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Dancer in my mind
You used to dance so beautifully
What happened?
You now spend your days sitting there
Dismantling my life
Why can’t you just stop?
Let things go back to how they were?
Well, I can’t handle you anymore
Destroying me from within
So I am telling you now
Today is the day I let you go
Go dance your magical dance
Somewhere other than here
For you are no longer welcome
Goodbye, dear Dancer
Live Joyously with someone else
You used to dance so beautifully
What happened?
You now spend your days sitting there
Dismantling my life
Why can’t you just stop?
Let things go back to how they were?
Well, I can’t handle you anymore
Destroying me from within
So I am telling you now
Today is the day I let you go
Go dance your magical dance
Somewhere other than here
For you are no longer welcome
Goodbye, dear Dancer
Live Joyously with someone else
Literature
I am
I am.
I am the shadows of a supernovaed sun
The air of a deep lagoon
The speckles of dust caught in space
Your hair after inescapable sex
I am the love
you fear
and the hate
you crave
and the innocence of a voice that whispers
kill
save
love
eat
sleep
I am the darkness
I am that darkness
I am the light
And you are the shadow
Shadow of a broken moon swept up by dying things
Harvesting fragments of a fallen celestial being
once called goddess
once loved and adorned
now lying on the wayside
waiting to be collected
by the shadows of her past
I am your past
I am your future
And I am tired
Of your desire
to not be present.
Literature
Signifying nothing
I.
I have crumpled pieces of paper, collected from corners in my mind
I have notes, and words and terrible troubles, all unwritten on a blank
piece of paper
Typed with no hands
Sung with no voice
Said with no words
And yet I have this, still: silence.
The echo of eclecticism, of a vast void of words, signifying nothing
and everything.
You.
You have these cast out watery words which you read from my post-its
You have these notes, my words and wonderings, all written, right here
on your screen
Typed with these hollow hands
Sung with a volume-less voice
Said with the only words I know how not to speak.
Do you hear them howling in the dark?
Literature
Things I Used To Have
I used to have a home
But it was a dungeon of my parents' making
Now I have broken free and can fly
I found a true home in another's arms
I used to be an only child
Now I have five younger ones
All looking up to me to guidance
But all I can give them is love and be an example
I used to have a big brother
We weren't blood but that never mattered
But a cavern opened up between us
And life carried us on our own paths
I used to have an empty heart
But despite my deepest fears
I found someone who fills it overflowing
And who treasures it and keeps it safe
I used to be afraid
So many things plagued me
But slowly I am conquering
And I will live my l
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Oh... kind of wonderful...