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Small whispers of me are flowing in reflected shards of glass
as i fall through darkened nights and city-strewn buildings.
Nothing seems real right now, but everything feels right
my memories are clearly thrown against the wind i'm sailing through.
White gas sprays my fingers as cold mist crystallizes with the ice in my heart
a sense of freedom rushes past me while the chorus of skyscrapers beats to a fast rhythm.
Freezing blue softly pierces the city lights below
the sounds of dead life fail to reach me.
Heart beating, the world stops its symphony for a moment
everything stands still and i notice i'm not falling anymore.
The shards of glass allow me to glance at my broken reflection for one last time
and now i forget why i'm falling through this endless dream.
as i fall through darkened nights and city-strewn buildings.
Nothing seems real right now, but everything feels right
my memories are clearly thrown against the wind i'm sailing through.
White gas sprays my fingers as cold mist crystallizes with the ice in my heart
a sense of freedom rushes past me while the chorus of skyscrapers beats to a fast rhythm.
Freezing blue softly pierces the city lights below
the sounds of dead life fail to reach me.
Heart beating, the world stops its symphony for a moment
everything stands still and i notice i'm not falling anymore.
The shards of glass allow me to glance at my broken reflection for one last time
and now i forget why i'm falling through this endless dream.
Literature
pathetic, hopeless Hope
There was a year and a half of waiting.
It was a year and a half of torture
It was a gap full of hope and regret and sadness
It was an abyss of loneliness
There was the month and a half of return.
It was a month and a half of mostly joy
It was a return full of laughter and worry and love
It was a short time turned pointless
We have always known the truth:
this can never fully evolve;
I will always be his former and, therefore, never your present;
four years seperate us
So why act like you hadn't realized it before?
Although you barely started conversations, our silence was comforti
Literature
Don't Forget
I’m not even as half as strong
as I wish to be.
I’m not even a quarter of how clever
I’d like to be.
I’m not, I’m not, I’m not
oh so many things.
But I’m a million times better
then I was at the start,
a hundred times better
than I was ten years ago
and a fraction better than I was yesterday.
The things that defines me,
are what I’ve been creating all my life.
It’s the result of the mistakes and flaws
I’ve collected on my road
and the hope and courage
I’ve created for myself.
I’m not even a fraction
of what I wish to be
but it’s alright, I know it is.
Because as
Literature
The Taste Of Sadness
What would sadness taste like?
Like the tears of a lost friend?
Like ashes as everything burns?
Like the last kiss before you left?
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This gave me imagery. I think i like it, but i just wrote it and my opinion normally changes after i've had a chance to become lucid again.
I keep remembering Sora falling through the twilight tinted sky in the opening of kingdom hearts... generally its that feeling but in a darker, night-time city-scape.
I hope you like it because i was in the zone!
I keep remembering Sora falling through the twilight tinted sky in the opening of kingdom hearts... generally its that feeling but in a darker, night-time city-scape.
I hope you like it because i was in the zone!
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i love it