the headlights.
Colors streaming the dark.
They always could get by
Dreaming back to the start.
You act just like a nurse;
Burning needles.
No, we're not gonna reverse;
Turning riddles.
Plastic melts panic in pills as
Wireless brains recoil.
Infected eyes look to paralyze;
Let the maggots eat you alive.
Skull ridden with good times.
We'll bake in the sunlight
And try to mirror this life.
You act just like a nurse;
Burning needles.
No, we're not gonna reverse;
Turning riddles.
Somethi
Literature
Visionary
Sit straight.
and chew your food 20 times.
chew it firmly, in the name of goodness.
chew it proper, like you know it matters.
like men of old
men of character.
you aspire character, do you not?
then let mommy see those jaws work.
everything good in this world comes from real work.
and there is no kind like the hard kind.
working is necessary.
it is necessary for something.
you might not know for what
and you do not need to.
for necessity is good
in itself.
you hear?
necessity is virtuous.
if it weren't for necessities
we would all be poets
poets and painters.
hah! Imagine that
a world filled with painters..
.
now, I didn't want to be a p
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Dangerous
I thought that maybe if I could push you far enough away,
Maybe I could have saved you from me,
& Maybe it wouldn't have ended like it did,
With broken hearts and broken bottles laying at our feet.
I thought that maybe if I could get you to hate me,
Maybe then, I could save you.
I thought that maybe if you didn't love me anymore,
Things would get better for you.
I never thought I'd miss you this much,
I never thought that I'd hurt you this much,
& I never thought that this would hurt me, too.
I never thought it would hurt this much,
But I have to do what I have to do,
And that means, baby, I can't have you.
I'm dangerou
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