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The ceiling is always up,
and the lights and wiring too,
If it comes down, I'll be sure to let you know.
I'll say "Oh! The school's fallen down!
Now where do they want us to go?
The sky is still up,
but the ceiling is now down,
Oh, gosh, what if Chicken Little comes
to tell us the sky is falling on the town?
Wouldn't that be blue?
Nothing is up,
everything is down,
but the world's a circle,
so down may be up,
and up may be down.
Maybe some will stand on their heads,
and claim the new up to be the ground,
And the rest will be amazed.
Me? What will I do?
I'll just go sideways.
and the lights and wiring too,
If it comes down, I'll be sure to let you know.
I'll say "Oh! The school's fallen down!
Now where do they want us to go?
The sky is still up,
but the ceiling is now down,
Oh, gosh, what if Chicken Little comes
to tell us the sky is falling on the town?
Wouldn't that be blue?
Nothing is up,
everything is down,
but the world's a circle,
so down may be up,
and up may be down.
Maybe some will stand on their heads,
and claim the new up to be the ground,
And the rest will be amazed.
Me? What will I do?
I'll just go sideways.
Literature
i'm sick
i knew infectious diseases to have statistics, medication and survival rates
not quaky lungs, thick eyelashes and calloused fingers
i expected a rash or a popped blood vessel or abdominal pain
but i got bumper car thoughts and feelings with spikes
i did get trouble breathing, a headache and sore feet
but i think that's from holding my breath, following untamed solutions and chasing after you again
i also got pain
and i reckon this kind is out of morphine's expertise
but i don't know if that's a symptom
or a long term side effect from all the ways i tried to save you
maybe the statistics are all the times i mistook you as a cure
and all the t
Literature
Life Gives You Laurels
These are the things they don’t tell you.
That one day there will be tears
you can’t kiss and make better.
Or that you will stand at a precipice
reaching into dark fathoms,
directionless in your turmoil.
They don’t tell you that
sometimes lovers leave and
you’re left bleeding without a hospital.
They don’t tell you that
cancer isn’t just a disease of the body,
but also a condition of the
heart, mind, and soul.
These are the things they don’t tell you,
when everything is pink with glee
and knights shimmer, plated in
nickel with traces of lead,
riding in on knob-kneed steeds
about to die of
Literature
Dammit all... again
I meet you,
I like you,
I love you,
I tell you,
and then you disappear...
Why does everyone disappear?
Is it me?
Do I come on too strong?
I spend my quiet moments
Looking for what I did wrong...
It hurts the most that I can see you right there,
I try to catch your attention but I might as well be air.
My love never implied romance,
I thought that we were friends,
Good friends... better than good actually...
silly hoppy-happy friends,
Damn this shouldn't hurt this much... i always put too much of myself in.
Well... time to prepare for another disappointment.
sigh
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The ceiling, duh.
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