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Azure Twilight
by Tricia Pattinson
Another azure sky twilight
Seen between the old oak's limbs
Clear of clinging vines it is
Unlike my mental state
My eyes penetrate those reaching beams
And peer onto a backdrop stained by years
Gold light on azure sky floats
A soft pale torquoise screen
Somehow my gesso thoughts
Are painted in
Between those oak bark lines
Where dreams of mine still live
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Sleepy Thoughts
Sleepy thoughts drift through my brain
He said, she said, I love u
The brain process slowly shuts down
My eylids flutter and struggle to stay open
And yet, still more thoughts come.
School, work, life, when does it end?
When I try to sleep my brain thinks.
It's like a caged butterfly, scared to stop, scared to sleep.
Yet there are more things to think about than you can in a day!
Sure, I think about family, and the occasional I miss of a past relative.
But do we ever really stop thinking?
Sure, we fall into a dream state where we conjure up a realm to run from our problems.
Inside we are continually trying to break out of a realit
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Never Forgotten
You are pushing...
Trying to erase...
But you refuse to wipe away those words that rest gentle on the lines.
You can't do it.
They are written in pen.
You won't rip the well designed paper either.
You will have to paint over those honest words.
You will always know that underneath those vibrant colours lies a hidden script.
A secret code that whispers in your sleep.
You have become a spy.
Undercover, in your own world.
What are you searching for?
Is it your treasure which you have tucked away?
Hopefully you will find that which you have intentionally lost,
And at its appearance,
You will forget the tears you shed,
And once again remember
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Give Me A Break Already
I feel like I’m constantly living in a state of being sick with the flu - I am constantly heating up to the pointing of pouring sweat or freezing to the point of fingers and toes being painfully numb from cold. Sleep is a myth to me at this point; between the fever dreams and either excessive sleep or insomnia that leaves me drained, I’ve forgotten what it feels like to have slept well.
My temper boils close to the surface, everything is an annoyance or an upset, because I’m so frustrated with my own body and its attempts to keep me bound to a chair. Nausea is a constant thing, my head hurts and stings from constant headache
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