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As I lay on my comfy bed
I think of things inside my head
Video games and plushies I don’t own
Prance inside my mind of which I want known
Though Scary stuff fill me with dread
I close my eyes and keep them tight
Hoping that I don’t have to fight or flight
Of any monsters in my house
And in my room
Scary shadows run on the walls
I’m scared something will whack my balls
As I lay upon my not naked back
I admit physical strength I do lack
So I might just run through the hall
And in my room
I think of things inside my head
Video games and plushies I don’t own
Prance inside my mind of which I want known
Though Scary stuff fill me with dread
I close my eyes and keep them tight
Hoping that I don’t have to fight or flight
Of any monsters in my house
And in my room
Scary shadows run on the walls
I’m scared something will whack my balls
As I lay upon my not naked back
I admit physical strength I do lack
So I might just run through the hall
And in my room
Literature
Short Poem 1
I am just a mere puppet.With no heart I feel a burn.The touches of humanity burns. I can move until under a force.I am always lost.Always lonely.
Literature
Words: something so simple yet devious
I was born, thus I live and life is but a dream.
Although quite mad I'm quite sane and serene.
Mentally I'm eccentric and outside the scope.
I think there fore I am so quite quaint.
Nothing discourages more than fresh paint.
Heaven and angels Demons and devils where is the rope.
Evicted dreams of one lost I am but here to play.
Lust love and torment all the same thing.
Lovers quarrel as the mind begins to slump. Hearts are made to be broken as sex is made to be had.
Evil is nothing more than contemporary madness not good or bad.
Listen carefully as I look down upon what is to be me.
Pressing the button does nothing now set me free.
Mournin...
Literature
-Me-
I am the navy circle of nothing,
I am the churning stumble, the whisper,
Sorrow and failure.I am zero, locked in cold, barren ice,
I am neither here nor there,
Eternally in limbo.I am the dead wolf in darkest chilled night,
I am unguided, blind, without sight,
My tears don't fall.I am the empty oak in the hot, arid desert,
I am the organ, keys broken and pipes ruined,
Shattered hopes and broken dreams.I am the oaken chair, cut and hacked to bits,
I am a hollow soul, carelessness incarnate,
Still letting my friends down.
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