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I was moving along when I stumbled into you
Moving along trying to find my way through
Halfway to nowhere I stumbled into you
Only to be stopped and told 'bout the sky so blue
I was admiring the sky when I stumbled into you
Your ever-smiling visage easily shining through
The darkness in my life without you
As you admired the sky along with me too
I was searching for the exit when I stumbled into you
Looking for a way out to escape through
But dragged inside I was by you
Taught to endure and move on too
I was moving along hoping to stumble into you
Home in sight as the lonely day grew
But you had gone on like they all eventually do
After becoming someone I wanted to hold on to
Moving along trying to find my way through
Halfway to nowhere I stumbled into you
Only to be stopped and told 'bout the sky so blue
I was admiring the sky when I stumbled into you
Your ever-smiling visage easily shining through
The darkness in my life without you
As you admired the sky along with me too
I was searching for the exit when I stumbled into you
Looking for a way out to escape through
But dragged inside I was by you
Taught to endure and move on too
I was moving along hoping to stumble into you
Home in sight as the lonely day grew
But you had gone on like they all eventually do
After becoming someone I wanted to hold on to
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Dreams
You are as young as you feel
Quite cliché, but it is quite real
Everybody wants to live their dream
Sometimes getting caught up in the stream
They flow down the river
Sometimes they slightly shiver
Fearing that they don't know where the river will end
Will it be a good or a bad end?
They spend their lives securing their lives
Sometimes not even living their lives
They want to keep what they got
Getting caught up in their own plot
Starting to regret the things we missed
Sometimes even making us a bit pissed
Asking ourselves each day: what if?
Sometimes we even slightly sniff
The future is about to unfold
We cannot turn ol
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Goodbye
Goodbye
The rain won't seem to be stopping soon and why should it
The heaves are crying as just all of the people that have gathered around your grave
Their tears like the rain won't stop falling from their eyes
And the skies are just as grey as the day itself
How could you leave me behind
Why did it was you that had to die
I wish we could trade places
You were the one that wanted to live the most
All you wanted in life was love and I tried to give you all of it
I tried but I never did gave you enough I never was the one for you
No matter how many times I told you that you kept smiling and loving me
So why are you the one in that
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Undeserved
I don't deserve to be an artist.
I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.
I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.
I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.
I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.
I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.
I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them.
But I do think I am a writer.
I am completely, irreparably damaged.
I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.
I weep over my lost innocence.
I spend nights
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This is lovely, the story and the way it's presented is interesting, nothing really original but still it's nice to read the structure of the poem is good too, and the verses connect easily. Great work