ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Level One: Ignorance Is Bliss
Young, fragile minds think
Curiously, and seemingly forever
No true, worth the matter, fears
Simply what hides in the dark
When we're too young to think
Too beneath to prepare ourselves
Level Two: Taking For Granted
We begin to understand things
Society is something we don't agree
Family means little to us at all
It's all about this new freedom
A time we learn right from wrong
Level Three: Old Habits Die Hard
Our previous beliefs crash down
Avalanches of truth break on our heads
We never expected society to be so evil
We never knew families meant well
We never realized there's more in life
Level Four: Getting the Handle
Out first thoughts are trash, long gone
Nowadays it's all go-with-the-flow times
Though we're still young, living here
No matter what - things won't be perfect
But at least we've realized that much
Level Five: Life Ain't Fair
Stress and disease begin to win
Our loves start their way of fading out
Everything's purpose begins to lose
While lights shine about as temptations
Level Six: Life Is A Path To Hell
Not everyone is able to get what's wanted
Some still believe the world can be pleased
Because the truth hurts - and is avoided
Level Seven: Life Sucks, Then You Die
Since when was ignorance bliss?
Why are things taken for granted?
Shouldn't meaningless habits be dropped?
How do we know when everything's handled?
What made life illusionally ever fair?
Who ever brought all this Hell to Earth?
Why don't we consider until it's too late?
Young, fragile minds think
Curiously, and seemingly forever
No true, worth the matter, fears
Simply what hides in the dark
When we're too young to think
Too beneath to prepare ourselves
Level Two: Taking For Granted
We begin to understand things
Society is something we don't agree
Family means little to us at all
It's all about this new freedom
A time we learn right from wrong
Level Three: Old Habits Die Hard
Our previous beliefs crash down
Avalanches of truth break on our heads
We never expected society to be so evil
We never knew families meant well
We never realized there's more in life
Level Four: Getting the Handle
Out first thoughts are trash, long gone
Nowadays it's all go-with-the-flow times
Though we're still young, living here
No matter what - things won't be perfect
But at least we've realized that much
Level Five: Life Ain't Fair
Stress and disease begin to win
Our loves start their way of fading out
Everything's purpose begins to lose
While lights shine about as temptations
Level Six: Life Is A Path To Hell
Not everyone is able to get what's wanted
Some still believe the world can be pleased
Because the truth hurts - and is avoided
Level Seven: Life Sucks, Then You Die
Since when was ignorance bliss?
Why are things taken for granted?
Shouldn't meaningless habits be dropped?
How do we know when everything's handled?
What made life illusionally ever fair?
Who ever brought all this Hell to Earth?
Why don't we consider until it's too late?
Literature
The Journey
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
Literature
Adios
Son las seis de la mañana y el aire comienza a enfriar los cuerpos que se encuentran en el andén; apenas es verano pero el frío no perdona a los foráneos. Vapor sale de las ventanas que se encuentran junto al viejo reloj que hace mucho dejó de emitir el tic tac que anunciaba el próximo llegar de los convoyes. El concreto del edificio hace que las plataformas luzcan más frías y lúgubres de lo que deberían. Gris y noche hasta donde alcanza la vista. Los olores de la tierra empapada por la lluvia aún cuelgan en el aire esperando quien los acoja.
Las máquinas estáticas que esperan
Literature
Shamayim
The ancient land of Shamayim
was wrought by El the ever-fair,
together with his favoured son,
Yeshua Gentle-Hands and their
beloved wisest counsellor:
a man called Ruach Breath-of-El.
And ne'er were three such faithful friends
and ne'er did three agree so well --
that aided one must aid them all.
Thus prospered wondrous Shamayim.
The people built a throne for El
of golden bough and silver limb
with crystal lilies trailing down,
all glowing in his brilliance.
They sang and danced and played for him
and reveled in his radiance.
Yeshua sat at his right hand
and 'twixt them oft was Ruach found.
Yet many times he wandered out
towards Shamayim's f
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Inspired by this little six word piece -->
Just enough to have gotten me thinking. I also decided to use a cliche for each title, since those are widely known for the most part. (Thought of cliches also inspired by the author of that six word story's comment somewhere else that I read before writing this piece).
April 21st, 2014 - 6:47 PM
Life isJust a game we can't win
Just enough to have gotten me thinking. I also decided to use a cliche for each title, since those are widely known for the most part. (Thought of cliches also inspired by the author of that six word story's comment somewhere else that I read before writing this piece).
April 21st, 2014 - 6:47 PM
© 2014 - 2024 LMW-The-Poet
Comments8
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
This is a good way of writing. Thumbs up