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Thank God
I know
you'd never
hurt me,
you wouldn't
you couldn't
try to
control me,
you'd never
take advantage;
I know.
And I trust you
with my heart,
I'd trust you
with my life,
in fact
I would trust you
with my soul.
And though
everyone says
it's not
normal,
it's not
respectable,
it isn't
safe;
I somehow
believe
that this is
the way
it's meant to be,
and I could not
find a love
that's better
if I tried.
The honesty
runs far too deep,
there's no malice
inside that heart,
the one you gave me
of which I hope
to examine
every corner.
This emotion,
I still
can't quite
make sense of,
so maybe
we're not able
to understand.
There are some things
that need
higher counsel
than logic
can possibly
give.
Your face is still
the sweetest
that my eyes
have ever known,
there is not
a single day
in which
all the world's
beauty
and humour
and music
failed to remind me
of you.
And I know
that sometimes life
tosses us
like kites
in a gale,
like leaves
in a brook.
But if we should
let go,
trust
and let the currents
carry us
we'll find our way
through the tempest.
And although
everything's beginning
to seem
much more real
to me,
I imagine
being with you
would illuminate
my life
with love's radiance,
a candle
in the cold.
I already feel
safer,
more at home
than I've ever been
even if you are
still so far
away.
There is
a paradise
on this Earth,
and it lies
inside your arms.
How could I not
trust?
It's so easy
to see
we shall have
blessed days
splendid nights
and hope
that holds fast
no matter
what happens.
I know
you'd never
hurt me,
you wouldn't
you couldn't
try to
control me,
you'd never
take advantage;
I know.
And I trust you
with my heart,
I'd trust you
with my life,
in fact
I would trust you
with my soul.
And though
everyone says
it's not
normal,
it's not
respectable,
it isn't
safe;
I somehow
believe
that this is
the way
it's meant to be,
and I could not
find a love
that's better
if I tried.
The honesty
runs far too deep,
there's no malice
inside that heart,
the one you gave me
of which I hope
to examine
every corner.
This emotion,
I still
can't quite
make sense of,
so maybe
we're not able
to understand.
There are some things
that need
higher counsel
than logic
can possibly
give.
Your face is still
the sweetest
that my eyes
have ever known,
there is not
a single day
in which
all the world's
beauty
and humour
and music
failed to remind me
of you.
And I know
that sometimes life
tosses us
like kites
in a gale,
like leaves
in a brook.
But if we should
let go,
trust
and let the currents
carry us
we'll find our way
through the tempest.
And although
everything's beginning
to seem
much more real
to me,
I imagine
being with you
would illuminate
my life
with love's radiance,
a candle
in the cold.
I already feel
safer,
more at home
than I've ever been
even if you are
still so far
away.
There is
a paradise
on this Earth,
and it lies
inside your arms.
How could I not
trust?
It's so easy
to see
we shall have
blessed days
splendid nights
and hope
that holds fast
no matter
what happens.
Literature
Dear Poetry,
I am trying to cover my sadness with words.
Tape them against my scars
& wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing
wounds of my own making. Sometimes,
I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. This body does not deserve
a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster
a creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots, force feed you
down the throats of others. De-format you
& leave you empty; freeversed-
to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers
Literature
Wish for Privacy
I live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
Literature
Je Suis La Nuit
The night belongs to me, in all its whispering shadows
I am the watcher, the seer, the stand-in-the-dark-and-knower
The darkness is the cloak around me, the rough ground my dance floor
I am the silence and the sudden laughter,
And the melancholy melody of the party you weren't invited to.
This is my kingdom, my house of evening adventures,
Full of the clink of wine glasses and the shouting of revellers
My manor, with its well of sorrow and alcohol
I see how the light slides from graffiti and love it,
I smell the smoke of the burning barbecue and smile,
In concrete ginels, behind green gardens.
The stars are my hair-jewels, the moon my fan
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Awww...why can't I find that kind of love and security? Beautifully written.