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If I were a painter,
I'd paint your memories,
Your earliest day, and quirky way,
I'd paint you easily.
If I were a poet,
I'd scribble you some lines,
Of flower days, and country ways,
and other loving times.
If I were an author,
Your story I would write,
On every page, a different age,
as you slept alone at night.
If I were a teacher,
I'd give you all I know,
Of Classic lit and Ancient script,
And language as you grow.
If I were your lover,
I'd love you till the end,
Kiss you first, and quench your thirst,
and hold you while you mend.
But I am an observer,
In your heart, always a friend.
And there I see, I'll always be,
Anonymous until the end.
I'd paint your memories,
Your earliest day, and quirky way,
I'd paint you easily.
If I were a poet,
I'd scribble you some lines,
Of flower days, and country ways,
and other loving times.
If I were an author,
Your story I would write,
On every page, a different age,
as you slept alone at night.
If I were a teacher,
I'd give you all I know,
Of Classic lit and Ancient script,
And language as you grow.
If I were your lover,
I'd love you till the end,
Kiss you first, and quench your thirst,
and hold you while you mend.
But I am an observer,
In your heart, always a friend.
And there I see, I'll always be,
Anonymous until the end.
Literature
Dead Wishes
i lived long long enough to know that
There are no stars on my sky
They can't shine when the people lie
They won't shine when hope demise
I come from the dark place when there is no sun
It can't raise when the faith is gone
I lived long enough to know that I can't have the power
To change my life when its getting uglier every hour
And screaming only will make my throat sours
I lived long enough to know that even if I was silent
I will get killed for being violent
I lived long enough to see time slowly burning my desires
I lived long enough to know that I was my own dream slayer
I lived long enough to know that no one wants to
Literature
The writer in me
To put into words who I am
is to define a protocol, a set of rules.
I am everything, yet unique.
I am all opposites put into one:
body, brain, heart.
I:
think feel dream
obey listen contradict
write talk capture.
You:
a living thing, an object
the deep blue sea, a quarry.
It's part of me, my inspiration.
What I write is what I see
What I write is what I feel
What I write is from the writer in me.
Literature
Praegressus
There's a lot to be said of change. It is pretty much the answer to life.
Change was what happened when the first biotic molecules were created from inanimate matter and electricity. Change was was what happened when Mary Shelley penned Frankenstein and his monster [who, like those protobionts, was created from matter and electricity.]
Change was what happened when the first modern man evolved, and was what happened when he [or perhaps she] discovered the use of fire. Change was what happened when people became civilized.
Change was what happened when we stopped hunting and began farming by the rivers, began building up rather than out, be
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I actually wrote this a very long time ago - February 2009 to be precise. But yesterday a good friend on here took a line from this and created a tribute piece of art as part of a quick comp - and I love it! And it reminded me that I love this poem so much, and it took me back. And it also made me realise that I actually feel this way right now in my life. I forgot.
I've been trying to write a piece to reflect my feelings - and this piece is it. I thought I had writers block, but it turned out I just needed to go back and remind myself of who I was before.
So yes - this piece makes me sad and happy at the same time. It's incredibly true. And I think it always will be
Thanks for reading AND check out the tribute deviation by ~im-not-sana
I've been trying to write a piece to reflect my feelings - and this piece is it. I thought I had writers block, but it turned out I just needed to go back and remind myself of who I was before.
So yes - this piece makes me sad and happy at the same time. It's incredibly true. And I think it always will be
Thanks for reading AND check out the tribute deviation by ~im-not-sana
© 2009 - 2024 Kaz-D
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Brilliant, very picturesque in the immage dept.
Love it
Love it