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Love
It’s an emotion
Not a toy
You can’t just go through the motion
With some random girl or boy
True love
It’s a feeling
It doesn’t happen everyday
You find yourself in bed at night staring at the ceiling
Wanting to say “I love you” in so many ways
It’s an emotion
Not a toy
You can’t just go through the motion
With some random girl or boy
True love
It’s a feeling
It doesn’t happen everyday
You find yourself in bed at night staring at the ceiling
Wanting to say “I love you” in so many ways
Literature
Parents
What is wrong with parents nowadays,
They take your dreams and throw them away,
They dress you in clothes you dont want to wear,
Tell you what to do, force you to cut your hair,
They run your lives and scream at you,
Force you what to say and what to do,
Until you cant take it and your run out the door,
Nowhere to go, just the hard, cold floor,
But you always go back to the hellish place,
Get right up to them face to face,
Look them right in the eye and then you say,
Stay out of my life!, you cause me internal Dismay,
You make my life shittier everyday,
Ground me and take everything away,
Im done with you, dont talk to me,
And
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Someone, Kill Me, Please?
To all my friends, I'm sorry
I really tried my best
But my best wasn't good enough
I've failed you in my test.
The weight's gotten too much
I can't take it anymore
I'm falling apart on the inside
I'm rotten to the core.
I'm sorry I disappointed you
I really let you all down
So now I'm gone just put me
In a box under the ground.
I'm thinking now it's over
As I fight back the tears
Either I kill myself right here right now
Or someone kill me, please?!
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Cutting
My thighs were first.
Then my wrists.
And shoulders.
And fingers.
And feet.
Everything.
Ripped out at
the seams.
I ripped them out myself,
if only to avoid
giving others the pleasure.
I ripped them out hard,
if only to teach myself
a lesson:
I deserved it.
I ripped them out
and all the while
I sang to myself,
unable to cry
or scream
for fear
that
it would
make the
pain less real.
I joked about them.
I laughed about them.
I smiled about them,
calling myself
"the stupid emo kid"
and believing it was true.
It was true.
To me.
I deserved it.
I needed it.
I craved it.
I wanted it.
I breathed it.
I worshipped i
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this is my 29th poem i have posted on here. i had writters block and hated it so i forced myself to write something and this is what came out on paper. i wanted to have another part about the opposite of love and true love but i couldnt think and i was tired
please dont steal my poetry. i write most of my poems for the one i love or to help get over something. i put a lot of emotion into these poems so please dont steal cause thats not very nice.
please dont steal my poetry. i write most of my poems for the one i love or to help get over something. i put a lot of emotion into these poems so please dont steal cause thats not very nice.
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