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I found myself
In the same situation I was in,
So many years ago
Feet over the edge, ocean below
Before you die, you notice things you normally wouldn't
The warmth of the sun
The melody of the wind
The rushing water, churning about
The gaping mouth of the ocean
Ready to swallow me whole
I stared into the abyss
It stared back
I fell.
In the same situation I was in,
So many years ago
Feet over the edge, ocean below
Before you die, you notice things you normally wouldn't
The warmth of the sun
The melody of the wind
The rushing water, churning about
The gaping mouth of the ocean
Ready to swallow me whole
I stared into the abyss
It stared back
I fell.
Literature
And I will Always be the Moon
We have gotten so attached to these days and these months,
but a deer doesn't know a Tuesday from a Thursday
and a caribou can't comprehend that it was born on a September afternoon,
but they can understand this instant, this moment, this breath,
only now, no longer the past, and only the future when they get there,
there's a healthy lack of awareness in that,
escaping the fear of death but thriving off the instinct to live,
everything so primal and based off gut reactions,
I guess you could say ignorance is bliss,
but ignorance only actually applies when it comes to humanity,
oh I would like a life like that,
one tha
Literature
As the Moon
You're like the moon
The sun is loud, It will shine at whoever will look
But you do not do that
No, you glow for only Earth only us
You shine beautifully, Lighting all places that need it
A pure white
Like fallen snow
Sometimes you are hidden, Sometimes the darkness steals you away
But you come back
And you always will
So chin up, Keep shining
And know that
The ones who look for you are the most precious
Literature
At Night, I Cry
At Night, I Cry
At night, I cry because I can’t stop thinking about the old me
When no one’s around, I weep warm tears that slide down my cheeks slowly
And it’s odd, I feel so unsatisfied but I refuse to use the word “unhappy”
I think back to the times where I would just laugh with my little friends, gleefully
Now that I’m older, I feel myself constantly over-thinking
Just constantly thinking of bad habits and fears
Maybe it’s something I did; maybe I’m the bad seed
Maybe I do deserve this horrible treatment by my peers
Or maybe I’m just doing what I do best, over-think
I do it
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yeah it really brings you down to earth, to explore your physical realm, when you're contemplating suicide. So often we live in the world of maybes and what ifs, our lives are all potentials and questions and its a lot less tangible than figurative. When I get sick of living figuratively, I just sit and take a breath and wait for the world to come back. Life and death, thats all we have and all we feel. When the chatter dies down its small comfort to still feel the heart beat and the wind blow. Its comfort enough for me, though. I think in some ways pain is the only way we know we exist at all.