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one thousand, two hundred, and two hours.
that's how long it's been since she fell for the wrong person and started to crumble. and everything she'd built fell, so quickly that she could barely remember what had come before the billionth destruction. she couldn't remember anything. sometimes that can be a blessing, sometimes a curse. but what happens when even memory fails to be clear? how cloudy the present is, how foggy the future. it's like it never has been, never will be, never is. it's like she was never even there.
twenty-two minutes.
it's how long it's been since she last thought of the few memories that she hasn't forgotten. the ones that hurt the most, the ones that make the least sense. she wants context, but even context wouldn't make the videos in her head any less bad. if anything-- worse. and so she tries to forget what's branded in her neurons and dancing on her eyelashes and twisting through her veins.
eleven seconds.
how much time she lost in frozen terror, time she'll always regret. because sometimes time gives her too much room to reconsider, and making the wrong choice has always been her fear. well, she'd lose the lottery pretty quickly with the types of odds she's got. she lost every piece of sanity left with those odds; she lost her last shot at love. hope. anything that mattered.
one breath.
it's the thing that killed her more than the carbon dioxide ever could.
that's how long it's been since she fell for the wrong person and started to crumble. and everything she'd built fell, so quickly that she could barely remember what had come before the billionth destruction. she couldn't remember anything. sometimes that can be a blessing, sometimes a curse. but what happens when even memory fails to be clear? how cloudy the present is, how foggy the future. it's like it never has been, never will be, never is. it's like she was never even there.
twenty-two minutes.
it's how long it's been since she last thought of the few memories that she hasn't forgotten. the ones that hurt the most, the ones that make the least sense. she wants context, but even context wouldn't make the videos in her head any less bad. if anything-- worse. and so she tries to forget what's branded in her neurons and dancing on her eyelashes and twisting through her veins.
eleven seconds.
how much time she lost in frozen terror, time she'll always regret. because sometimes time gives her too much room to reconsider, and making the wrong choice has always been her fear. well, she'd lose the lottery pretty quickly with the types of odds she's got. she lost every piece of sanity left with those odds; she lost her last shot at love. hope. anything that mattered.
one breath.
it's the thing that killed her more than the carbon dioxide ever could.
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Back and Forth
It's all the same every day
You always have a lot to say
First you're angry, screaming loud
Then you're acting as if you're proud
First you say I screwed things up
Then you're giving me a free soda cup
You tell me I do nothing when I really tried
You ignore that you're killing me inside
Then you laugh and share the fun
As if a new day has begun
But it's not ok
It doesn't go away
You still make me feel like utter shit
Then a second later, forget about it
I do so much to please you
But all of my plans just fall through
You claim you show all the signs
You ignore everything the same of mine
When I wanna die you call me a liar
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hold me but don't touch me
I'm standing barefeet in the snow
And feel the numbing cold take over me
I try to keep my head down low
As my tears start freezing to my cheeks
And I know it gets better
I know it gets better
Sometimes I just forget
I wish I could hear your voice
It keeps my demons from devouring me
But I cannot make the choice
To keep you close or far away from me
But I know it gets better
I know it gets better
Sometimes I just relapse
& hold me but don't touch me
I cannot break free
Of these thoughts that surround me
Bring me to my knees
I cannot breathe in the cold air
Do I still breathe at all
& hold me but don't touch me
hold me but don't tou
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Untitled
Once upon a time
I reached for the stars
And tried to climb
The sun's golden bars
But those rays of light
Cut short my flight
I reached for the stars
And fell from the sky
My hopes now scars
I can't justify
To myself alone
I am she who has flown
I tried to climb
Like Icarus the son
Melted wax come noontime
With nothing won
No promises made
No trophies gained
The sun's golden bars
Whose sentinels maintained
The ghosts of Mars
Those who remain
Close to my heart
Forever apart
The rays of light
Have faded away
The moon now night
Where the world decays
And I'm still fading
The sun never staying
Cut short my flight
Left behind it all
I try to
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Leading and intrguing.
I love being led by your words. The path is so... so... calm. This is a splash in to a pool leaving no ripple behind.
I offer all my wamrest smiles.
I love being led by your words. The path is so... so... calm. This is a splash in to a pool leaving no ripple behind.
I offer all my wamrest smiles.