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In my hands lies the heart
That once, we shared
In a duration of a moment,
We called it 'love'
What I wish for you to realize
Is an emphasis on calling it love,
The truth is there, it's just a matter
If you'll ever accept it
The heart has already been crushed
Long ago, I watched it as it bled away
And in that moment was the one I realized
I never loved you, you never loved me
So what was the hand holding,
The kisses shared and all?
They were moments found in this illusion
All surrounding a choice you wanted to make
That choice, and those reasons
Are not the main focus,
But for you to finally realize:
There's no spark to light
Whatever has left you thinking
Throughout these couple of years
That there was something keeping us away,
Then it was completely, utterly wrong
Today, I ask for friendship
And offer the apology
For being the one to bluntly tell you
The way things actually are
You simply tossed the chance of friendship away
And denied the apology I had given
All for what, but to continue to share those looks
In your eyes, love - In my eyes, sad truth
I spent too much time afraid to be honest,
Afraid that you'd go back to those choices -
But I guess there comes a point in life
When it's all too late
That once, we shared
In a duration of a moment,
We called it 'love'
What I wish for you to realize
Is an emphasis on calling it love,
The truth is there, it's just a matter
If you'll ever accept it
The heart has already been crushed
Long ago, I watched it as it bled away
And in that moment was the one I realized
I never loved you, you never loved me
So what was the hand holding,
The kisses shared and all?
They were moments found in this illusion
All surrounding a choice you wanted to make
That choice, and those reasons
Are not the main focus,
But for you to finally realize:
There's no spark to light
Whatever has left you thinking
Throughout these couple of years
That there was something keeping us away,
Then it was completely, utterly wrong
Today, I ask for friendship
And offer the apology
For being the one to bluntly tell you
The way things actually are
You simply tossed the chance of friendship away
And denied the apology I had given
All for what, but to continue to share those looks
In your eyes, love - In my eyes, sad truth
I spent too much time afraid to be honest,
Afraid that you'd go back to those choices -
But I guess there comes a point in life
When it's all too late
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I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
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Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
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Rimas de Ana
Escribiré una poesía que sea conmovedora
Una que te acerque a tu lado más sensible
Y eche luz sobre tus sentimientos en sombras
Una poesía compleja, pero de versos simples
Para que quede grabada en tu memoria.
Solo soy un poeta con un lápiz próximo a morir
Esta será la última creación del grafito
Si tu lees su composición, su deceso tendrá sentido
Y mi instrumento obtendrá un final feliz.
Así que escucha lo que tengo que decir
Porque hay belleza en los últimos suspiros
Belleza cuando se está cerca del abismo
Belleza cuando se trata de ti.
A veces te hablo sin ning
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Dated a guy a couple years ago, I began liking him at first, but in honesty (and something I realized about six months after breaking up) I mainly said yes because he was suicidal and had told me the only thing he lives for is love - that friendship wasn't enough. It took me too long to realize that was the biggest influence into that, and that's the choice I mention. Point is, he refuses to be friends no matter what and I don't understand completely why. Although, it's saddening when someone only gets to be in your life for part of a time and walks around you - still existing - but refusing... Oh, well. A friendship never began again, thus there's nothing to mourn over. Just a loss that in a world with many things more important.
4.11.14
4.11.14
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