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I miss you when you're not around
Life moves so slow when you're away
A weight drags my emotions down
Even the sun slowly turns grey
You're my addiction and I need you daily
Things fall apart when you're not near
And while I'm strong enough to keep moving
These feelings never disappear
Connecting to you warms my heart
It stokes the flames that burn inside
Striking the match doesn't take long
You always open my eyes wide
This is something that I cannot help
I've grown emotionally dependent
Feeling close to you is what I crave
You make the world feel so resplendent
When you're close to me it feels so right
My days always feel wrong without you
I'm incomplete when we're apart
But your love always gets me through
Life moves so slow when you're away
A weight drags my emotions down
Even the sun slowly turns grey
You're my addiction and I need you daily
Things fall apart when you're not near
And while I'm strong enough to keep moving
These feelings never disappear
Connecting to you warms my heart
It stokes the flames that burn inside
Striking the match doesn't take long
You always open my eyes wide
This is something that I cannot help
I've grown emotionally dependent
Feeling close to you is what I crave
You make the world feel so resplendent
When you're close to me it feels so right
My days always feel wrong without you
I'm incomplete when we're apart
But your love always gets me through
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
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
Literature
One Left
xi.
I saved all my best words
for you.
(You deserve so much more.)
x.
You were angry
before I could have a chance to explain.
Had you stayed, I could have told you;
I only meant that you were a puzzle.
(I just can't figure you out.)
ix.
You've been where I have,
but you were never in this deep.
Or at least you never told me about it.
(So please;
don't pretend to understand.)
viii.
I write about space
to fill it with all the stars
you never look at.
(Stop watching your feet when you walk.)
vii.
If I'm holding too tightly,
it's only because I'm afraid.
(Everyone leaves.)
vi.
It's a cliche;
but it's not me.
It reall
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I felt really odd earlier today. I felt really neutral and indifferent. I felt like something was missing, and it weighed me down and made me feel sad for a while. It took me a while to figure out just what it was, and the answer didn't really surprise me. When you find someone who you're so deeply connected to.. you miss them. I already knew that I'm emotionally dependent, but that's what the feeling came down to. The desire to connect, the missing of that person.
That's what I decided to write about this time around. The poem itself took me much longer then it should have, but I've been distracted by various other things these last couple hours as well. Oh well.. I like how it turned out, and it's probably best that I took my time anyways.
I hope you like it.
That's what I decided to write about this time around. The poem itself took me much longer then it should have, but I've been distracted by various other things these last couple hours as well. Oh well.. I like how it turned out, and it's probably best that I took my time anyways.
I hope you like it.
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.. and you did it so well...
painful moments don't last forever - but happiness does!
I do like it.
painful moments don't last forever - but happiness does!
I do like it.