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I'm too young to feel this way
To feel torn apart
Like I've lost my way
I'm too young to feel so hopeless
Like a bird astray
So, so restless
I'm too young to feel so tired of life
So worthless
I don't want to deal with strife
I am just a teenager
With seventeen years to my name
But I feel like a salvager
Collecting ashes after being set aflame
Aflame with what?
I do not know
A burning passion, a dream?
I think not
I'm too scared of fire
I'm a coward
A fear of desire
And what it will bring
I want to dance
I want to sing
I want to talk
I want to draw
It's not a roaring flame
But it's just as raw
Just as powerful
A steady simmer
A slow roast
It will stay inside
My apathetic ghost
Until I'm older
And ready to come outside
To feel torn apart
Like I've lost my way
I'm too young to feel so hopeless
Like a bird astray
So, so restless
I'm too young to feel so tired of life
So worthless
I don't want to deal with strife
I am just a teenager
With seventeen years to my name
But I feel like a salvager
Collecting ashes after being set aflame
Aflame with what?
I do not know
A burning passion, a dream?
I think not
I'm too scared of fire
I'm a coward
A fear of desire
And what it will bring
I want to dance
I want to sing
I want to talk
I want to draw
It's not a roaring flame
But it's just as raw
Just as powerful
A steady simmer
A slow roast
It will stay inside
My apathetic ghost
Until I'm older
And ready to come outside
Literature
butterflied
it is a snake
coiled in my stomach,
the urge to vomit
everything inside of me, to purge
all the toxic not-
good-enoughs. to retell
the same story and expect
a different ending is
the dysfunction that landed
us in here. I'm sorry
I don't follow you into
your dreams at night. I'm sorry
my smile is not the moon,
I'm sorry I did anything
to make you notice
me at all. no finger
down the throat could ever
take that
away.
Literature
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I want to be the cigarette coerced against your lips
Inhale me deeply so I can return to the cavern of your chest
Tainting your heart and making it love me again
I depart blissfully through your lips as I kiss them with my toxicity
Spelling your name in wisps of smoke
Let her taste me on your tongue and your clothes and let her coldly resent you for it
You cannot quit me
I rest in your veins
Where I belong
Literature
moonshines in georgia
man on the moon:
giddy with lumps of north georgia seas
greased on the crease of my lips
gravity drips from crescent couch-cavities
when tides belch from below --
burst on the water's edge,
earth's bourbon sailors retch in moonshined ripples
trickled blue murder on their crinkled crimes;
raking water wrinkles like a wayward drunk
stuck on sunken bootleggin' dreams.
it's been a long, long time
since I've drowned your hemisphere
for fishing like a moon-raker,
swishing my bait-lines with tobacco
squished in your shallow gums
as you dare to down my air
breathing in this sincere georgia night.
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