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There is no perfect way To explain,
It’s all I do to make my day.
If I could have all the time in the world,
I know exactly what I would do.
To reach out for the end of my quest,
To receive that flash of a woman’s smile.
When all goes wrong, and my life runs amok,
Her smile alone brings me inner peace.
With a smile brighter than the sun,
When I am without her, the skies are cloudy.
To pry that moment of a woman's smile,
Simply to bring life back to my world.
It’s that look I catch in your eye,
That sparkling glint I spy with in them.
Now I finally realize the truth behind it,
It’s me that draws this woman’s smile.
It’s all I do to make my day.
If I could have all the time in the world,
I know exactly what I would do.
To reach out for the end of my quest,
To receive that flash of a woman’s smile.
When all goes wrong, and my life runs amok,
Her smile alone brings me inner peace.
With a smile brighter than the sun,
When I am without her, the skies are cloudy.
To pry that moment of a woman's smile,
Simply to bring life back to my world.
It’s that look I catch in your eye,
That sparkling glint I spy with in them.
Now I finally realize the truth behind it,
It’s me that draws this woman’s smile.
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LOSS
The clouds darken closing in to steal the light away
while the pain blossoms as i lose what means so much to me
The CRASH of the thunder so booming and proud
masks the sounds of my heart as it shatters into a million shards
The flash of lightening putting on a show for all
so beautiful to behold but merely a prelude of the tears to come
Soon the rain begins to fall
leaving my tears to be just a few more drops in the downpour
The rain's path down my window
mimics the one my tears etch upon my cheeks
When the clouds part and the sun breaks through
will its light be able to pierce the gloom
Will I once again see the colors of the rainbow
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Letter to my Heartbreak
To my Heartbreak,
This is hard to write, but I have to. There is a lot I need to get off my chest before it eats me alive. I know you won't read this, may never even see it. Even if I sent it to you...
For months, almost a year, of my life, I've given. My time, my heart, whatever you asked that was in my power to give. I've made time for you, gave you room in my heart. And at first, you seemed to as well. We talked for hours on the phone, online, everyday. When my cat died, you canceled your plans and spent time with me.
You've told me that you care about me, very much, that you're very fond of me. And when you're drunk, you tell me you lo
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Requiem for a dream
There lies the bewilderness.
I am lost to it.
Lost in it.
Wandering the merging passageways
The trapezium maze of synaptic firing.
Under the over and between the middle
I fall out of the world.
inhale.
Lilac rains on effervescent tin rooves
Turn to remnants of forgotten tears.
The pearly rivulet,
Of moonbeam kisses.
And so the dead bury their dead,
As the living meander by.
For we all feed on death.
exhale.
A sibilating breath speaks,
And in my auspicious solitude
I urge it
To tell me how fine it's all going to be,
As I listen to the restive oracle
That distracts me from myself.
inhale.
Falling. Flying. Missing the Gr
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Hell, you don't even have to be lonely to entertain delusion.
I constantly daydream of the things I long for, that I ask for yet never receive.
You know what's worse?
Being next to someone who makes you feel alone.
At least in the silence of your own company you can atone for your short comings
by supplementing them with talent.
Alas, the truth is that we seek to fill the gap between now and death with more than just our own, sour breath.
I constantly daydream of the things I long for, that I ask for yet never receive.
You know what's worse?
Being next to someone who makes you feel alone.
At least in the silence of your own company you can atone for your short comings
by supplementing them with talent.
Alas, the truth is that we seek to fill the gap between now and death with more than just our own, sour breath.