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"Live like you're dying"
What a great phrase to live by
I try,
But it just doesn't work
Things come up,
Life gets complicated,
Stuff gets expensive
But think,
If everyone lived like that,
People wouldn't get depressed...as badly
Or at least,
Things wouldn't trigger so soon
It's a very interesting concept
People wouldn't be heartbroken
They would move on with their lives,
And live life to the fullest
Instead,
They spend their time doing nothing
Thinking life is over
They don't realize just how much they have to live for
I didn't
And I regret it,
In a way
I still feel that way,
But I know more of what's wrong with me
I've accepted it
I'm no longer in denial
It's getting easier to talk about,
And I want to inform others of it
The pain it causes,
The misunderstanding you get,
The judgment that falls onto you
People that don't know about this are prejudice
They have their own judgments,
But they don't know what it's like
Most of my friends are that way
And I want to tell them
Tell them they're wrong
That it can happen to anyone
One doesn't choose to be that way
But I'm scared
I know what they'll say
What they'll think
What'll happen
It almost happened
And it almost repeated itself
But if I don't tell,
I'll hold it in
And I won't be staying true to who I am
Who I want to be
And then I won't be living by that quote
The one that I try to abide by,
When possible
"Live like you're dying"
What a great phrase to live by
I try,
But it just doesn't work
Things come up,
Life gets complicated,
Stuff gets expensive
But think,
If everyone lived like that,
People wouldn't get depressed...as badly
Or at least,
Things wouldn't trigger so soon
It's a very interesting concept
People wouldn't be heartbroken
They would move on with their lives,
And live life to the fullest
Instead,
They spend their time doing nothing
Thinking life is over
They don't realize just how much they have to live for
I didn't
And I regret it,
In a way
I still feel that way,
But I know more of what's wrong with me
I've accepted it
I'm no longer in denial
It's getting easier to talk about,
And I want to inform others of it
The pain it causes,
The misunderstanding you get,
The judgment that falls onto you
People that don't know about this are prejudice
They have their own judgments,
But they don't know what it's like
Most of my friends are that way
And I want to tell them
Tell them they're wrong
That it can happen to anyone
One doesn't choose to be that way
But I'm scared
I know what they'll say
What they'll think
What'll happen
It almost happened
And it almost repeated itself
But if I don't tell,
I'll hold it in
And I won't be staying true to who I am
Who I want to be
And then I won't be living by that quote
The one that I try to abide by,
When possible
"Live like you're dying"
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Please... Just Stop The Pain
My heart is breaking.
It's crumbling in my chest.
Please stop this pain
Before it consumes me.
My eyes won't stop weeping,
My sobs won't stop coming,
My body won't stop shaking.
I never knew I could feel this way.
I never knew there was someone like this.
Someone who I would cry for.
Someone who could hurt me this way.
I never thought we could be together,
I thought we were just friends.
But when I saw you kissing that girl
I just wanted it all to end.
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Like Tomorrow Will Never Come
We're still young,
with s i n g s o n g children's voices in our throats,
and beautiful muddy footprints in our hearts.
We're still beautiful,
with lopsided smiles,
and laughs that make the sun's heart ache.
So grab my hand,
and I'll show you the sunshine,
hidden under bluebell wings,
and butterfly petals.
We'll run in circles,
just to make my dress twirl,
and our lungs burn
(in the good kind of way.)
We'll jump in the rain,
with laughter pealing
like thunderclaps,
trying to outscream the storm.
We'll camp under the stars,
with only the velvet black canopy as our tent,
counting the stars,
and naming each one after
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Love Me Like This Is Our Last
Throw me onto the bed,
like between the covers holds a valley
where dinosaurs still breathe.
Where baby triceratops breed between our birthmarks,
shaped like great pyramids,
and the big dipper,
and the other six dozen world wonders I've found on your body.
Where I can ride long necks,
whose spines remind me of ivory and ebony keys,
vertebrae painted in black and white and varying shades of bruise
as my fingers run their length.
Press your lips to me,
like you're a junkie looking for that one last fix
before the cops close in.
Like I've got your need on my cheekbones,
and the curves of my ankles,
and the tender skin of my inne
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Written in the car coming home from class. I was listening to the radio and suddenly "Live Like We're Dying" by Kris Allen came on and I tend to try to listen harder for the lyrics, I'm not sure why, but I do, and as I was listening, I got to thinking, and then this appeared.
Comments/Critique much appreciated! Any kind...not even kidding here
Comments/Critique much appreciated! Any kind...not even kidding here
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I try to live like that. Sorta. Sometimes it works and mostly not. I was reading that and just thinking hmm if I was really trying to live like I was dying, I'd be doing something not lazily sitting here reading this. Lol.
Good job! Inspiring poem...
Good job! Inspiring poem...