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You'll never understand...
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
For you.
But I'm glad you don't.
Because that would mean
You'd have to go through my pain.
And I'd never wish that
For you.
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I Will Believe That You're Okay...
If you tell me you're fine,
Then I won't question it.
I won't ask you about the cuts,
Or the bruises.
I'll turn a blind eye to everything...
Instead I'll ask that you join me tonight,
And maybe we'll cook ourselves a little supper.
Maybe you'd like to stay over? It'd be cool!
We'll watch a movie, play a few games.
C'mon you know how much I suck at monster hunter,
Be my wingman--er, lady tonight
And in the morning, let's go for a walk,
There's a huge park just a short distance away.
We could go on one of those nature trail things!
Hell yeah? Hell yeah!
And maybe, after you've had some time to think,
You'll see that things ain't quite a
Literature
I Met Me
Today I met a girl,
and she asked, "How are you?"
"Just fine," I replied.
She said, "No, tell me what's true."
Perplexed, I stopped and stared.
She was young, no older than eight.
Her eyes were still innocent.
They knew no hate.
"What did you say?"
I asked in confusion.
"You know what I mean," she said.
This girl was in a delusion.
Trying to be kind,I replied,
"No I do not."
She frowned and replied,
"You lie quite a lot."
Now I was agitated.
What does this girl know?
Acting like she's so intelligent.
I'll just tell her to go.
"Let me explain!"
She exclaimed in haste.
"I know you're not alright.
I know you feel misplaced."
What?
How in
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You didn't dare.
She smiled,
but it was fake.
She laughed,
but she's about to break.
She reached out,
but no one came,
tried to fake it,
but the pain stayed the same.
This girl, she called to you,
but you didn't care.
Something told you to help,
but you didn't dare.
What would the others say?
The ones who called her a freak.
They may taunt or shun you,
so you choose not to speak.
Then she decides to leave.
Because no one wants her here.
You'll never see her cry.
She'll never shed another tear.
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Overall
Vision
Originality
Technique
Impact
Vision:
It gets clear what you write about. Somehow you wish to be understood, especially by people who are very close to you; that might make you feel less alone. But then you think about what they would have to comprehend - and you realize that this is so excruciating that you want to spare your friends the pain they would have to go through, just as you say in your poem.
Originality:
The basic idea is the attempt not to burden the people you love with your own problems - an idea that occurs from time to time, but that is not overused.
Technique:
It is a very short and very simple poem, outright and precise. Nevertheless, you say all that has to be said. The first line stands in contrast to the rest and seems to express the misery of not being understood. You leave open what shall be comprehended at all, which makes the poem fit so several situations. Your text can be easily read, but something still bothers me a little, although I can't make out what it is. Maybe you could have decided on 'd or on would instead of using both, and you could have used small letters to begin the lines that start in the middle of a sentence. Just to make it a little clearer...
Impact:
The poem is appealing and deals with an occurrence several people might know. I am not sure how persons who are not used to the situation you describe will be affected, but if you have been in similar circumstances, the lines are very familiar. And without using many words, you encapsulate everything crucial.