ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
you could stitch me to your toes
take me along as your shadow
just like peter pan
except i'm not nearly as clever as wendy
your eyes have seen everything
in this wide universe
they are old eyes
sad eyes
i think i keep my nails blue
because they remind me of your adventures and
all the times you tried your best
i would give just about anything to escape
from the concrete walls
of my school
they are so suff-
suffoc-
suf-
suffocating
sorry, i just couldn-
coul-
couldn't
breathe
it's just that i know i could be doing so much more
than trigonometry or writing essays
about how i feel about my life in which i only ever
lie
you see
i want everything
i am the schoolchild who wants the whole universe
and i'm reaching out my fingers
just to grasp onto anything that i can
because
i want to do anything but this
i want to live
take me along as your shadow
just like peter pan
except i'm not nearly as clever as wendy
your eyes have seen everything
in this wide universe
they are old eyes
sad eyes
i think i keep my nails blue
because they remind me of your adventures and
all the times you tried your best
i would give just about anything to escape
from the concrete walls
of my school
they are so suff-
suffoc-
suf-
suffocating
sorry, i just couldn-
coul-
couldn't
breathe
it's just that i know i could be doing so much more
than trigonometry or writing essays
about how i feel about my life in which i only ever
lie
you see
i want everything
i am the schoolchild who wants the whole universe
and i'm reaching out my fingers
just to grasp onto anything that i can
because
i want to do anything but this
i want to live
Gratuity Treasure Chest
Joining this tier, you gain access to a reserved extra content that are carefully crafted just for you.
Your subscription doesn't just support my art; it fuels it, allowing me to dedicate more time and resources to producing even more of the content you love. It's a partnership that propels this project forward.
Join me in this exclusive tier, and together, let's take this artistic adventure to new heights. Your appreciation fuels my passion.
$2/month
Literature
to be a waste of grey matter with no self-esteem
forgive these
rorschach nerves &
mercury veins -
i am no tragedy boy,
but i have self-decay
down to an art.
this tar tongue only starts
marlboro conversations &
self-ignition;
i only start fires.
Literature
welcome to the real world
1. if someone invites you back to their place
for coffee, and you only drink tea,
don’t stress:
you probably won’t actually be drinking coffee.
2. when the creepy guy from work asks you out
again and you think about accepting for the first
time because you’re sick of going home alone and
you have never learned how to say no, don’t. learn.
stand in front of the mirror until you love yourself
enough for your skin to fit snug on your body. read
about the hundreds of millions of planets out in the
hundreds of millions of galaxies and feel so crowded
that you’re about to burst all over again.
3. you’re gonna
Literature
Hate
I really hate the way she lies. She says she’ll listen, but she won’t. She promises she’ll be there, but she isn’t. She tells me it wasn’t her, but it was. I don’t hate her you know. I just hate everything she is, everything she does. Her smug smile. Her mud brown hair. Her green eyes with a drop of evil. The way she knows how to hurt me. The way she can make me cry. The way she likes it. She knows me too well. She knows how to hurt me. Knowledge is power and power corrupts. She’s the most corrupt person I know.
But I can’t hate her; not entirely. After all, hating yourself isn’t healthy
Suggested Collections
Do de dooo, all I've done lately is slave over homework, play softball, and sleep. Although sleeping has been small on that pie chart. Anywho. Hello. And if you know what the title of this is in reference to, and even bits of this poem, then I congratulate you.
© 2011 - 2024 FrayedHeartString
Comments1
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
I totally understand how you feel. This poem speaks. Thank you for writing it.