ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
She stares at her paper | And no words come to mind
She has a pen in her hand | And all the world's time
Nothing comes to mind | As she sits there and stares
Clutching the pen | "This is so unfair!"
And then something happens | She picks up the pen
She scrawls words on her paper | That same old feeling again
Scribbling, scratching | Her words begin to fly
They tumble faster onto the paper | Until she sits back with a sigh
She looks at the golden sunrise | The key to her inspiration
She puts her work in her folder | With that satisfied sensation
She has a pen in her hand | And all the world's time
Nothing comes to mind | As she sits there and stares
Clutching the pen | "This is so unfair!"
And then something happens | She picks up the pen
She scrawls words on her paper | That same old feeling again
Scribbling, scratching | Her words begin to fly
They tumble faster onto the paper | Until she sits back with a sigh
She looks at the golden sunrise | The key to her inspiration
She puts her work in her folder | With that satisfied sensation
Literature
Back and Forth
It's all the same every day
You always have a lot to say
First you're angry, screaming loud
Then you're acting as if you're proud
First you say I screwed things up
Then you're giving me a free soda cup
You tell me I do nothing when I really tried
You ignore that you're killing me inside
Then you laugh and share the fun
As if a new day has begun
But it's not ok
It doesn't go away
You still make me feel like utter shit
Then a second later, forget about it
I do so much to please you
But all of my plans just fall through
You claim you show all the signs
You ignore everything the same of mine
When I wanna die you call me a liar
Literature
Breaking Down
You were once like the sun
Spreading light and warmth
Everywhere you went
Now there's a certain coldness
Creeping out of your body
Tainting all the words you say
I can feel you withdrawing
From the image of you I know
With greater frequency
As the days go by one by one
Every time they come to an end
And you set behind me in bed
I fear what will become of you
Tomorrow
Your transformation freightens me
The anxiety is coursing through my veins
And it's breaking me down, breaking me down
I mimic you and act like nothing's wrong
The worry won't let me ignore the problem
And it's breaking me down, breaking me down
Over time you became like the m
Literature
3 AM thoughts from the stoop
I’ve realized it’s the little thing’s that are changing.
While I always used to keep my phone on vibrate, it’s now almost constantly on because you’re one of two people that personalized their ringtones on my phone.
I smoke cigarettes when people offer them to me because then I feel like I smell the same way you do at 5 AM in the morning.
This stoop has seen far more of me in the past three weeks than it had in the previous three months,
And no matter how much I am enjoying my solitude, if I’m here alone past midnight this stoop feels entirely incomplete.
When I drive down the streets of the student gh
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
I wrote this last week in church and I never thought I would put it on dA until I saw that was holding a prompt. I really hope that poetry is acceptable
I give a special thanks to my big brother for helping me out in writing this.
--
All material was written by, and belongs to, me.
Sarah Isaacs
2011 (c) Mysticstar875
I give a special thanks to my big brother for helping me out in writing this.
--
All material was written by, and belongs to, me.
Sarah Isaacs
2011 (c) Mysticstar875
© 2011 - 2024 Mysticstar875
Comments11
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
I love the joyful rhythm and lyrics, it expresses your more joyous side. Your side that does not want to end it all.