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I never knew
How much she loved me,
Until the day
I realized why she wanted
To get me out
Of thatdreaded house Hell.
How much she loved me,
Until the day
I realized why she wanted
To get me out
Of that
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Real Estate
The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
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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The Best Me
I want to be a better me
Someone who cares more
Hates less and embraces happiness
I want to feel complete
Find the piece I'm missing
A smiley face jigsaw puzzle
I want to look her in the eyes
Without a word know, This is true love
Her fingers cheerfully nestled between mine
I want you to know
The best me, is me with you
It's always been you, beautiful
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La caja (algun dia)
Tirada en el patio esta la caja, sin etiquetas ni marcas, una simple caja. Todos pasan, pero nadie mueve a la caja, estática e inerte percibe los pasos, esos pequeños murmullos que la hacen recordar que no está sola y aun así el abismo continua.
En todos sus años de caja esta ha estado cerrada, pues ningún hombre ha decidido hacerse cargo de la solitaria caja, la cual carga con su contenido en el exterior; una caja inversa quizás será.
No tendremos remedio que contar que esa caja olvidada por todos más presente no podría estar, es el ombligo del mundo. Tras de ella se esconde la línea qu
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My friends and I had a bit of a cry fest... I've now heard or have experienced pieces of all their stories. I made them feel better with acceptance and they helped me learn new perspectives... *sigh* I had a great time seeing everyone in one place - it was like old times again. Life was normal again for awhile... It was beautiful. Some things aren't meant to change, and the way my real-life friends and I are is one thing that hasn't (and won't).
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Aw... Cry feet with friends can always be a good thing. And friends good true friends never will change