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Invisible
They are all around me,
Yet I\'m invisible to them.
They walk so close by me,
Yet I remain in the woid.
They willingly ignore me,
Not wanting to lower their image.
They appear to be so perfect,
Yet inside they are flawed.
They don\'t understand me,
No matter how hard I try.
All I want to do is be seen,
To be accepted by someone.
Yet no one will accept me,
I am nothing but a lowlife.
They won\'t allow me in,
even though all I ever wanted,
was to be seen...
They are all around me,
Yet I\'m invisible to them.
They walk so close by me,
Yet I remain in the woid.
They willingly ignore me,
Not wanting to lower their image.
They appear to be so perfect,
Yet inside they are flawed.
They don\'t understand me,
No matter how hard I try.
All I want to do is be seen,
To be accepted by someone.
Yet no one will accept me,
I am nothing but a lowlife.
They won\'t allow me in,
even though all I ever wanted,
was to be seen...
Literature
Heartbreak
Something inside me is hurting...
...I think it's where my heart should be
But...
Of course it's not there anymore....
Because you took it away from me
It hurts so much now
The growing pains will not stop...
It hurts so much that my head is spinning like a top...
Only you can stop the pain...
I demand you to...
Stop the pain
Make it stop
Stop the pain
Or I will drop....
Dead on the floor...
With no heart at all
Dead on the floor...
You'll be the reason of my fall...
Literature
Heartbreak
It's sad I have nothing left to live for
It's pathetic I have nothing left to die for
All I wanted was you in my arms
All I got was a heartbreak
Another day passes by
Still my wound troubles
Still I wear a false smile
Another year will pass by
And will I be healed then?
Never to feel your flesh against mine
Never to have your soft embrace
Never again to feel your weight on my leg
I wanted to say I belived the lie
I still want to say the truth
There was no truth
There was only Lies
What happens to the Soldier in world peace?
What happens to the Warrior when there's nothing left to fight?
What happens to the poet when every
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Heartbreak...
HEARTBREAK TASTES JUST LIKE STEEL
How do you feel? I designed myself to love you more, I scratch your skin, I'm waiting outside to tell you you're lovely.
I crawl to your house and I nail myself to your door with my arms outspread, so you can see that I love you more.
I slit my wrists with porcelain and I tear my throat to shreds so you would notice me, finally, finally.
I swallow my promise to never taste this again, I'm laughing as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death
Hold out. It's such a waste to say that you need me more, when you really don't at all.
It's the iron taste of blood in my mouth from biting my ton
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It's old. Any comments are appriciated... after taking some imput I will prolly rewrite this...
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I like the general idea although I think you might want to find a thesaurus and look for some more unique words. Or, even better, make up your own metaphors. Play words off of each other. Manipulate the English language into a river of, not words, but feelings. Right now I feel like this is words more than anything (which might be a kind of "duh" comment, but I mean it in more of a figurative sense). I really like the last 2 lines, so I hope you don't change those.
Instead of limiting the "plot" of the poem to merely these people and yourself, try to heighten it to a mental level rather than just a physical one. Try comparing the people or yourself to other things or ideas--even if they do not seem to make sense, there is a reason why they come to mind. Don't disregard initial metaphors just because they seem silly. Part of the fun of reading poetry is decoding it--trying to FIND the meaning rather than just seeing it.
Sorry if that makes no sense.
Hopefully it helps in SOME way. Note me or tell me on my page if you rewrite this; I would really like to read it.
Instead of limiting the "plot" of the poem to merely these people and yourself, try to heighten it to a mental level rather than just a physical one. Try comparing the people or yourself to other things or ideas--even if they do not seem to make sense, there is a reason why they come to mind. Don't disregard initial metaphors just because they seem silly. Part of the fun of reading poetry is decoding it--trying to FIND the meaning rather than just seeing it.
Sorry if that makes no sense.
Hopefully it helps in SOME way. Note me or tell me on my page if you rewrite this; I would really like to read it.