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One for the things
I'm too nervous to say.
Two for the nightmares
That won't go away.
Three for the fears
That still manage to win.
Four for the people
I won't see again.
Five for the boy
I was hiding behind.
Six for the girl
I can't get off my mind.
Seven for the panic
Still stuck in my head.
Eight for the things
I should never have said.
Nine for the voices
That come late at night.
Ten for the lie
That I'm really alright.
Pen-scratch hopes and ink-winged lies
Because I always kill my butterflies.
I'm too nervous to say.
Two for the nightmares
That won't go away.
Three for the fears
That still manage to win.
Four for the people
I won't see again.
Five for the boy
I was hiding behind.
Six for the girl
I can't get off my mind.
Seven for the panic
Still stuck in my head.
Eight for the things
I should never have said.
Nine for the voices
That come late at night.
Ten for the lie
That I'm really alright.
Pen-scratch hopes and ink-winged lies
Because I always kill my butterflies.
Literature
reality?
You want me to save
The person you all see;
I'm dying to save
The girl I'll never be.
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cry for...
cry for...
the girl who sees fat
in all the wrong places
and wishes for a way
to eliminate it quickly
the boy who strayed
popping pills like candy
nearly drowning in sorrow
and creating a single red line
the girl who feels deformed
no matter what you see in her
how lovely she truly is
she's convinced it's all lies
the boy who has to hide himself
and holds more secrets than you know
but let's me see inside his heart
and stays strong for us both
the girl who just wants love
but keeps doing it the wrong way
she may not see it but i can
and she needs help before it's too late
cry for us, strangers to you
but not to others
Literature
nine reasons why you should
nine reasons why you should never love a poet:
one.
we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and
'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know
you don't mean it.
and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much
we love those poisonous lies.
two.
and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to
answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that
even if our bones are shattering inside of us and
our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through.
three.
because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that,
when we're all alone,
it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence:
things that haun
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tl;dr/linkophobic: One butterfly for every time you want to cut, if you do it, the butterfly dies.
A new poem about an old me.
Does this need a mature content warning? I'm never sure.
(I wanted an excuse to try writing in rhymes, something I've always been terrible at, and this seemed like a good one. While it's definitely not my forte, I honestly think I've gotten better since the last time I tried, which isn't something I can say very often.)
tl;dr/linkophobic: One butterfly for every time you want to cut, if you do it, the butterfly dies.
A new poem about an old me.
Does this need a mature content warning? I'm never sure.
(I wanted an excuse to try writing in rhymes, something I've always been terrible at, and this seemed like a good one. While it's definitely not my forte, I honestly think I've gotten better since the last time I tried, which isn't something I can say very often.)
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the ending hits hard and I really like that.
this is very good.
this is very good.