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I was blinded
black matter invading my mind
visions of hell and thereafter
I cried for the so called Savior
I was dancing
an infinite waltz, a never ending battle
I feared the sunrise would hold naught
I feared to fall inexorably
I was naive
my faerie-tale sensibilities clouding me
always having been enlightened
I was fading
I am pure
filtered of the filth and lies
my eyes burn
away the divine truth.
black matter invading my mind
visions of hell and thereafter
I cried for the so called Savior
I was dancing
an infinite waltz, a never ending battle
I feared the sunrise would hold naught
I feared to fall inexorably
I was naive
my faerie-tale sensibilities clouding me
always having been enlightened
I was fading
I am pure
filtered of the filth and lies
my eyes burn
away the divine truth.
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17 - just forget it
now ain't this exactly what you pictured
that I say my goodbyes, for forever
never have to lie again
never have to pretend again
now ain't this exactly what you wanted
say your goodbyes, for forever
I won't be bothered again
too much pain
this unexplainable hatred
in all my corners, it's nestled
"like a whisper dried up on the lips
whose longing wasn't good enough
alone you scream and break, fear and disappear
and you're melted to the universe's core"
and I fucking say
goodbye to all (y)our bullshit
'cause ain't that exactly what you wanted
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Burn
Akiko was on fire. Her flesh felt like it was pealing away from her body an inch at a time. She screamed as the heat engulfed her, but she did not fight it, in fact she almost embraced the flames. For too long she had been wandering with nowhere to go. For too long she had hid in the shadows, never drawing attention to herself. She had been awake for far too long, and now all she yearned for was sleep.
1899, Los Angelas Harbor.
Akiko stepped off of the ship and onto the American soil. The night cloaked her in the shadows and no one was aware of her presents. She silently made her way across the harbor, concealed within the darkness that
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Exactly what the title says. This poem reflects my loss of faith, it's very personal as my whole life I had believed in something that now seems like a myth to me.
Also-I do not hate religion XD In fact, I find it is beautiful when has faith and hope and such because they want to, I only hate religion being forced upon you, being forced to follow things you don't like or understand or agree with.
In fact, I am still unsure of what I really believe.
Also-I do not hate religion XD In fact, I find it is beautiful when has faith and hope and such because they want to, I only hate religion being forced upon you, being forced to follow things you don't like or understand or agree with.
In fact, I am still unsure of what I really believe.
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This is a wonderful poem, I only feel ease of reading could be increased by use of more grammar.