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I'm Almost There
Strung out
Resentfully sober
Drunk with rage
Broken down
Bi-polar oppressor
Twisting my face
They say...
They say...
They say the prison is here to save us
To cage...
To cage...
To cage my thoughts that are dangerous
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Weeping for the hollowed
Can't live through tomorrow
My pride I swallowed
And I put on cold smile
My choice is my own
An addiction to being hurt
I want help, but I don't
I wanna change, but I won't
I have too many dark secrets
Flowing in my veins of concrete
This is what they've done to me
The product I like to call "a perfect tragedy."
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Blank stare
Too peaceful
Syncing with blame
A mirror
So pitiful
Soon to break
I said...
I said...
I said it's too late
I want...
I want...
I want it to end this way
Strung out
Resentfully sober
Drunk with rage
Broken down
Bi-polar oppressor
Twisting my face
They say...
They say...
They say the prison is here to save us
To cage...
To cage...
To cage my thoughts that are dangerous
-
Weeping for the hollowed
Can't live through tomorrow
My pride I swallowed
And I put on cold smile
My choice is my own
An addiction to being hurt
I want help, but I don't
I wanna change, but I won't
I have too many dark secrets
Flowing in my veins of concrete
This is what they've done to me
The product I like to call "a perfect tragedy."
-
Blank stare
Too peaceful
Syncing with blame
A mirror
So pitiful
Soon to break
I said...
I said...
I said it's too late
I want...
I want...
I want it to end this way
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Let The Wounds Be Undone
Let The Wounds Be Undone
I heal to just be healed again...
So many wounds to mend...
My body feels no end...
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Without pain there can be no relief
Last resort hope gives birth to belief
I knew there was always something better
I prayed for the days ahead to get brighter
As I lay in ruin
I feel my heart still beating
Pieces of destruction
Can be transformed into pieces of creation
Forgot about yesterday / I only know of today
The light sparks my way / Pushed the darkness away
Life is what I'm fighting for / You can't hurt me anymore
I'm stronger than before / The broken pieces are now whole
I wave my tarnished hands
Over my t
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Tomorrow
Tomorrow
It's so complex
In the minds of society
But once asked
An answer falls instantly
I would have never guessed
I felt that way about you
But now that I look at our past
My next words are true
I would miss you, beyond anything
I undoubtedly would become so broken
I would fall into sorrow and confusion
I never want that to happen
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Every human goes through it though
We're given a life
But in the end we have to let it go
When it's our time
But I never want you to leave
I need you to stay
Who else would be there for me?
When I'm having the worst day
My tears fill up these thoughts
Glistening in my eyes
That simple qu
Literature
The Unseen Life
The Unseen Life
I thought pain was created to fade
But it seems like my life was crafted to break
So I apologize to the mirror and say "I'm sorry, it's too late."
I can't even look at my own face, as I can never accept my mistakes
I realize that I am brokenly made
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My mind bleeds away the memories I've wasted
Remorse begins to slowly fill in the gaps that are left
This stained razor blade leaves every dark moment perfectly divided
I try not to indulge in act of prayer, because I refuse to ever confess
Even in death I will never rest
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All visible colors descend into the ground
And time drifts off to sleep
Every sharp outline a
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The will to exist is broken
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The will to exist is broken
__________________________________
To elaborate on this, please read the the
first one of the volume, they feed off of
each other -
__________________________________
"like" my facebook poetry page if you enjoy my work.
--> [link]
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Stock image - [link] by
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This poem is written for my project, titled-
"Broken Wings Unbound: I'm Falling Down, I'm Soaring Now"
In volume three: Tragic Truth
__________________________________
Check out my galleries below if you want to read more.
Watch me if you think that you might like my work.
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Thanks yet again for an invitation to critique your poetry <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Smile)"/>
I must say something before I begin your critique. You were one of my very first critique request, and I can't express how much I appreciate you giving me a chance even though I was still the new girl on the block <3 Very Very much appreciate it!
Lets start with your title. It seems to be sending the message of hope which makes me believe that this installment is nearing an end. Rather unfortunate because this is such a lovely piece <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Smile)"/> However, your title may give the illusion of hope, but your poem says otherwise. Tricky Tricky...
Your imagery is once again very vivid! Dark secrets flowing from within, someone else begging to be let out- the cage. At first I believed you were talking of prison. However, that didn't go with your topic at all. I have come to the conclusion the ever constricting cage is yourself. Beautiful. Something everyone can relate too! In fact I have written a poem of similar thoughts myself. I can guarantee we all feel this way at some point or another. Way to connect with the audience. And because it isn't preciesly pinpointed on what you are talking about it leaves your poem up for further inspection and keeps it open to more views and connections. Well done!
The short phrases that are repeated and bolded seem to echo of the panicked conflicted voice locked from within. Yet, this didn't have as great of an impact on me as the first installment of this series did.
However, I believe this poem is still ingenious and reflective of a genuine soul. Thanks again for the honor; I'd love to read the next piece <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/s…" width="15" height="15" alt="" title=" (Smile)"/>
Keep on writting my friend.
May the odds be ever in your favor
-LuvThemHungerGames