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My life is flashing before my eyes
As I'm sent flying through the air
I attempt to brace myself for impact
But my body refuses to respond
It's frightening to feel so broken
Blood flows like a river from my side
There is no way I could have escaped
But that isn't what hurts most
The ones I love fill my thoughts
They drift amongst lances of pain
Watching as my body hits the ground
Crying as I cry tears of my own
This reality tastes so bitter upon my lips
All I can do is hope and pray
People rush towards my helpless body
And stare down at me with varying emotions
Suddenly I'm alone staring into the darkness
It takes everything I have not to disappear
A flickering candle burns in my heart
Maybe if I fight I can burn for those I love
As I'm sent flying through the air
I attempt to brace myself for impact
But my body refuses to respond
It's frightening to feel so broken
Blood flows like a river from my side
There is no way I could have escaped
But that isn't what hurts most
The ones I love fill my thoughts
They drift amongst lances of pain
Watching as my body hits the ground
Crying as I cry tears of my own
This reality tastes so bitter upon my lips
All I can do is hope and pray
People rush towards my helpless body
And stare down at me with varying emotions
Suddenly I'm alone staring into the darkness
It takes everything I have not to disappear
A flickering candle burns in my heart
Maybe if I fight I can burn for those I love
Literature
The Death Within Life
Raging Seas
Dark skies
Endless tears
Cold fires
That is what life is.
No fairy godmothers
or knights in shining armor.
Only witches and cauldrons
recipes for disaster.
There are no three wishes
or steeds that fly.
No hero, no powers,
certainly no rewinds.
Life is but time
flowing forward.
Spent by little moments
we call ours.
It is never enough,
not once.
Fragments engraved
they're left to remain.
Not even our mind, our knowledge
can prolong our hours.
To live them as they come
seconds remembered, never forgotten.
To let them pass
by our envy and our pride.
No wonder we are fools
both then and now.
Not one of us
Literature
Something You Couldn't Stop
Sometimes when it's very dark, sometimes when the air becomes infected with deadly silence, sometimes when all I can feel is coldness and pain and sometimes when life seems to solidify into uncaring concrete, I hear your voice. Just yours, whispering into my ear.
And you only ever say two words.
"Carry on."
This murmur in my ear allows some light to filter in through the darkness, it shatters the silence, melts the ice, soothes away bitter pain and brings softness back into my world. Only these words are never true, they sound in my head but never in my ears. Because
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Promise Me
If I tied you to a tree
Told you to stay if you love me
Would I some day return to see
Your skeleton still there for me
Or would you be like everybody
And just abandon me?
If I beat you, almost to death
But then nursed you back to health
Would you love me like your breath
Or view me as the theft to your soul wealth?
If I tied you to a tree
Begged you to never leave me
Would you still try to get free
Never wanting to be near me
Or would you wait and see
If you're the one for me?
If I broke your bones,
Struck you with stones,
Then left you alone,
Would your heart still be my home?
If I tied you to a tree
Commanded you to wa
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I've spent time in the past wondering what it would be like to be hit by a vehicle. I've wondered about what I've written here before. To be fair, I wasn't in the best of places back then. But then again, I'm not in the best of places now either. I thought about this on my way home from work, and it's been seared into my mind since. I can't help but wonder. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to die any time soon. But.. I'm curious.
This poem is pretty straightforward. It describes someone who's been hit by a vehicle and sent flying. It describes the thoughts, the feelings. It hits me hard, and it's very emotional.
It's hard to like something like this, but I hope whoever reads it can appreciate it at the very least.
This poem is pretty straightforward. It describes someone who's been hit by a vehicle and sent flying. It describes the thoughts, the feelings. It hits me hard, and it's very emotional.
It's hard to like something like this, but I hope whoever reads it can appreciate it at the very least.
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Knowing this feeling personally. Yah, you hit the emotions and such like pretty good. It's chaos, but you are not exactly a part of it....because you are just in a whole other state of mind. Obviously I didn't pass away. The outta body experience was there.