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There is a place
Inside my soul
A little girl
With a gaping hole.
The innocence I knew
So long ago
How I grew so cold
I do not know.
It's the child that wonders
Why we let people starve.
The pureness that ponders
Not with the head, but the heart.
She wonder's why we're so bad to each other
All the time.
She's the simple mind who can see past
The uselessness of our over-complex society.
She longs to love, to give.
Not to take nor thieve.
She's the one with the dreams,
Too young to doubt them.
She dreams of creating things
Building them up.
Not tearing them down.
She would to give you the world
If it would mend your frown.
She still seeks and hopes.
Loves and believes.
It's these scars that keep
Her under locks.
Buried beneath the years of thoughts
Bitterness dug it's hooks in me.
Hardened my heart,
Bloodied my feet.
Sometimes I think she still speaks to me
Faint little whispers, that flicker like candles.
I tell her she's safer in her cage.
Protected from the strife and rage
Of this world I've learned to play.
Inside my soul
A little girl
With a gaping hole.
The innocence I knew
So long ago
How I grew so cold
I do not know.
It's the child that wonders
Why we let people starve.
The pureness that ponders
Not with the head, but the heart.
She wonder's why we're so bad to each other
All the time.
She's the simple mind who can see past
The uselessness of our over-complex society.
She longs to love, to give.
Not to take nor thieve.
She's the one with the dreams,
Too young to doubt them.
She dreams of creating things
Building them up.
Not tearing them down.
She would to give you the world
If it would mend your frown.
She still seeks and hopes.
Loves and believes.
It's these scars that keep
Her under locks.
Buried beneath the years of thoughts
Bitterness dug it's hooks in me.
Hardened my heart,
Bloodied my feet.
Sometimes I think she still speaks to me
Faint little whispers, that flicker like candles.
I tell her she's safer in her cage.
Protected from the strife and rage
Of this world I've learned to play.
Literature
Human
She's a geek,freak
God,she's crazy
I hate that girl
And she's so stupid and lazy
She's schizophrenic,and did you see the way
She looked at that other girl today?
Yep,she must be gay
She's hurting
She hears new insults every day
Piling them on,carrying them around the way
One might carry heavy luggage
She smiles through it all like she doesn't care
But behind the mask she wears,there
Can you see it?
She's human,too
She's just like you
Literature
Human
She craves perfection
And human affection
Scared of rejection
And too much attention
Before you approach her,
Best state your intention
Just to break the tension
'Cause like I should probably mention
She's kind of insane
Literature
human hibernation.
i wish i could say it rained the day we gave you back to the earth, that even the heavens were crying for you. it didn't though. it was 28 degrees and our black coats of grief were heavy in so many ways. it felt unfair, and i wasn't ready to let you go just yet, if i could have put myself in the wretched box i would have in a heartbeat. the cliches were in full force that day, and i didn't care for a minute. all i knew is the earth, or god, or whoever took you from me better be grateful to have you back.
there was something in my stomach that day, a knot, a twist, something that felt wrong and out of place from the second i opened my eyes
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