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that song penetrates me
deep into my sides
inducing echoes of sadness,
lost love on my mind
in moments like these,
sometimes I find
wonderment over when
you left your heartbreak
and when I'll leave mine.
deep into my sides
inducing echoes of sadness,
lost love on my mind
in moments like these,
sometimes I find
wonderment over when
you left your heartbreak
and when I'll leave mine.
Literature
Idea Intro
In the dim abandoned lab, the wire heavy reinforced table stood as the sole, major source of light. Amazing that the building even survived being almost in the middle of the warzone to begin with, let alone still hold enough power to maintain this sole room after all this time...
Stagnant air greeted the hazmat team as they entered, the crew expected some of the biological fallout to remain akin to the outside but all their devices said the same conclusion, none at all.
"Doctor. What do we expect to find here?" One in a suit marked R-66Y asked as the flashlights on their suits powered on.
"Our past sadly..." The one dubbed "doctor" answere
Literature
Weeds
We are famous amongst the stars
I am sure
This small little blue and greeny brown rock
In the back of some Alien filing cabinet
"Life: yes"
"Intelligence:"
There scribbled in some hyper-advanced red pen
"Still Under Review"
Our Clanging About
So distinctly arrogant
Is surely why we do not receive
Visitors
Proclamations of Superiority
Declarations of Righteousness
Thesis of Aptitude
Rumblings of War
Oh yes
We are very sure of ourselves
As we drool on our pacifiers
Play with the Elements like blocks
And Yet
Something so small
An Organism accidentally released
Sends us cowering to our campfires again
A Fell Wind approaches
All our Bluster
Literature
Ribs
Whenever I was running in
high school
gym class I always started to hurt in my
Right lung, and in hindsight maybe that
was a sign.
Though now I recently
heard
how that only happens because of our running habits.
Speaking of habits I don't have good ones now.
Or more like
my body and mind don't.
It hurts to type. It hurts to think about where I am and where I'm going.
Or it's more like I'm worried that I've let people
down.
During the final year of high school there was a flood. I knew I should help with the
house. But I just didn't really want to.
I knew he could do it.
Plus, aren't girls supposed to ignore
reaponsibility?
Maybe I feel
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