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I desperately hold on
to the notion that I'm strong.
Yet no matter how hard I try,
I'm still fragile.
I surround myself with friends,
yet I've never felt more alone.
Anyone I ever get close to,
just ends up leaving me in the end.
A broken facade,
cracked for an instant.
Only to be sealed back up
with the glue of unwanted solitude.
to the notion that I'm strong.
Yet no matter how hard I try,
I'm still fragile.
I surround myself with friends,
yet I've never felt more alone.
Anyone I ever get close to,
just ends up leaving me in the end.
A broken facade,
cracked for an instant.
Only to be sealed back up
with the glue of unwanted solitude.
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How to Sleep and Never Wake Up
The year they discovered my best friend, twenty years old and silent under the heap of her wrecked car, I learned one can sleep forever and never wake up.
That year, her sister, only seventeen, ate magic mushrooms and lost her mind and her brother, fourteen, started running and stopped eating and I didn't eat magic mushrooms but lost my mind anyway as everyone watched my skin, too white to be real, disintegrate before their eyes.
That year I flew to Colorado to see an urn surrounded by pointe shoes. It reminded me more of a wastebasket than the last I would see of the girl who shared my soul. Her sister ran naked through the street a few da
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Comic Book Hero
We met in the Summer, I was single and free,
So fragile and sweet, he took care of me.
He was so much fun, exciting and new,
It was all so amazing, too good to be true.
Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his heart was untrue, his words were lies.
No comic book hero, but a villain disguised.
Our romance was deep, like Superman and Miss Lane
Iron Man, Miss Potts, Spidey and Mary Jane.
He impressed me with gifts, and words sublime,
Affirmations of how he would always be mine.
Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his hea
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What is fear?
I was told to find out about fear. They said to ask people what fear was. So first, I asked a small child.
“What is fear?”
The child frowned thoughtfully. “Fear is when the monsters under your bed are out to get you and you know it, but your mommy and daddy don’t believe you.”
I thanked him and kept going. Next, I asked an old woman.
“What is fear?”
The old woman looked sad. “Fear is the feeling of death creeping up on you and you knowing it is impossible to stop. Fear is being helpless to stop it. Be thankful that you are still young.”
I nodded thanks and kept moving. Finally, I ask
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