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Another crumpled sheet thrown on the floor,
Another shout, a thud, because she can't get rid of the sore,
The deaf poem of her broken heart is maybe too degraded,
She's not able to write it down, her soul is jaded,
The phrases of her life are burning on the inside,
A description about the moment when her dreams died,
It's smashing her heart and her tired mind.
From nowhere she hears a sardonic voice,
"- You're not able to hear the words anymore, in fact you never really did,
You have shed some scraps on pages, lies your soul to feed with",
She covered her ears, closed her eyes,
To stop hearing the demonic voice she tries,
"- Shut up!" she yelled again like every day,
It's impossible to escape this abomination that came in her way.
Maybe this is an already lost fight,
A decommissioned road to the healing light,
Her pathetic flounder makes no sense,
She's laying on the floor holding a broken pen.
Torn by the fall from grace,
She will leave behind just a bloody trace,
No big words, heroic deeds,
She's maybe too selfish, a new soul she thinks she needs.
What a great disclosure,
I think I recognize those scarred eyes,
Those whacked whishes, lost in the ocean of despair and lies.
I gave her a hand,
But it seems like she won't get up,
Her eyes are dry and dead,
She's laying in a pool of blood,
In her chest the broken pen is stuck.
I breathe deep inside, because her face clearly now I see,
I can't believe, because real it cannot be,
But I'm not dead, am I?
Because the bruised corpse – is me …
Another shout, a thud, because she can't get rid of the sore,
The deaf poem of her broken heart is maybe too degraded,
She's not able to write it down, her soul is jaded,
The phrases of her life are burning on the inside,
A description about the moment when her dreams died,
It's smashing her heart and her tired mind.
From nowhere she hears a sardonic voice,
"- You're not able to hear the words anymore, in fact you never really did,
You have shed some scraps on pages, lies your soul to feed with",
She covered her ears, closed her eyes,
To stop hearing the demonic voice she tries,
"- Shut up!" she yelled again like every day,
It's impossible to escape this abomination that came in her way.
Maybe this is an already lost fight,
A decommissioned road to the healing light,
Her pathetic flounder makes no sense,
She's laying on the floor holding a broken pen.
Torn by the fall from grace,
She will leave behind just a bloody trace,
No big words, heroic deeds,
She's maybe too selfish, a new soul she thinks she needs.
What a great disclosure,
I think I recognize those scarred eyes,
Those whacked whishes, lost in the ocean of despair and lies.
I gave her a hand,
But it seems like she won't get up,
Her eyes are dry and dead,
She's laying in a pool of blood,
In her chest the broken pen is stuck.
I breathe deep inside, because her face clearly now I see,
I can't believe, because real it cannot be,
But I'm not dead, am I?
Because the bruised corpse – is me …
Literature
Domestic Abuse
Domestic Abuse.
He's not able to control his temper.
A blank canvas is all he is able to remember.
Absolute rage consumes his mind refusing any sort of reasoning to enter.
Her dad did the same to her mum, so she attributes it to the nature of his gender.
She has now been admitted four times to A and E since last December.
Abusive love is all she knows; she was never given the chance to experience anything better.
She always forgives him.
Her friends warned her but her heart just wouldn't listen.
He has a hold over her that's why she is not able to resist him.
She condemns her friends as to swift and hasty to dismiss him.
Even tho
Literature
I want to give up...
i want to give up
leave this world for good
losing hoping in everything
and nothing is getting better
I want to give up
and forget about everything
i just want to leave
and never return
I want to forget
i want to give up
just leave
and never return anymore
No hope in my life
nothing is getting better
i just want to cry my heart out
and give up already
The pain inside me
wont go away
i want to leave for good
and disappear into the darkness
No end to my misery
i will just give up
leave this world for good
like i was never existed
Literature
Broken Less Than Three
For some reason
My heart feels heavy with grief
For some reason
I'm losing the will to smile
For some reason
My heart is slowly shattering
And dust will fly away from my wings
And dust will fly away from my being
Should my darkness go
Should my light go
For some reason
I feel like letting go
And all these tears will flood
And all these tears will flow
The oceans of pity and misery
The oceans of neglect and loneliness
For some reason
I can't keep it up
For some reason
For some reason
Flame is fading inside of me
Flame will turn my heart into ash
Ash will turn into dust
Ash will pour out my soul
And my heart will be free
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This poem will seem a bit weird, but reading carefully will help to understand the subject
I worked on this one since 2 January, finished it kinda fast. I hope you'll like it ^^
I worked on this one since 2 January, finished it kinda fast. I hope you'll like it ^^
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Wow, this is intense! Good job! I think it will resonate most with artists and creators, but there's something in there for most people to think about, I reckon. Also, I love the title!