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My mother shot me in the head
Shut me from the world outside
Snatched the dreams right from my bed
And stole away my mind's bright light
My mother shot me in the legs
To stop my falling if I ran
"Prevent your evil to seed", she said,
By keeping me rooted like a plant
My mother shot me in the heart
Stopped the depth and passion's flow
Tried to take my one true love
For reasons that I'll never know
My mother shot me thrice today
My being's trinity took a toll
Yet here I am, though tears have stained,
As she could never shoot my soul
Shut me from the world outside
Snatched the dreams right from my bed
And stole away my mind's bright light
My mother shot me in the legs
To stop my falling if I ran
"Prevent your evil to seed", she said,
By keeping me rooted like a plant
My mother shot me in the heart
Stopped the depth and passion's flow
Tried to take my one true love
For reasons that I'll never know
My mother shot me thrice today
My being's trinity took a toll
Yet here I am, though tears have stained,
As she could never shoot my soul
Literature
Deletion
I am the deep silent rage
Of deletion itself
Dare not speak my true name
Or unleash chaos
Upon your realm
I will awaken however
Upon your call
Utter the forbidden speakings
And I shall obey
And erase it all
I will not rest
My essence will pulsate
Until your request is complete
I will carry out your word
I will leave no star still lit
So dare not speak my true name
If you care for all that exists
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you're ruining your teeth
i think i
lost my way with words -
maggot-skulled,
i've unlearned imagery
or:
13 cavities
rotting to
bone-crowns &
starvation-poetry
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The Alchemist
You place your faith
In the maps and charts
Of fools.
You seek what God could never give
To those mighty Conquistadors,
Resplendent buffoons in pantaloons
Searching for a lie.
The fire dances tonight
In your inkwells and your elements.
It overlooks
The shirts, phantom-pressed,
And countless cups of tea
Undrunk, now cold.
The gold
You really desire lies beyond
The Aztecs and the Incas. It lurks
In you. Drag it out, screaming,
Into the pitch midnight
And then, maybe, you will see:
The treasure was always here.
You just needed to claim it.
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My mother hurt me.... So, so much.
But I deserved it. I always have, and I always will.
But I deserved it. I always have, and I always will.
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I'm so sorry, no one deserves to have family that way, especially someone who I can tell has talents and deserves love.
Nonetheless, it's a wonderfully written poem, your way with words is amazing!