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Sometimes
When the world is full of darkness
There is a flicker -
A flame.
A flame that could turn into a fire -
In to a blaze -
Into a light.
A firelight that could burn all.
That could eat away the darkness.
That could light the world with flame,
And once gone
Could bathe it in light again.
Could bring it happiness.
You are that flicker,
That flame -
That possibility -
That chance -
That hope -
And you could catch alight,
And eat away my darkness.
Or you might not.
You could be that flame
For me to see.
To give me hope in my darkness,
To hold me through times of trouble,
To guide me through the sea of black,
Until I might find the light myself.
When the world is full of darkness
There is a flicker -
A flame.
A flame that could turn into a fire -
In to a blaze -
Into a light.
A firelight that could burn all.
That could eat away the darkness.
That could light the world with flame,
And once gone
Could bathe it in light again.
Could bring it happiness.
You are that flicker,
That flame -
That possibility -
That chance -
That hope -
And you could catch alight,
And eat away my darkness.
Or you might not.
You could be that flame
For me to see.
To give me hope in my darkness,
To hold me through times of trouble,
To guide me through the sea of black,
Until I might find the light myself.
Literature
Untitled
The silent cry that controls my perception,
Remains the constant reason and excuse for me hesitation,
Questions are never enough, science can lead,
Answers are half truths, religion I can't believe,
The sound of my confusion; my fleeting heart,
The strings of DNA, my family no longer take part,
There is a pile of positive thoughts, arranged in a heap,
My only friend; my teddy bear continues not to speak,
Inception of directions points more than one direction,
Can I live without the band aid I hide behind? The needed infection,
Blood remains trapped, always a single thought under the surface,
This prison of skin, my knife attempts to evolve a
Literature
Afraid
Why do days that start so sunny
Have to have clouds
They gather, swirl and twist
Overcast and sudden rain
Lightning and thunder
I wore a sun dress
But you brought the storm
I just want to hold on
To the little bit of love
That I can still call mine
Losing even a tiny piece
Leaves me terrified
Of becoming empty
Don't say it's for my own good
When you want to change me
Every time you tell me
I'm not ideal, I'm living wrong
I wonder why it matters now
Years wasted when you could of
Shaped me
Guided me
Lead me
To being this better person
Why am I the failure when
You failed me first
Literature
Majcine ruke / Mother's hands
Translation below!
Majčine ruke
Majčine su ruke
poput najnježnijeg dodira vjetra,
poput ugodne topline vatre,
poput dodira samoga Boga.
Znaju mnoge stvari napraviti
što nitko drugi ni ne pojmi,
tako lijepe, tako divne,
da odmah znaš,
ljubavlju su protkane.
Tiho trpe, hrabro podnose
sve nevolje, sve nedaće
što svijet spremit' može,
da svoju djecu od njih zaštite.
Toliku snagu u sebi nose,
toliku čvrstinu posjeduju
da djecu svoju pravo postave
i drže
sve dok sama ne mognu stajati
u lice vjetru što ih srušiti želi.
A jednom kad klonu,
kad ih snaga napusti,
kad bore budu t
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Very nicely done, I've tried to express this same thought and feeling in some of my own work and you did a great job of capturing it.