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I can see the sunset fading slowly
Darkness is slowly creeping in
The ocean breeze is picking up a bit
And I feel a longing within
Worst of all I'm sitting here alone
Beneath this slowly bleeding sky
Looking out into the distance
This loneliness I can't deny
Over time this feeling has worsened
I've come out here to find some peace
Only to find it can't be found
I'm still craving that missing piece
It's beautiful out here in the darkness
Shining stars provide some light
Perhaps you're waiting on the moon
Waiting to see my heart take flight
Maybe I won't be getting an answer
There is no way to know for sure
My heart keeps wondering where you are
Because being alone is such torture
Darkness is slowly creeping in
The ocean breeze is picking up a bit
And I feel a longing within
Worst of all I'm sitting here alone
Beneath this slowly bleeding sky
Looking out into the distance
This loneliness I can't deny
Over time this feeling has worsened
I've come out here to find some peace
Only to find it can't be found
I'm still craving that missing piece
It's beautiful out here in the darkness
Shining stars provide some light
Perhaps you're waiting on the moon
Waiting to see my heart take flight
Maybe I won't be getting an answer
There is no way to know for sure
My heart keeps wondering where you are
Because being alone is such torture
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
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
Dying so Young
You open your eyes and look at me
I stare back at you helplessly
You look so pale and weak
As you lie on this hospital bed
A huge white bandage covers your tiny little head
You reach for my hand and hold it tight
And all of my strength washes away
As tears fill my eyes
I try to hold them back but it's no use
They fall down my cheek
I know you're dying and there's nothing I can do
You're my best friend, without you there's no reason to go on.
You release my hand and wipe my tears
You smile with your pale white lips
"Don't cry" You say
I hold your hand and
I close my eyes shut for a while.
Then your hands start to lose its grip
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I wanted to run with the title "Where Are You?" and see what I could come up with, and this is the end result. It's just as well really, as I've felt this way lately. It's not how I thought the poem would end up, but it's not a bad result either. It's rich with emotion, yet calm and somewhat somber. I like it.
I hope you enjoy reading it.
I hope you enjoy reading it.
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You're right; the emotions are plain to see, but it feels peaceful, almost resigned. I enjoyed it