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you're the reason why i'm still here
and why i try to say things that make sense
(but i bet you'd understand even if i blabbered on about toy boats)
you're the reason why i still believe in faerie tales
and the pillar that kept me strong
when i was fighting against my own heart
i'd like to call you my angel
but sometimes, even angels fall
and i know you never would
so, instead i'll call you a princess
because you'll become a queen
(maybe even a faerie queen)
xx
if i was any good with writing lyrics
i would write you a lullaby
but i'm not any good at singing
so you would sing it for us
and it would be something we created together
and it would be beautiful
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makeshifts and shooting stars
dear diary,
if my calculations are correct,
this is day 24.
24.
the number of circles i've walked
around sky-scraping hopes
in worn-down shoes
filled with sand and salt.
24.
the number of makeshifts
i have learned to make from things
that once washed up on the shore
(just like me).
24.
the number of songs
stuck in my head
that prevent me from
hearing the ocean.
24.
the number of stars i count
before falling asleep.
i look up at the sky
and catch myself wishing upon every shooting star
that it's actually a man-made airplane,
coming to save me.
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chasing a breeze.
you are reminiscent of wind.
silent, maybe a ghost
until you're screaming
through the cracks. i am silent
as the weight of you breaks me, like
a power line that's lost its magic.
you were always hard to handle,
almost impossible
to contain, we have more chance
of catching a breeze
than tying you down.
i jumped, parachute in hand, and
watched the colors of the world
fall with me, spinning and diving.
i prayed for you to fill my parachute
and keep me from crashing,
but you never did.
the colours blended
into one shade of red
as i hurtled to oblivion
and you chose just
the right moment
to be silent.
i'm left empty,
holl
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roadsigns.
i.
i have searched maps, road signs,
songs, hearts. i have opened my eyes
and my hands to the rain, fairytales
singing in my ears. i have closed my eyes
and let my nightmares and demons
find me, i have
screamed on the insides, heart
barely beating. i have dreamed
of my own destruction, whispered
into the silence, prayed for the answer -
ii.
could i ask you for one last favor?
when you're sad, remember the way
i would hug you. when you're laughing,
remember that my laughter doesn't sound
the same without yours. when you're lonely,
remember that i tried to fill your empty spaces. remember
that i'd fall for you if it saved you
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(let's count how many times we smile, tonight)
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i'd like to call you my angel
but sometimes, even angels fall
pure magic.
but sometimes, even angels fall
pure magic.