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I could shower under your crying eyes.
And you were ever swimming in my lies.
You were by far the best I could ever get,
But I just drowned you in all of my debt.
You ducked under every single wave,
Yet I fell short of everything you gave.
I never stayed, I was always going,
I bottled up yet you were overflowing.
Taking water we were going under,
I didn't save you, I stole your thunder.
I wasn't worth the dirt under your shoe,
I don't think I did a single thing for you.
I pushed you, I broke you beyond repair,
No matter what, you were always there.
You could have had the world and more,
Yet somehow it was me that you adored.
And when at last my life was to cease,
I was denied of my final bitter release.
I survived through your martyred death,
You saved me with your dying breath.
Now you're gone and I'm all alone,
If home is heart then I have no home.
You linger at every single place I see,
You are in everything still yet to be.
So I try to walk the life you'd lead,
I'm reminded every time I bleed.
I try to change the world like you said,
You should be alive, I should be dead.
I don't think I can do this on my own,
Because every day it cuts to the bone.
But I soldier on in your memory,
It's all I can do to set you free.
Every day I push harder for you,
And I won't stop until I'm through.
You were the only one who gave a damn,
Now it's not easy being my own Superman.
I can't understand why I threw you away,
You were always the better hero every day.
I survived through your martyred death,
You saved me with your dying breath.
And you were ever swimming in my lies.
You were by far the best I could ever get,
But I just drowned you in all of my debt.
You ducked under every single wave,
Yet I fell short of everything you gave.
I never stayed, I was always going,
I bottled up yet you were overflowing.
Taking water we were going under,
I didn't save you, I stole your thunder.
I wasn't worth the dirt under your shoe,
I don't think I did a single thing for you.
I pushed you, I broke you beyond repair,
No matter what, you were always there.
You could have had the world and more,
Yet somehow it was me that you adored.
And when at last my life was to cease,
I was denied of my final bitter release.
I survived through your martyred death,
You saved me with your dying breath.
Now you're gone and I'm all alone,
If home is heart then I have no home.
You linger at every single place I see,
You are in everything still yet to be.
So I try to walk the life you'd lead,
I'm reminded every time I bleed.
I try to change the world like you said,
You should be alive, I should be dead.
I don't think I can do this on my own,
Because every day it cuts to the bone.
But I soldier on in your memory,
It's all I can do to set you free.
Every day I push harder for you,
And I won't stop until I'm through.
You were the only one who gave a damn,
Now it's not easy being my own Superman.
I can't understand why I threw you away,
You were always the better hero every day.
I survived through your martyred death,
You saved me with your dying breath.
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FOUND (New Earth) Ch. 10
“And what were you feeling when you pushed her?” Carol, my new therapist therapist, asked once again. I wasn’t originally supposed to have a therapy session until the end of the week, however, now that my schedule was free, due to my suspension, Thomas and Blue moved the session to today. Carol was a petite human woman, almost as short as me. She had jet black hair, almond shaped eyes, and incredibly pale skin. We’d been in the session for almost an hour, and I don’t feel like it's helping. Carol is looking for something to be wrong with me, I just know it. I don’t need some therapist to show up and tell me that I’m broken. I know I’m broken. I’ve lived broken all these years, and it’s been totally fine. “I don’t know,” I replied, because I didn’t want to tell her that I’d felt blind fury when Parisa had the nerve to make fun of me. “Do you think you were getting physical to express yourself? If you were, that would make great sense,” “No… I really only express myself through
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The Heart That Beats (Poem)
The Heart That Beats By J.C. Solis Within a lone heart beating with passion That moves forward in urge to take action The heart that craves what the world has to give So long as said heart has the will to live The passion inside, what our hearts now feel That makes all these moments feel much more real The urge to move on, the Hope we carry Will give us strength without urge to tarry The Heart That Beats strong and wants to live well And rise from the pit of sorrow it fell I wish to live on, I wish to now see The beauty of life, and what I can be But for now, I rest with aches and with pains My passion for life has far yet from waned…
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I got to call you mentor (got to call you friend)
hold on to what they gave you hold on to how you've grown go on show how they came through go on and make it known I got to call you mentor I got to call you friend the latter always meant more that was until the end I see the blessings of both I hold them true to heart aware of all of the growth of which you've been a part I got to call you mentor I got to call you friend the latter always meant more that was until the end hold on to what they gave you hold on to how you've grown go on show how they came through go on and make it known I got to call you mentor I got to call you friend the former wasn't meant for such paths to reach an end their reach has been extended just like the latter too far further than intended it's just what teachers do I got to call you mentor I got to call you friend the former wasn't meant for such paths to reach an end hold on to what they gave you hold on to how you've grown go on show how they came through go on and make it known I got to call you
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I was inspired to make up for the days I've missed...I started writing and couldn't stop. I'm sorry it's long but I think it was worth it in the end. I am very happy with this poem...even though it is sad.
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Wow I was looking for sad writing for inspiration and this made me cry