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Fragments
The small glimpses of life
Sparkling across your eyes
Those reflections of wonder
Can brighten the worst day
The tiniest fragment of hope
This is just what I can see
When I gaze unto your face
A canvas of pure perfaction
All Sculpted so beautifully
Textured and tinted flawlessly
Behind those two orbs of life
Gently nestled upon your face
Does lie a soul of innocence
Guilded with the utmost warmth
Set carfeully into an open heart
But I am held back from you
By a barrier of repulsion
This invisible wall of disgust
My unpleasant, unworthy form
Is turned away from the gates
Lost in this realm of exile
Outside of your boundaries
Only looking blankly inside
At the beauty that lies within
Feeding of every passing glance
It is all I can hope for now
Another pathetic dream crushed
How did allow the thoughts in
My mind was easily influenced
By your overwhelming kindness
The radius of the wall increased
I'm forced even further away
You want to silence my feelings
My affection is only an insult
To be ignored and destroyed
I no longer know what to think
The only person to trap my heart
Is disgusted at their catch
You're trying to kill my soul
So you won't catch me again
The fragments are getting smaller
The distance is ever growing
The pain is becoming much worse
The tiny evapourating moments
The only time we spend together
The small glimpses of life
Sparkling across your eyes
Those reflections of wonder
Can brighten the worst day
The tiniest fragment of hope
This is just what I can see
When I gaze unto your face
A canvas of pure perfaction
All Sculpted so beautifully
Textured and tinted flawlessly
Behind those two orbs of life
Gently nestled upon your face
Does lie a soul of innocence
Guilded with the utmost warmth
Set carfeully into an open heart
But I am held back from you
By a barrier of repulsion
This invisible wall of disgust
My unpleasant, unworthy form
Is turned away from the gates
Lost in this realm of exile
Outside of your boundaries
Only looking blankly inside
At the beauty that lies within
Feeding of every passing glance
It is all I can hope for now
Another pathetic dream crushed
How did allow the thoughts in
My mind was easily influenced
By your overwhelming kindness
The radius of the wall increased
I'm forced even further away
You want to silence my feelings
My affection is only an insult
To be ignored and destroyed
I no longer know what to think
The only person to trap my heart
Is disgusted at their catch
You're trying to kill my soul
So you won't catch me again
The fragments are getting smaller
The distance is ever growing
The pain is becoming much worse
The tiny evapourating moments
The only time we spend together
Literature
Conventional Tragedies
Her mother was a sphinx, she was her favorite riddle,
her father played lullabies on Lucifer's fiddle.
Her facade was a doll, with a torn out pull string,
she lost it in a battle with an innerspring.
Her hopes were static ivy that crackled so high,
white noise never failed in making her cry.
Her belly was a bird cage that was empty inside,
she buried the song in her mind when it died.
Her skin was a roadmap of savage tattoos,
and bruised evil eyes inked in with voodoo.
Her hair was a tangle of fate 'round her head,
so she cut it off madly, and colored it red.
Her heart was a temple, without any worship,
'till spiders replaced lov
Literature
A Fool
I never thought I would be here, in this position.
I never thought that I would let this happen to me.
I thought I was better than that.
I believed you.
You seemed so perfect.
Everything about you was exhilarating.
Flawless.
I believed you.
I would not listen to the warnings.
They did not know you like I did.
They were erroneous.
I believed you.
You have taken all I have.
Everything valuable to me is gone.
I just cannot the fact that
I believed you.
Literature
Mistakes
Why am I constantly hiding?
Surrounded by screams that pierce the soul,
Leaving me in tears...
Why do these innocent mistakes come back and haunt me?
Something so minor,
Having such a consequence...
Why am I always the victim?
Do I stick out in some horrific way,
That I need to be abused...
Why do I feel sympathy for those who continually hurt me?
Always shooting me down,
But I defend them...
Why has no one freed me from this prison?
Is this what I deserve,
To feel this way...
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After rehearsal yesterday things were looking better, but in the dreary day-after reality the concept of life slowly descended into the murky depths of the traditional misery. As the weekly cycle had reached it's peak and was now declining to the generic base line.
I came to release the events of a Wednesday evening were only fragments of a misery-free existence given the people I'm around. But their tolerance is only in the sporadic time in which we coexist in the same building. When online communications have slumped to non-existent, it does convey a degree of exile from them and of course one individual.
But to the writing in hand - which is based on the irritating cycle which only peaks for a few hours out of a whole week. But this one was surprisingly quick to write - looking at 15 minutes which has to be the fastest one on record.
I came to release the events of a Wednesday evening were only fragments of a misery-free existence given the people I'm around. But their tolerance is only in the sporadic time in which we coexist in the same building. When online communications have slumped to non-existent, it does convey a degree of exile from them and of course one individual.
But to the writing in hand - which is based on the irritating cycle which only peaks for a few hours out of a whole week. But this one was surprisingly quick to write - looking at 15 minutes which has to be the fastest one on record.
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beautiful poem