ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Two endangered souls
Sat together
Dark heads almost touching
The tender softness of her words
Was a wash of relief
To the one listening
In the right people
Trust is repaid
In full kindness
Blow after blow
But it doesn't matter
Because they have each other
The other confided
Sharing secrets
That no one else knew
Two wounded souls
Torn seperately
But healed together
Not a mother and daughter
But a friend and a friend
Helping and Healing
She and I
We are One
Sat together
Dark heads almost touching
The tender softness of her words
Was a wash of relief
To the one listening
In the right people
Trust is repaid
In full kindness
Blow after blow
But it doesn't matter
Because they have each other
The other confided
Sharing secrets
That no one else knew
Two wounded souls
Torn seperately
But healed together
Not a mother and daughter
But a friend and a friend
Helping and Healing
She and I
We are One
Literature
8.2,2010
Tomorrow I will
S - T - O - P
thinking
backwards.
Tomorrow, I will write and read and
finish
everything.
Tomorrow I will get out of the house
and take pictures,
because the world is too beautiful not to.
Tomorrow
is another day
that I have a chance to say
Y E S,
but in reality
T
o
m
o
r
r
o
w
is another
No.
Literature
11 things
11 things
01.
If you had asked me a year ago if I loved you, I would have answered "yes." If you were to ask me now if I love you, I would answer, "I think I'm in love with the idea of being in love with you." I would also say that I feel guilty for that because I don't want to hurt you. I hate to see you in pain and I do cherish you, but I don't know if it is in that way. It is a confusing stir of emotions and I'm still trying to figure it out; but, there is one thing I do know for certain.
I don't want to sit around waiting for you anymore.
02.
I've written far too many pieces about you. Far, far too many.
Literature
i call this a heptahedron.
i'm nothing but a washed up cliché
with pages of poetry locked behind my eyes
and forced under my damaged fingernails.
skin is my canvas, an empty slate,
and i'm painting stars in colors that do not have
names; colors that only exist in my mind.
every day is a wait for 11:11 and the opportunity
to discuss my darkest secrets with four-leaved clovers
and moving lights in the night sky.
i'm dancing on the tips of my toes
to avoid stepping on cracks in the pavement
and killing a family of ants.
i spend afternoons making up religions
and teaching them to my stuffed animals
just so i can f
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
Number Eighty-Eight in 
100 Themes
---------------------------------------------------------------------------
.
.
Date: Thursday, 8th October 2009
Inspiration: Talking with Kizzie this morning, and realising a lot of things
.
.
We spoke this morning, and I felt the best or the most contented that I have been in months
Hope you enjoy xx
*EDIT* This is for #RawEm0tion's theme 'selfless promotion.' I give permission for this to be displayed in their gallery
100 Themes---------------------------------------------------------------------------
.
.
Date: Thursday, 8th October 2009
Inspiration: Talking with Kizzie this morning, and realising a lot of things
.
.
We spoke this morning, and I felt the best or the most contented that I have been in months
Hope you enjoy xx
*EDIT* This is for #RawEm0tion's theme 'selfless promotion.' I give permission for this to be displayed in their gallery
© 2009 - 2024 Soul-Reader
Comments31
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Wow, what a touchingly emotional poem. You really captured that link between two people who have gone through so much and who have helped one another. Sterling work and a delight to read.