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I hold you close, my greatest treasure. Something most precious between us. I'm scared to show it to the people in my world. They have been known to smash things. Make things irreparable. Or maybe it's just my clumsiness that makes precious things dull. I am unsure. All I know is I want you close. I want to hold you in my arms and protect you for as long as I can. Because, some day, I know I have to let go. Let all the people – both in your world and mine – know what is between us. And that should not make me fearful; rather it should be that I become brave. That the most precious thing I protect is an armor rather than a fragile vase. Strong. Resilient. All the more precious for it's rarity.
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Literature
Feeling The Light
I'm falling apart without you
Deep inside i'm crying
stuck on repeat in my head
Having no way out
Damning my self for eternity
Hearing your voice for the last time
Lost in my cold existance
Lost in your presence
Feeling your shadow
My soul feels tormented
My soul feels ignited
Feeling my skin burn with fury
Feeling my insides being torn
Wishing I were never born
Wishing I for a second chance
But all i get broken glance
But all i get is nothing at all
Nothing for breaking my fall
Laying on the ground injured in pain
Feeling the sadness feeling the rain
No one will help as they walk by
Even if they hear a moan or cry
A child of god just like y
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Let me be me.
I don't see why you're rejecting me,
Even God won't let me be me,
Hell will freeze over,
And heaven will burn to ashes by the time I grow a musache and beard,
Wouldn't it be weird,
Seeing me that way,
With a new spring in my step,
Man got SWAG!
Ha!
Weird word,
Let me be the bird,
'Cause I'm so fly I go high in the sky,
Like a tower looking down,
I may be 5'6,
And shit,
That ain't tall,
I may not join the NBA,
I may not be as good as B.O.B,
I may never rock the NYC,
But SHIT,
Let me be me.
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Embrace
She stood out like a sun spot blazing across the sky, eyes bright blue, energy radiating around her like a halo around the moon. A force to be reckoned with. Goddess among men. Something otherworldly, magnificent. And then, in just a split second, a little blink, she calmed the whipping storm around her and everything muted. The air still crackled around her, static electricity upon the sand. The bright blinding light receded into her skin and her figure shifted slightly into focus.
She smiled then, the most brilliant smile and extended a white, soft hand. "Come my friend, we have much to do, but not here."
I looked up from where I had fall
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It may need some edits. I wrote it on a whim. I have this feeling of love, of caring, for someone. It ebbs and flows like a tide. That part scares me. But today, it seems there is a great wave of affection. And with it, the urge to write.
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The voice of this piece to me feels like it could be a parent, especially a mother, and this is how she feels for her child. If I look at this another way, it could also be the heart of the person.