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WHO gave you permission
to come into our lives?
WHO told you
we care what you think?
WHO cares,
about your stories.
WHO cares,
were you want to go.
Why do you think you
can take his place?
You are NOT my Grandfather.
You NEVER will be.
And I swear if you
EVER try to hug me again....
You are more of a child
then me.
You whine and complain none stop.
You wonder why I don't like you.
Don't you see that no one does?
Grow up.
Get a clue.
Get out of my life,
And DON'T come back.
You are NOT a Grandfather to me.
You NEVER will be.
to come into our lives?
WHO told you
we care what you think?
WHO cares,
about your stories.
WHO cares,
were you want to go.
Why do you think you
can take his place?
You are NOT my Grandfather.
You NEVER will be.
And I swear if you
EVER try to hug me again....
You are more of a child
then me.
You whine and complain none stop.
You wonder why I don't like you.
Don't you see that no one does?
Grow up.
Get a clue.
Get out of my life,
And DON'T come back.
You are NOT a Grandfather to me.
You NEVER will be.
Literature
If...
If all the world knew our pain
we might never have suffered
If all our friends helped us through
we might never h
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Mommy
Dearest mommy,
Although I have a sweet lot to tell you,
I feel out of words.
Your love is so literally true,
Like the innocent little birds.
When I look back at all these years,
The way you encouraged me to face fears,
I can't help but smile,
Every step that I take, appears to be a mile,
Because you always stand up for me,
That's why I so want to be,
All that you'd ever want to see.
It's incredible how you freak out when I'm sad,
You'd do anything to protect me from every and anything bad.
I adore the way you want to keep me satisfied,
I can never forget every single time you tried,
You tried very hard,
From the core
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Haunted
I gaze around this room. There's never less, never more. The orderly peeks in again, and I pretend to sleep. He makes sure I'm breathing still. These constant incursions would drive me crazy, if I wasn't there already. I can't blame them for checking. I don't want to be here. I don't want...to be. They took everything away from me; everything to cut or gouge or squeeze. All that's left is the pain; the twisting, the wrenching, the empty. That's all that's left of me. "A B C D E F G
"
I don't see an end, but I remember how it started. How betrayal and naïveté would leave me here to die, without remorse, or the batting of an eye
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God I hate this man. I've held this in for way to long.
© 2011 - 2024 Brokensmile5559
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You have to let go of the hate...otherwise, it will consume you...accept this person for they were...someone whose personality you did not like and go on with your life...Believe me when I say he is not worrying about this as much as you are...so you are actually hurting yourself...does that make sense? I'm so glad you can express yourself so well though...heartfelt poem...