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Morning After
by Tricia Pattinson
Morning slips onto the world
Courageous chorus cheers aloud
The rainbow filling with prism like hope and warmth
Melting the ice of Night's graveyard
I wish instead of sadness here
The frolicking light could be paired
I wish heavy black curtains to fall away
That love not fear rules Night and Day
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1.
Bombarded. This was the word that Thomas Albertson Junior would use to describe his life. This was only more compounded on this specific day. He had woke at his normal 7:00 time, and followed his normal routine. At 7:00 his alarm went off. At 7:01 he woke up and hit snooze. He repeated the snooze cycle two more times. At 7:16 he knew he needed to really wake up.
Thomas grumbled to himself as he dropped his feet over the side of his bed. Slowly he made himself stand to his feet, took a second to let his head catch up with his body, and began to shuffle towards the bathroom. After leaving last night’s meal with the porcelain god, he wash
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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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