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It's calm here but when the wind blows it makes it cold. So cold. I wonder if you can guess where I am, but you probably can't. To be perfectly honest I'm not totally sure myself.
However it's nice enough. And peaceful, in a busy sort of way. Only I wish I knew where I was, both in life and in location.
Barely one moment ago I was a frail old lady, trapped within the confines of her hospital bed. Only now I'm not. Now I'm a fifteen year old girl again. Sitting on her old school's sports field - watching the boys playing football - and wondering not only where, but who, I am.
However it's nice enough. And peaceful, in a busy sort of way. Only I wish I knew where I was, both in life and in location.
Barely one moment ago I was a frail old lady, trapped within the confines of her hospital bed. Only now I'm not. Now I'm a fifteen year old girl again. Sitting on her old school's sports field - watching the boys playing football - and wondering not only where, but who, I am.
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Igbok
To the girl who's "okay"
With the run-away father
Of the baby she's hiding
With goodwill and shame,
You're not alone.
To the boy who's "okay"
With the bumps and the names
And the scars on his wrist
That still won't go away,
You're not alone.
To the girl who's "okay"
With despising herself
Because she's knows she's not strong enough
To starve anymore,
You're not alone.
To the boy who's "okay"
As the voices grow louder
Because soon he'll give in to them
Without feeli
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.:Heaven and Hell:.
Evil thoughts grasp my head.
and pull me into the darkness of my mind.
pulling me down.
eyes watch.
growling at my every move.
wanting to kill...
The demon at the window
Protected by a warm, light.
keeping the demons at bay.
wings like golden sun.
eyes like the sky.
a little voice in my head will say
"you are safe now, dear"
The angel by my side
heaven and hell.
they fight for me everyday.
why my soul?
what makes me worth of protecting?
why do the demons want me dead?
and the angels for me to live?
Thoughts pass through my head.
red and blue mix and fight.
tapping at the window.
warmth in my soul.
whispers in the dark.
dreams of life.
t
Literature
Riddle of a Different Shape
I was born a girl
with birth in my belly
and I will leave this world
a woman in a coffin.
From the moment I could
walk I had a boy on my heart
a boy, man, monster,
so different from me.
There is a puzzle in
my brain of why so different
why not me or him
and vice versa
verses of times
but I see he and I
are pieces of the same
cloth
but different patterns for a reason.
When I walked into the street,
I tried to be a boy
but I had hips, that broke the boy
I was born a girl,
a riddle of a different shape,
and he scattered, far away.
I was bred to be locked away
and select for taller men
(and monsters)
but I just want t
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Just a quickie without much concentration gone into it cos I was on my own at lunch sitting on the school's field and just started writing. I wasn't quite sure where this was going. Will probably scrap it.
Just a quickie without much concentration gone into it cos I was on my own at lunch sitting on the school's field and just started writing. I wasn't quite sure where this was going. Will probably scrap it.
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