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I cannot see
past these clouds
that cover my
weary eyes,
for this rain
of tears will
never cease
to pour forth.
Am I to mourn
the loss of you
every passing
moment, and
with every
single breath?
A forlorn year
is upon me.
-Brian Shuffett
May 2nd, 2010
past these clouds
that cover my
weary eyes,
for this rain
of tears will
never cease
to pour forth.
Am I to mourn
the loss of you
every passing
moment, and
with every
single breath?
A forlorn year
is upon me.
-Brian Shuffett
May 2nd, 2010
Literature
Fading Lullaby
Far away the time when
Simple words uttered
in my ears, appeased me.
A time when I knew how to
close my eyes without a worry.
The enchanting symphony
of my mother's soothing voice
reasoning through my mind
warming my very heart and soul
For one moment making me whole.
The calming swinging motion
within your mother's arms
A gentle touch , a reassuring presence
A neverending voyage through
the kingdom of endless dreams.
Lately my life motion is set
on a circulary nightmare
A demoralizing, soul crunching maze
The warmth of tender arms has been
shifted for a cold, suffocating grasp.
The once sweet symphony
has lost of
Literature
The Damager
I spit venom
Spreading lies and deceit
For the purpose of manipulating you
and filling you with hate
My methods may vary
But my intention's the same
to hollow you out
and fill you with rage
I'm not your friend
Though I may pretend to be
Just so I can betray you
and leave you empty
To cloud your mind
and destroy your faith
To disenfranchise you
and drive you insane
To fill you with anger
and tempered rage
To strengthen my cause
of inflicting more pain
So watch as I demonstrate
the chaos I bring
For I am the damager
This is my time to reign
Literature
Rather
Maybe I would choose to watch you at the other end of the shore-
Of this rather large water-scape, just to see you chew your grievances.
Or maybe I would take a boat to where you're standing and spit dry, pathetic words-
Your way so you could, one day, take faith in all I have to say.
Perhaps I could relax here quietly as the tension slowly builds up the crusty grime-
On my shoulders, just to feel my tears spill at, "I miss you"
Or I could let the wind off the water chill my existence and carefully wash my dirty-
laundry they call skin away, and be eaten alive by the ocean.
So when the time would come, you'd swim exhaustively just be
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Today I was looking through my dresser drawer and found flight confirmation, baggage claim receipts and the like from November, and all sorts of things to remind me of Jamie. I fucking lost it.
I would have married this woman, and now she is a scar upon my existence.
I would have married this woman, and now she is a scar upon my existence.
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I haven't yet read all of your work, Brian ...
Has she passed, or still viable and simply not with you as you'd have it?
I'm guessing by your "scar" reference, it's likely the latter.
Has she passed, or still viable and simply not with you as you'd have it?
I'm guessing by your "scar" reference, it's likely the latter.