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I don't write poetry with the right heart,
I am a little disgusting.
A little pale.
A little starving
And a little pleasetakemeback.
I have a broken microphone in my chest,
trying to sing to you in muffled sounds
that I make.
I know I should not love you
in this way.
But I do.
Still.
I am a little disgusting.
A little pale.
A little starving
And a little pleasetakemeback.
I have a broken microphone in my chest,
trying to sing to you in muffled sounds
that I make.
I know I should not love you
in this way.
But I do.
Still.
Literature
Darkly Dreaming
Darkly Dreaming
Whispering...
Temptations...
Across the surface of your mind...
I can feel you...
I am sending a mental command
For you to come before me and stand
So that I can feast on you again
Oh, the sensations...
I can taste the sweetness of your dreams
And all the bitterness of your screams
You don't know who I am
Only I understand
I am a face in the shadows
That haunts you...
I, make believe
That I, am everything
You will ever need
I, send my love
I, send my lust
I, gain your trust
While you are darkly dreaming...
Anticipating...
The pleasures of the night to come
Knowing that in your mental stupor,
You will e
Literature
'I Am Gay' - Wryter
I want to have sex with everything that has a Y chromosome.
My femininity will rub off on you if you get too close.
I must vomit at the sight of bras, panties, and girls in general.
I am horribly offended when you mention any of the following: gay porn, buttsex, femininity, cross-genders, and bad decorating.
I am overly emotional.
I have seen RENT, Brokeback Mountain, and the Laramie Project.
I march in parades, and shout "I'm here, I'm queer, get used to it" at regular intervals during everyday life.
Rainbows are present in every piece of cloth I own.
I am desperately in love with EVERY boy. No exceptions.
Sticks and stones may brea
Literature
dear self,
1.
tomorrow is not worth waiting for.
sure, there will be sunshine (with
a slight chance of rain) and sure,
some kid will be smiling, and yes,
life is still
moving
on,
but it's not like anyone cares.
2.
you just want someone to love you,
misery and tears and all. maybe you
could spend saturdays curled up
under the covers, memorizing
the patterns of breathing. maybe
you could count the seconds but
the problem is that there would never
be enough, the problem is that
there's nothing there to love.
3.
no one is listening.
4.
i'd write you a letter, but
you'd never read it. i'm stuck
screaming into my own heart,
wonderin
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tell me about it... ugh i hate pain and heartache. but at the same time, thats really all i can ever relate to.