ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Deep within my soul the darkest clouds are lingering.
The epitome of the nights sky won't stop raining.
I can't find the holes, so the animosity seems to not be draining.
I'm stuck forever on a playground where the kids aren't playing.
I'm trying to focus with my hearing, but I can't make out what you're saying.
Stuck in an egg of loneliness I have everything, but something's still missing...
A plague of bleached maggots living off of what's decaying.
Savoring the chocolate at the bottom of the cone has left the ice cream melting.
Trying so hard to put my ideas on paper the pen is breaking, the ink bleeding.
So much force, the tree behind the paper can feel the pain and is weeping.
My brain collapsing from trying to process two types of thinking.
The glass that was half full is filling faster than I was drinking.
So stuck on one thing I left myself at the bottom, and I'm still sinking.
Multitudes of metaphors, but they all seem to have only one meaning...
The dilemma of my life; Being a dreamer afflicted with the sickness of knowing.
The epitome of the nights sky won't stop raining.
I can't find the holes, so the animosity seems to not be draining.
I'm stuck forever on a playground where the kids aren't playing.
I'm trying to focus with my hearing, but I can't make out what you're saying.
Stuck in an egg of loneliness I have everything, but something's still missing...
A plague of bleached maggots living off of what's decaying.
Savoring the chocolate at the bottom of the cone has left the ice cream melting.
Trying so hard to put my ideas on paper the pen is breaking, the ink bleeding.
So much force, the tree behind the paper can feel the pain and is weeping.
My brain collapsing from trying to process two types of thinking.
The glass that was half full is filling faster than I was drinking.
So stuck on one thing I left myself at the bottom, and I'm still sinking.
Multitudes of metaphors, but they all seem to have only one meaning...
The dilemma of my life; Being a dreamer afflicted with the sickness of knowing.
Suggested Collections
having been an artist all my life, and slowly over the years taking in ideas of philosophy makes a lot of things difficult/contradicting. but i know it can work, i've seen it. and after writing this i think i can break that barrier as well 
Edit: fixed some typos
Edit: fixed some typos
© 2008 - 2024 DexMecha
Comments2
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
I think you have so much anger, sadness and frustration that comes through in your work. It becomes real and real can be bitter. I like it.