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i may be young,
but my soul feels
old and creased and monochrome.
i have those days
and weeks and months
where nothing seems to make a circle.
everything has corners;
everything has points;
everything ends.
i wish i could be a bird.
i go to the rooftop and
stare at the ground and
think "i will leap;
i will leap and fly,
and i will be a bird,
i will be a bird."
and then i remember
i'm terrified of heights.
so i cry.
i step away from the ledge
and i cry vigorously,
violently and ferociously.
eventually the tears dry up,
and there's nothing left to do.
one day i was telling you
all of my secrets.
and they were no longer
my secrets.
they were ours.
my emotions were spread out
between us
like paint in a Pollock piece,
and i trusted you like Pollock
trusted his sticks.
and if the universe
ever chose to wear a jacket,
it'd be the white of stars,
and the blue of the night sky,
and the red of ichor,
because everyone bleeds.
but my soul feels
old and creased and monochrome.
i have those days
and weeks and months
where nothing seems to make a circle.
everything has corners;
everything has points;
everything ends.
i wish i could be a bird.
i go to the rooftop and
stare at the ground and
think "i will leap;
i will leap and fly,
and i will be a bird,
i will be a bird."
and then i remember
i'm terrified of heights.
so i cry.
i step away from the ledge
and i cry vigorously,
violently and ferociously.
eventually the tears dry up,
and there's nothing left to do.
one day i was telling you
all of my secrets.
and they were no longer
my secrets.
they were ours.
my emotions were spread out
between us
like paint in a Pollock piece,
and i trusted you like Pollock
trusted his sticks.
and if the universe
ever chose to wear a jacket,
it'd be the white of stars,
and the blue of the night sky,
and the red of ichor,
because everyone bleeds.
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Literature
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i want us to have a summer romance
just like we're fifteen
and not giving a damn
about the rest of the world
sneaking out, staying up late
making out, making love
counting stars, counting your freckles
sleeping in your bed, waking up to your smile
i find this place in my dreams
i just want it to be reality
but that's near impossible
when you're so far away
Literature
15 rainbow
rainbow bracelets
decorate her arm
hiding the scars
from years of self harm
clad in rainbow
from head to toe
he's not afraid
to let them know
we smile and march
with our rainbow pride
fighting for those
who still have to hide
Literature
Lotus
She can't know
Not yet
It's still too new to me.
I don't think she'd like me anyway.
I'm not her type.
Too normal
Too plain
Too dull
Only one attractive trait
My expressive blue eyes.
She is gifted with so many.
A goddess amongst ants
The sun envies her hair.
Bright and streaming like rays of sunlight.
Her eyes rival the ocean.
They change from soft blue
To dark, murderous rage
She glides through air
Every step is a dance
Every movement is beautiful
Her voice radiates
To my very core
Each breath is a song
That brings life to all who listen
Her very existence is a gift to all who meet her
She will listen no matter the
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fuck you, dA.
i've had to submit this six fucking times.
i've had to submit this six fucking times.
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i have those days
and weeks and months
where nothing seems to make a circle.
everything has corners;
everything has points;
everything ends.
i love this, especially that part and the end.
and weeks and months
where nothing seems to make a circle.
everything has corners;
everything has points;
everything ends.
i love this, especially that part and the end.