ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
She looks in the mirror, astounded by the beauty she sees; yet on the inside, she's screaming for it all to stop - what she sees is simply an untrue image, it isn't her, it can't be her! But this is who she is, today. She's older now... Now, why does she get to live so greatly while her younger self sits suffering in the past? She's cursed by herself to never forget and for there never to be change... Change. That's it... Once upon a time, she never thought change would be possible. Now she can't wrap her mind around how it happened...
Literature
Mirrored
Where once the spirit did decline, It found no way to move ahead, The obstacles once bent, align And lead our heroine instead Onwards to a clearer place Where one can move at measured pace Not breakneck speed in panic's thrall Walk steady, strong, not falter - fall, She strides through that which render weak The bravest souls who conquer death And dares to face her foes and speak - "I'll never quell another breath, For I am not your enemy You merely see yourself in me."
Literature
Zapatista
She was an undead bloodhound—
She was a cement mixer dressed up like a martini glass
Let me tell you she
She couldn’t snap her fingers, thank God
I don’t believe in genies but this one,
If she could snap those fingers, you’d give her all three.
Can’t tell you where she is now
Didn’t get a forwarding address
Or a number, really
Just an old-fashioned girl, in some ways
Hippy necrofascist trombone player in others, you know?
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
Suggested Collections
I just can't stand it anymore. It's been one too many panic attacks, I need to let it out... Gah!, it's the most terrible feeling - almost inexplicable if you've never experienced it.
A suggestion for those who haven't: Never give too much to the poor, or you will only be hurting them with a blessing.
A suggestion for those who haven't: Never give too much to the poor, or you will only be hurting them with a blessing.
© 2014 - 2024 LMW-The-Poet
Comments4
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
sometimes, change is beyond our control.. and of course you aren't alone. people may be different, but not all are different completely