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Cold and empty is the road I travel on.
Not a ray of the moon's light to direct my lost soul.
I look around only to find loneliness, sadness and sweet melancholy, as I walk an empty road.
"Where is the light?"
"Where should I go?"
I ask for an answer, yet receive silence, louder than any cry.
I want it to end.
"Someone guide me!"
"Someone save me!"
Alone in the cold I yell, as I continue walking on my endless dark road.
I wonder, was I just living not to die?
All i have ever recalled seeing was the darkness.
My eternal friend and foe.
Only dreaming of catching a glimpse of the moon's radiant light.
I'm trapped in this dark prison, constantly looking back on my journey.
"Curse this destiny so cruel!"
"Will this pain end anytime soon?"
I believe my hope faded long ago, as my dreams never came true.
"Why do I live?"
"Why do I keep moving forward?"
Many times I've wondered.
Now I can't take it anymore.
"That's enough."
"I give up!"
I'm tired.
I can't go on any further.
I stop walking, and just give up.
The darkness creeps closer, looking forward to consuming me.
I start to lose myself.
"Is it finally time to rest?"
"Is this what's best?"
Almost fully engulfed, I wonder what happens next.
My body is gone.
I'm about to fade away.
"Maybe this really is my final day."
As I slip away, I see an approaching light.
"What could it be?"
One moment I'm sinking into the emptiness.
The next, I'm ascending towards a warm glow.
A small ray of light, the most beautiful I'd ever seen,
shines through the darkness that had engulfed me.
With it, comes a vision of that Moon, I have been chasing for oh so long.
"Oh, what a majestic sight."
-The one thing I had always been searching for...
-That dream, that kept me going during my darkest moments...
It had always seemed like the insignificant fantasy of an empty, lone wanderer.
But, yet why was I was seeing it now, of all times?
My mind came up with a insane explanation -
What if it were a message?
As if it was telling me:
"You still have a reason to live!"
Whether that was the truth or just another cruel lie, it didn't matter any longer.
I now felt as though, I couldn't let go just yet.
I recalled why I had always continued down the empty, dark road.
It was the road that lead towards the dream of a fool, such as myself.
Even in that darkness, I found some hope.
I had to see my journey through.
After those thought's silence befell once more...
I closed my eyes, removing myself from sadness and regret, for the time being.
As I reopen them, I couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't all me ,yet again, just dreaming.
I found myself once more, alone, on my seemingly endless dark road.
I take a look ahead, only to see a small ray of light, pierce the endless dark horizon, far, far away.
I once again walk on.
For now, I will continue to tread the path that's been laid before me.
My dream remains in mind.
I now know I will find the moon at the end of this path.
Not a ray of the moon's light to direct my lost soul.
I look around only to find loneliness, sadness and sweet melancholy, as I walk an empty road.
"Where is the light?"
"Where should I go?"
I ask for an answer, yet receive silence, louder than any cry.
I want it to end.
"Someone guide me!"
"Someone save me!"
Alone in the cold I yell, as I continue walking on my endless dark road.
I wonder, was I just living not to die?
All i have ever recalled seeing was the darkness.
My eternal friend and foe.
Only dreaming of catching a glimpse of the moon's radiant light.
I'm trapped in this dark prison, constantly looking back on my journey.
"Curse this destiny so cruel!"
"Will this pain end anytime soon?"
I believe my hope faded long ago, as my dreams never came true.
"Why do I live?"
"Why do I keep moving forward?"
Many times I've wondered.
Now I can't take it anymore.
"That's enough."
"I give up!"
I'm tired.
I can't go on any further.
I stop walking, and just give up.
The darkness creeps closer, looking forward to consuming me.
I start to lose myself.
"Is it finally time to rest?"
"Is this what's best?"
Almost fully engulfed, I wonder what happens next.
My body is gone.
I'm about to fade away.
"Maybe this really is my final day."
As I slip away, I see an approaching light.
"What could it be?"
One moment I'm sinking into the emptiness.
The next, I'm ascending towards a warm glow.
A small ray of light, the most beautiful I'd ever seen,
shines through the darkness that had engulfed me.
With it, comes a vision of that Moon, I have been chasing for oh so long.
"Oh, what a majestic sight."
-The one thing I had always been searching for...
-That dream, that kept me going during my darkest moments...
It had always seemed like the insignificant fantasy of an empty, lone wanderer.
But, yet why was I was seeing it now, of all times?
My mind came up with a insane explanation -
What if it were a message?
As if it was telling me:
"You still have a reason to live!"
Whether that was the truth or just another cruel lie, it didn't matter any longer.
I now felt as though, I couldn't let go just yet.
I recalled why I had always continued down the empty, dark road.
It was the road that lead towards the dream of a fool, such as myself.
Even in that darkness, I found some hope.
I had to see my journey through.
After those thought's silence befell once more...
I closed my eyes, removing myself from sadness and regret, for the time being.
As I reopen them, I couldn't help but wonder if it wasn't all me ,yet again, just dreaming.
I found myself once more, alone, on my seemingly endless dark road.
I take a look ahead, only to see a small ray of light, pierce the endless dark horizon, far, far away.
I once again walk on.
For now, I will continue to tread the path that's been laid before me.
My dream remains in mind.
I now know I will find the moon at the end of this path.
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Writer's block
The pencil lies idly next to the notebook.
The icon on the computer screen blinks almost in a mocking fashion, the keys gathering dust.
That notebook is opened to a fresh page, not a letter or eraser shaving on it.
That computer is opened up to a new document, again, no words on it, not even the use of undo or redo as a sign that maybe something was once there.
And there's not a damn thing I can do about it.
I can think of few things in this world that are as frustrating.
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Shyness
Everybody knows that feeling
Looking at somebody half dreaming
Thinking about what it would be like
If the two of you were alike
We don't want to face rejection
Fearing that we worsen our self reflection
When we talk to them all we can do is stutter
Sometimes we just need a little courage
Everybody has courage no matter what their age
So whenever you're feeling shy
Don't just stand there and sigh
Remember that just 20 seconds is enough
Even if it's all just bluff
Believe in yourself
Cause when it comes to love
You are the only person that could beat yourself
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confessions of a misguided poet
certain things in my mind
would be better left unsaid,
such as:
i. how I stared at a bottle of pills
for an hour as if they would slide down
my throat on their own.
ii. when I stepped out of the shower
with bloody knees and didn't bother
to put a band aid over them.
iii. why I can't keep a smile long
enough for someone to take
my picture.
iv. who I wanted to be when I was
a little girl and who I am
right here and now.
v. where I tried to jump off a
bridge and landed in water
deep enough for me to swim in.
vi. what I wanted to scream at
you that day but I just stayed
silent and hoped you would forget.
no more pretty words and
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Well here goes my first piece of serious poetry. I came up with this one while once feeling moody and bored.
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amazing X3
love it ^^
love it ^^