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I dreamed of you last night
Oh, how perfect you were
Brilliant white cheeks; tinged blue
By death's tender kiss
"Open your eyes, baby"
I stroked your hair;
Kissed your forehead
I loved you as if you were mine -
Held you close
But alas, you never were
"Breathe, baby. Just breathe..."
Oh, how perfect you were
Brilliant white cheeks; tinged blue
By death's tender kiss
"Open your eyes, baby"
I stroked your hair;
Kissed your forehead
I loved you as if you were mine -
Held you close
But alas, you never were
"Breathe, baby. Just breathe..."
Literature
Childhood
I am a child again.
I am playing hide-and-go seek under
my bed covers, kissing my pillow and
singing the sweet song of asphyxiation
with a scarf tight around my neck.
I am popping pills like dime-store candy
but getting no sugar high, just a low
low
low
low
low
and chasing it all down with bitter amber.
I am playing Daddy's little girl ("Little Miss
Anorexia", now), writing angry, scrawled
notes instead of carefully drawn birthday
cards and messy pictures.
I am sitting at the table, playing the great
game of life; but my piece has toppled over,
the cardboard world upside do
Literature
Mother
Mother:
The last time that I saw you, I left with bitter words
I never knew how much the things, I said to you would hurt.
And I never wanted to see you; so I tried to shut you out
But a Mother is the one thing that I cannot live without...
I've been to the doctor's room
He tells me I will see you soon
I'm prayin' in the lobby-
Hopin' that you'll be okay...
I never knew that things would be this way...
The first memory I have, is when you used to hold my hand
You taught me how to be a man but I threw it in your face
Still you forgave me and still you believed
But I took your faith and broke it up, like golden autumn leaves...
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Literature
A Troubled 15 Year Old
Father has a lady friend
Of ill gotten gains
Sells her body for money
A handful of change
There will be no benefit
For my family
On hotel bedside tables
You'll find our money
Mother has a habit
Leaves needles lying around
Down the side of the sofa
Where infant hands slide down
Hoping to find some money
A handful of change
A perfect family portrait
And I am the frame
A troubled fifteen year old
Born under a bad sign
I learnt like most children
To cry before I smiled
In time my smile will fade
Though the tears will remain
I fear for the things I will lose
Before my family change
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I don't even care what this reads like, this is pure pain. I have longed for another child for quite some time, now. I miss having a baby; the way they smell, their tiny little fingers wrapped around one of yours... There are so many beautiful moments. Two nights ago I had a very vivd dream that stuck with me and that's what this is about. I dreamt I gave birth to a boy but he was stillborn. Having wanted a child for a while now, it just broke my heart.
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So beautifully expressed.