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I cannot thank you enough
For lighting the way
I can write once again
A gift that means more than I can say
You have restored my creativity
Lost long ago
Guiding my pen
Through my highs and lows
You inspire every word
Every idea, every line
The good and the bad
The wicked and divine
You have opened a door
So tightly sealed
Set free my emotions
No longer concealed
My dearest muse
I am grateful eternally
Now my heart is on display
For the whole world to see
For lighting the way
I can write once again
A gift that means more than I can say
You have restored my creativity
Lost long ago
Guiding my pen
Through my highs and lows
You inspire every word
Every idea, every line
The good and the bad
The wicked and divine
You have opened a door
So tightly sealed
Set free my emotions
No longer concealed
My dearest muse
I am grateful eternally
Now my heart is on display
For the whole world to see
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...
wh
Literature
A Child Again
I wish I could be a child again.
Where all I had to worry about
Were skinned knees
And cooties from boys.
I wish I would be a child again.
Where boys ran away from girls
And no one lied.
I wish I could be a child again.
Where parents were devoted
In every part of my life.
I wish I could be a child again.
When there was recess,
And fun and games.
I want to be a child again.
I want the child meant wonder.
I want the never ending hope.
I want loyalty.
I want simplicity.
I want to be a child again.
I want my innocence back.
I want to not have to worry.
I want grades that don't matter
I want time outs to be the worse punishme
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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'Sighs' Gosh I so get this. Thank you.