ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
i.
there is nothing poetic about you.
there are no pauses between your words,
there are no stars lighting up your eyes,
there are no smiles that mean anything to you,
not when you're holding on
instead of letting go.
and yet, if you're so broken,
so worthless,
so ready to drown,
so ready for the way out,
excuse me.
any way out,
how is it that i can hold your face in my hands,
look into your tired eyes and read your soul in
three and a half million words,
and think,
she's beautiful?
ii.
you think you're tough?
you think you're strong?
you think you're cold and empty and lonely and done?
and you think you're fooling me with your beautiful words,
your gracefully spun metaphors?
not a chance.
you may not think anyone sees you.
not the sun,
[all it does is shine when you're a thunderstorm begging to explode]
not the stars,
[all they do is dance when you're too tired to take another step]
not the eyes of those you love the most,
[all they do is see what they want, not what you're screaming deep inside]
but i see you.
i have always seen you.
iii.
this world is the ugliest place anyone could dream up.
it's hurting, screaming, crying, breaking, dying, feeling, stretching, living.
it's hatred.
it's evil.
it's loving and not being loved,
hoping and losing everything,
wishing and waiting,
wanting and not having,
needing and begging,
being forgotten and fading away,
when all you need is a reminder that someone cares.
but guess what?
this world is the most beautiful place anyone could ever imagine.
it's laughing, hoping, hugging, loving, feeling, breathing, believing, living.
it's when someone you don't know holds open a door and smiles.
it's when someone you love makes you smile, just because.
it's loving and not being loved,
[and when you're tired of running in circles, you'll open your eyes to every possibility]
hoping and losing everything,
[and once nothing's left, you'll get up and start over]
wishing and waiting,
[and when you get tired of waiting, you'll be strong and make it happen on your own]
wanting and not having,
[and once you see that you're okay anyway, you'll laugh away extremity]
needing and begging,
[and when you realize you don't have to beg, you'll see that all you need is belief-in yourself]
being forgotten and fading away,
[and when you're invisible, you'll look around and find the person who sees you anyway]
when all you need is a reminder that someone cares
[and you'll look in the mirror and think, i care. because you're the most important person of all].
the most beautiful thing about our world is pain.
the ability to feel, to cry, to laugh, to break, to believe.
you.
i believe in you.
you are stronger than you'll ever know,
strong enough to take the darkness you see
and paint it.
paint it gold and crimson and blue and violet and green and soon,
it'll be yours.
you hold the world in the palm of your hand.
you can call it ugly,
or you can call it beautiful.
like you.
iv.
to save someone, you have to be running straight into the flames.
[so run, headfirst, and forget about the burns because everything will fade eventually]
and you have to carry them,
[so give it everything you've got, because it may feel like they're counting on you, but really, you're counting on yourself]
and you say you can't brave the heat and the smoke and the pain,
[so say it again to let it go, because you're the strongest in the world and flames will always roll off your back]
and you say you couldn't possibly do it for yourself.
[so look in the mirror and tell yourself again, and watch as she raises an eyebrow and dares you, why not?]
you say you can't pick yourself up off the floor and take a deep breath and walk,
because it hurts too much to even think about tripping and falling.
[so forget about tripping, forget about falling, forget about failure.
close your eyes and remember what it was like for that one second when you truly believed
you could fly,
and jump]
to save someone, you have to forget about the flames,
forget about the heat,
forget about the smoke,
forget about the pain.
to save someone, you have to love them.
you have to love yourself.
and then it doesn't matter
just how high that fire intends to leap.
to save you, i'll leap higher.
there is nothing poetic about you.
there are no pauses between your words,
there are no stars lighting up your eyes,
there are no smiles that mean anything to you,
not when you're holding on
instead of letting go.
and yet, if you're so broken,
so worthless,
so ready to drown,
so ready for the way out,
excuse me.
any way out,
how is it that i can hold your face in my hands,
look into your tired eyes and read your soul in
three and a half million words,
and think,
she's beautiful?
ii.
you think you're tough?
you think you're strong?
you think you're cold and empty and lonely and done?
and you think you're fooling me with your beautiful words,
your gracefully spun metaphors?
not a chance.
you may not think anyone sees you.
not the sun,
[all it does is shine when you're a thunderstorm begging to explode]
not the stars,
[all they do is dance when you're too tired to take another step]
not the eyes of those you love the most,
[all they do is see what they want, not what you're screaming deep inside]
but i see you.
i have always seen you.
iii.
this world is the ugliest place anyone could dream up.
it's hurting, screaming, crying, breaking, dying, feeling, stretching, living.
it's hatred.
it's evil.
it's loving and not being loved,
hoping and losing everything,
wishing and waiting,
wanting and not having,
needing and begging,
being forgotten and fading away,
when all you need is a reminder that someone cares.
but guess what?
this world is the most beautiful place anyone could ever imagine.
it's laughing, hoping, hugging, loving, feeling, breathing, believing, living.
it's when someone you don't know holds open a door and smiles.
it's when someone you love makes you smile, just because.
it's loving and not being loved,
[and when you're tired of running in circles, you'll open your eyes to every possibility]
hoping and losing everything,
[and once nothing's left, you'll get up and start over]
wishing and waiting,
[and when you get tired of waiting, you'll be strong and make it happen on your own]
wanting and not having,
[and once you see that you're okay anyway, you'll laugh away extremity]
needing and begging,
[and when you realize you don't have to beg, you'll see that all you need is belief-in yourself]
being forgotten and fading away,
[and when you're invisible, you'll look around and find the person who sees you anyway]
when all you need is a reminder that someone cares
[and you'll look in the mirror and think, i care. because you're the most important person of all].
the most beautiful thing about our world is pain.
the ability to feel, to cry, to laugh, to break, to believe.
you.
i believe in you.
you are stronger than you'll ever know,
strong enough to take the darkness you see
and paint it.
paint it gold and crimson and blue and violet and green and soon,
it'll be yours.
you hold the world in the palm of your hand.
you can call it ugly,
or you can call it beautiful.
like you.
iv.
to save someone, you have to be running straight into the flames.
[so run, headfirst, and forget about the burns because everything will fade eventually]
and you have to carry them,
[so give it everything you've got, because it may feel like they're counting on you, but really, you're counting on yourself]
and you say you can't brave the heat and the smoke and the pain,
[so say it again to let it go, because you're the strongest in the world and flames will always roll off your back]
and you say you couldn't possibly do it for yourself.
[so look in the mirror and tell yourself again, and watch as she raises an eyebrow and dares you, why not?]
you say you can't pick yourself up off the floor and take a deep breath and walk,
because it hurts too much to even think about tripping and falling.
[so forget about tripping, forget about falling, forget about failure.
close your eyes and remember what it was like for that one second when you truly believed
you could fly,
and jump]
to save someone, you have to forget about the flames,
forget about the heat,
forget about the smoke,
forget about the pain.
to save someone, you have to love them.
you have to love yourself.
and then it doesn't matter
just how high that fire intends to leap.
to save you, i'll leap higher.
Literature
A History of Imaginarium
When we were young, we believed. In myths, in legends, in stories beyond the wildest imagination of the best story teller in the world. Tomorrow always held surprises, new stories, and new worlds for our imaginations to explore. Everything began with 'Once upon a time' and ended with 'Happily ever after.' We lived in a land where we all owned pet tyrannosaurus rexes, maybe a few dragons, a sword that rivaled Excalibur and faeries and pixies, who just happened to make great playmates. Fae food for some reason always seemed to be so much better than your average meal, and who needs an adult to talk sense to, when you could have a talking lion?
Literature
the things they should have told us
see, no one really warns us about growing up.
they leave out things like heartbreak and gossip and broken people you could have saved but didn't.
it is this: the girl who holds her wrists and sits alone and tells me no child should ever grow up being afraid of someone who should love them. Her eyes are fierce, and something inside me is screaming but the clock ticks and the moment is past. i pretend i can't hear the pieces of her shatter as they hit the floor.
the next time we speak there are new shadows beneath her eyes and her shoulders hunch as if somehow she could fold into herself and disappear. maybe it would be better for us both if
Literature
don't forget to let me go
(the worst thing I’ve ever been
is an accident)
my words have no filter and I am
too many apologies bound
together by the stringent belief
tomorrow is worth more than today—
remember that summer when I was
beautiful? all covered in amber fog
and delivered like a dream. I was
a porcelain promise, a lavender
whisper, a breathtaking cancer,
and so many other precious things
I just want to go back to that
time where I was unmolded by
mistakes and words unsaid
(it was never you
I have spent too long trying
to drain out every tear from
the ocean, my love,
simple tasks are for the
weak of heart, it was
never you)
I am still be
Suggested Collections
i can't stand to fly
i'm not that naive
i'm just out to find the better part of me
superman--five for fighting
oh, beth. i love you.
♥
full title: to save you (i'll leap higher)
i'm not that naive
i'm just out to find the better part of me
superman--five for fighting
oh, beth. i love you.
♥
full title: to save you (i'll leap higher)
© 2010 - 2024 straybutterflies
Comments30
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
That was beautiful. Can I post this on howrse? I'll make sure to credit it to you.