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The way their heads turn.
The way you laugh when I speak.
The way I laugh when you speak.
The way our silence is broken effortlessly.
The way the silence returns in the end.
These moments mean nothing.
These moments are everything.
These times we share.
These times we laugh.
These things we confide.
These things we love.
These ways we speak.
I would not trade them.
I would not leave them.
I keep them bounded in my chest.
I let them reside near my soul.
You may not.
But I do.
And I will.
It is a part of me.
It is a part of us.
You may not see it.
But I see what is small.
It is hardly considered cherishing.
But I will.
I give home in my heart.
And I do not regret.
I will not regret.
These times spent with you.
The way you see the world.
The way you shape mine.
Thank you.
One day I will miss this.
I will not forget.
Even if you do.
I will always remember.
Thank you.
I want others to remember.
Not directly.
It is natural.
To be subtle.
Like it should be.
Only the different will see.
And the indifferent will hear.
I dedicate my life to the smallest joy.
Laugh with me.
Sing with me.
Dance with me.
Forget me.
Love me.
Care so much.
Don't care at all.
I want this to live.
It will never die with me.
You do not ask.
You don't even see.
I don't mind.
It is how it should.
You watch.
You listen.
You burst into laughter.
You move forward.
I follow.
That is how it should be.
That is how it has always been.
That is how it shall stay.
It will always stay with me.
And always with you.
-WX
The way you laugh when I speak.
The way I laugh when you speak.
The way our silence is broken effortlessly.
The way the silence returns in the end.
These moments mean nothing.
These moments are everything.
These times we share.
These times we laugh.
These things we confide.
These things we love.
These ways we speak.
I would not trade them.
I would not leave them.
I keep them bounded in my chest.
I let them reside near my soul.
You may not.
But I do.
And I will.
It is a part of me.
It is a part of us.
You may not see it.
But I see what is small.
It is hardly considered cherishing.
But I will.
I give home in my heart.
And I do not regret.
I will not regret.
These times spent with you.
The way you see the world.
The way you shape mine.
Thank you.
One day I will miss this.
I will not forget.
Even if you do.
I will always remember.
Thank you.
I want others to remember.
Not directly.
It is natural.
To be subtle.
Like it should be.
Only the different will see.
And the indifferent will hear.
I dedicate my life to the smallest joy.
Laugh with me.
Sing with me.
Dance with me.
Forget me.
Love me.
Care so much.
Don't care at all.
I want this to live.
It will never die with me.
You do not ask.
You don't even see.
I don't mind.
It is how it should.
You watch.
You listen.
You burst into laughter.
You move forward.
I follow.
That is how it should be.
That is how it has always been.
That is how it shall stay.
It will always stay with me.
And always with you.
-WX
Literature
cry for...
cry for...
the girl who sees fat
in all the wrong places
and wishes for a way
to eliminate it quickly
the boy who strayed
popping pills like candy
nearly drowning in sorrow
and creating a single red line
the girl who feels deformed
no matter what you see in her
how lovely she truly is
she's convinced it's all lies
the boy who has to hide himself
and holds more secrets than you know
but let's me see inside his heart
and stays strong for us both
the girl who just wants love
but keeps doing it the wrong way
she may not see it but i can
and she needs help before it's too late
cry for us, strangers to you
but not to others
Literature
A Way Of Life
I wake up in the morning.
I get out of bed.
And I check how much I need to suck in to see my ribs.
I get dressed.
I go downstairs to eat breakfast.
And I make sure I eat the minimal amount that will sustain me.
I go to the busstop.
I go through my morning classes.
And I read quietly at the table, consuming no food at all.
I go through afternoon classes.
I get on the bus.
And I go straight to work and make sure my mom doesn't notice I take no snack.
I do my homework.
I hide in my room.
And if I eat more than a few bites for supper, it's a trip to the swirling toilet to puke up the meal.
Every day.
This is me.
Every night.
Thi
Literature
You're My Brother -A Song-
Do you recall
The day when we first met?
Orchestra
How can I forget?
Your blonde scruffy hair
And your warm bright smile
Wasn't really what kept me
Going for a while
It was your eyes
Your dark blue eyes
They held something
I couldn't describe
Something new
And unexplained
But I did promise myself
One thing
I would show my love
When you're blue
And when you ask why
I'll say to you
'Cause you're my brother
You mean everything to me
And when my star was down
You were there to sweep me off my feet
So the next time you're alone
Under the dark still moon
I vow to be by your side
'Cause I love you
I can feel your protect
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I dedicate this to my friends.
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The assignment in class was called "My Verse." We were to pick a goal in life we want to accomplish and write a poem about it. It must be about what we wish to add or take from life. What will your verse in this world be?
So I sat down and wrote this. I don't think I can present this to the class on Monday with the other kids. Their poems probably all go like "I'm gonna play professional sports, marry a hot chick, and live in Vegas." or "Get a high paying job, use the money to get pot, and see where that takes me." 'cause that's seriously their mindset. No joke. So I'll be writing a more...dumbed down version of this as to not stir a 15 minute discussion on why 'Tenshi must be a closet tweeker for writing something so weird.' I don’t care what they think of me, but I’m sure my teacher would appreciate it.
These are my thoughts on my life and what I want to do. This plays on a few aspects that made me come to these conclusions, such as my friends and my hobbies. It also ties into what I want to do as a career, as well as getting involved with charities a little more often.
HAHAHAHAHA I bet you're sitting there going "...Wtf this poem says NOTHING about any of that!" Yes it does. In a very...allusive way. It is like that for a reason, and if you can decipher it than you will understand why it is written so.
I would love some creative input if you got any! Though it's not one of the more normal things I post here and I understand if you have nothing to say. I really want to know what kind of mood you get from it. Happy? Content? Depressed? Angry? Love? Unity? Friendship? Trust? Fear? Please tell me, I am very curious how this comes off on other people.
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The assignment in class was called "My Verse." We were to pick a goal in life we want to accomplish and write a poem about it. It must be about what we wish to add or take from life. What will your verse in this world be?
So I sat down and wrote this. I don't think I can present this to the class on Monday with the other kids. Their poems probably all go like "I'm gonna play professional sports, marry a hot chick, and live in Vegas." or "Get a high paying job, use the money to get pot, and see where that takes me." 'cause that's seriously their mindset. No joke. So I'll be writing a more...dumbed down version of this as to not stir a 15 minute discussion on why 'Tenshi must be a closet tweeker for writing something so weird.' I don’t care what they think of me, but I’m sure my teacher would appreciate it.
These are my thoughts on my life and what I want to do. This plays on a few aspects that made me come to these conclusions, such as my friends and my hobbies. It also ties into what I want to do as a career, as well as getting involved with charities a little more often.
HAHAHAHAHA I bet you're sitting there going "...Wtf this poem says NOTHING about any of that!" Yes it does. In a very...allusive way. It is like that for a reason, and if you can decipher it than you will understand why it is written so.
I would love some creative input if you got any! Though it's not one of the more normal things I post here and I understand if you have nothing to say. I really want to know what kind of mood you get from it. Happy? Content? Depressed? Angry? Love? Unity? Friendship? Trust? Fear? Please tell me, I am very curious how this comes off on other people.
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When I read this I wonder why the message is given. It seems to be a farewell; making amends and forgiveness and I am always attracted by it. It's as if you died in an accident and left this message as a special thought for all to conceive you by. The simplicity of the memories conveyed aren't depressing or sad but rather content. When you meet those special friends you always take a piece of them with you. Those memories that ask us not to remember, but to re-live it all again.