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i.
The first thing you need
to know about people is this:
we're shitty.
ii.
If you cut off our head,
we will grow two in its place.
We will divide and conquer
until there's nothing left
but tiny gaping mouths,
clacking and salivating
at the crumbs of an empire.
iii.
They tell me hurt is like
a paper cut:
quick and forgotten,
forgotten.
They're wrong.
Hurt is the first step
off a balcony,
the first gasp
in a chain reaction
screaming from the railing
to beyond the pavement.
When I finally hit the ground,
I looked up and saw my halo
dangling from the edge,
dented.
iv.
We cycle.
He said, she said,
I wanted, he lost, she won,
I ruined this, I broke your heart,
he left me,
I miss you.
This is nothing new.
Your tragedy is always
someone else's.
Tell me,
what's it like to realize
every slash on your soul
has an identical twin?
What's it like to know
you're going to die
the same way everyone does:
scared and alone?
v.
We are disposable.
The hydra grows.
Humanity trembles,
and still I am trying to remember
how it all started,
how this pain in my neck
became a monster.
Literature
Difference
To be lonely is painful,
To be alone is liberating.
Literature
When Stars Collapse
This is how you bespeckled my bones
with bewilderment: you kissed hushed heart
whispers and slumbering secrets
into my fingertips. You infused awe
into my joints, causing me
to ask how snowflakes got their
shape and how long would it take
to get from the Sun to Capella.
You taught me that energy is neither
created or destroyed; stars do not die.
Eyes washed with emerald sorrows you
told me that they evolve, they change
into something entirely different,
or not so different.
I now know we are made of the same
particles as someone or something else.
We began someplace together.
We're made of so much more than "star-stuff",
we are made of each
Literature
Death isn't a fresh perspective
I saw my mother
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
tic-tac,
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
myself
to swallow fifteen,
thinking it'd
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
of death
instead of mint.
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idk man. i don't even know if this made the point i wanted it to. i tried.
i'm two parts pissed off and one part upset, and i keep thinking about how easily people change their minds. fuck.
sorry for not being around. i've been writing a lot but my life's kinda a mess atm. i took honors classes this year and it's sucky. and i got dumped i guess??? whatever. sorry, i know my inbox is a mess and i'm so shitty at replying, but i just wanted to post something so you all know i'm still a member of the "alive and breathing" club.
© 2014 littleblueraccoon
i'm two parts pissed off and one part upset, and i keep thinking about how easily people change their minds. fuck.
sorry for not being around. i've been writing a lot but my life's kinda a mess atm. i took honors classes this year and it's sucky. and i got dumped i guess??? whatever. sorry, i know my inbox is a mess and i'm so shitty at replying, but i just wanted to post something so you all know i'm still a member of the "alive and breathing" club.
© 2014 littleblueraccoon
© 2014 - 2024 littleblueraccoon
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