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Dear Stars,
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon he was a sight of awe.
I wished upon YOU, stars, when I was six years old but I suppose nowhere girls have no business wishing upon stars that have had homes for a million years. Because almost twenty years later I am still the same old annoying nowhere girl. And I suppose I hide it better now but even crayon made soulmates can see that.
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon he was a sight of awe.
I wished upon YOU, stars, when I was six years old but I suppose nowhere girls have no business wishing upon stars that have had homes for a million years. Because almost twenty years later I am still the same old annoying nowhere girl. And I suppose I hide it better now but even crayon made soulmates can see that.
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She always fell for boys who needed saving.
She always fell for boys who needed saving.
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
Literature
Heart:
a rebellion
tucked away
in her chest.
they say
she's got skin
unworthy to write
poetry on,
but
she tapes those
lovelies
to her limbs
anyway.
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she knows her paper cuts by name.
Rose blood
on her tongue
reminds her of yesterday's.
Lonely bones.
A heart's hoarded secrets,
love me pretties, &
scarlet letter dreams.
But
do these boys know
of the bitter winter
churning,
like a blizzard
in her veins?
The sharp edges
of half-empty
kisses,
or the crisscross
folding
of origami limbs?
Her eyes,
as deep &
unfeeling
as the ocean;
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I got a response actually.
It went something like this:
I aim to make the nowhere girl a somewhere girl.. so that your wish may become true, for if stars aren't there to be wished upon then why do we look up when we feel down.. Why do we feel the need to wish upon the stars for all our biggest hopes and dreams, Believe and so shall you receive..dare to dream and never give in because the things in life that are really worth while never come easy..but you will always have my love and care..always. Liebe dich.
Kurt.
So the stars did their job after all.
It went something like this:
I aim to make the nowhere girl a somewhere girl.. so that your wish may become true, for if stars aren't there to be wished upon then why do we look up when we feel down.. Why do we feel the need to wish upon the stars for all our biggest hopes and dreams, Believe and so shall you receive..dare to dream and never give in because the things in life that are really worth while never come easy..but you will always have my love and care..always. Liebe dich.
Kurt.
So the stars did their job after all.
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