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In from the window
through which the wind blows
drifts the sound of names
of those children now grown.
I recognize the whispers
to me they are known
but I am alone,
far from home,
and no one knows me anymore.
through which the wind blows
drifts the sound of names
of those children now grown.
I recognize the whispers
to me they are known
but I am alone,
far from home,
and no one knows me anymore.
Literature
This Heat
This heat is not a temperature
It is a weight, a drag on ones bones.
It settles around ones shoulders, limply hanging.
It is a slope towards shadows and places of rest,
A climb up level open cliffs called parking lots.
One steps inside, and over the course of long minutes
It uncoils and falls away in thick salty layers.
To go back and take them up again is herculean.
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...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
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Gone
It's like a punch in my gut
A hole in my throat
Cotton in my head
I can't seem to accept the reality
I see your grave
I sit in your empty chair
Watch as your room became just a memory
The old photos of us smiling
The memories of us laughing
The old songs we used to sing
It both haunts and comforts me
Life has never been easy
But now it'll be so much harder
Time became my enemy
Fooling me into believing I had so much more
Just turn the clock back
Rewind the tapes of those happy memories once more
Come back to me
Tell me it'll all be ok.
But there's a sting in my heart
And it reminds me you're gone
I know this pain will be with me always
How co
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A very good well-constructed poem. I like it. It's easy to empathise with it but my way of dealing with this natural feeling is to follow my golden rule of constantly reinforcing a neural pathway in my brain by reciting this mantra:
NO morbid thinking
NO negative thoughts
NO looking back
Then I listen to Sir Harry Lauder singing 'Keep Right On to the End of the Road'.
Go git 'em!
NO morbid thinking
NO negative thoughts
NO looking back
Then I listen to Sir Harry Lauder singing 'Keep Right On to the End of the Road'.
Go git 'em!