ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
I hate my room so very much
Especially when the door is shut
The inside is so cold and lonely
I just wish it wasn't so empty
I hate my bare walls and messy desk
Which remind me of you and the rest
Everything here seems so gross and nostalgic
Filled with nothing or something in every niche
I hate my bed and the things I keep
I despise my bed's vast underneath
There are scary things under there
Things of which I am not aware
I hate my room and it's cramped space
I'd love it if everything was just erased
Then I wouldn't have such frightening dreams at night
Then I wouldn't have to sleep with a light
I hate my door and mirrors and belongings
They seem to be endlessly calling
To me, to somehow give up and jump through
But I never will, because of you
I hate my room with all my heart
I've never liked it from the start
This chamber isn't technically even mine,
But I hate it anyway, so I'll say it's fine
Especially when the door is shut
The inside is so cold and lonely
I just wish it wasn't so empty
I hate my bare walls and messy desk
Which remind me of you and the rest
Everything here seems so gross and nostalgic
Filled with nothing or something in every niche
I hate my bed and the things I keep
I despise my bed's vast underneath
There are scary things under there
Things of which I am not aware
I hate my room and it's cramped space
I'd love it if everything was just erased
Then I wouldn't have such frightening dreams at night
Then I wouldn't have to sleep with a light
I hate my door and mirrors and belongings
They seem to be endlessly calling
To me, to somehow give up and jump through
But I never will, because of you
I hate my room with all my heart
I've never liked it from the start
This chamber isn't technically even mine,
But I hate it anyway, so I'll say it's fine
Literature
RomanoxImmortal!Reader: GOOD END
GOOD ENDING:
I suppose you're here to find out what I've been speaking of, aren't you reader? You see reader, I am what you call a guardian angel. We aren't true angels, mind you, just spirits looking over our loved ones. I also suppose you're wondering who I am, correct? You see, you dear, precious reader, I am (F/n)'s mother, and the other one is her (sibling/cousin). Why am I telling you this? Because reader, you should know about her story for it is also my story. After all, each guardian has but one life to protect and look over, and you should know what we do, correct? You are one of us now, after all.
When she saved
Literature
/Melody Relay/ 02.- Tuesday Morning (Rin)
Tuesday morning, in the dark, she was completely and unable to comprehend the world that so chose to leave her for a while. Pitch black in her eyes, when she awoke all she remembered was her friends screaming, sloshing around with some messy concoction that would be classified as ‘fun’. The pounding ache within her skull made her wince and almost fall against the park bench that she was now occupying than the arms of her friends that she so apparently left. The bench was still soaking wet from the stormy weather that passed through that morning making the sky look so cold, the depressing sensation made her conclude that it was tim
Literature
ItalyxReader ~ That's Amore
"Hurry, _____!" Feliciano cheered as he sprinted past a few wandering tourists.
Panting, you continued to run after the bubbly Italian. His bright personality could sometimes be a little too bright, nonetheless, you loved your boyfriend of 3 years to death.
Feeling yourself come to a neat stop, you leaned against the nearest wall in order to catch your breath. You weren't wearing the best running clothes, just a delicate cream color dress and white heels. Your feet were currently killing you.
Did I also mention you two were spending your spring break in Italy? Venice, to be exact.
Feli noticed that you had stopped running. He cheerfully s
Suggested Collections
hate=an emotion
so it's fair to call this emotional and traditional fixed poetry, right?
i hate categorizing my works...
so it's fair to call this emotional and traditional fixed poetry, right?
i hate categorizing my works...
© 2012 - 2024 Bleachisepic
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In