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Our last kiss was so fleeting
Like a passing dream you were gone
It feels like you were only a memory
That warm tingle on my lips is long gone
How I miss it
I know it's useless to think of you now
Memories are just memories, nothing more nothing less
But I want you to be more than a memory
More than a passing dream
I want you to be right here beside me
A moment to remember
Please grant my wish
That's all I ask
That's all I want
Like a passing dream you were gone
It feels like you were only a memory
That warm tingle on my lips is long gone
How I miss it
I know it's useless to think of you now
Memories are just memories, nothing more nothing less
But I want you to be more than a memory
More than a passing dream
I want you to be right here beside me
A moment to remember
Please grant my wish
That's all I ask
That's all I want
Literature
I Wanted
I wanted everything
From the smallest touch
to your voice calling my name
I wanted the small things
and I wanted the big
But you know
as well as I
that we all want
what we just
cant have
So let me soak up
some of your touch
and let me
hear you call
for me
I know its a lie
but please oh please
tell me you love me
I don't care
if you don't mean it
I just need to hear it
and if you mean it
please oh please
say it just
one more time
I want your insecurities
The things you fear most
I want those thoughts
that keep you
wide awake
But you know
as well as I
that we all want
what we just
can't have
Literature
Broken Free
Don't tell me
What to do
I don't care
What you think.
Don't tell me
The rules
They're meant
To be broken.
Don't tell me
I'm wrong
I know
I'm right.
So what if
I'm different.
I'm not
A molded figure.
I'm different,
Free
Of the
Rules.
Everything is meant
To change.
Nothing is
Forever.
The normal
Exists to be broken.
Literature
Melancholia
I wish for
a day that I
was not pained
by your memory,
a day when I
did not feel
certain death
was upon me.
I search for
any means
of escape,
yet it seems
a feeble attempt
at erasing that
which will never
vanish from the
depths of my mind.
You have
broken me,
and I can
do nothing
more than
crawl at
your feet,
begging you
to release
me from
this mournful
existence.
You deny my
hand and I have
found a way to
reach my end
-Brian Shuffett
June 21st, 2010
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i love this poem that's great