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To hear the music
To hear the sound
Is all it requires.
That voice, plays in your head.
No, not the singer's, his.
And you slip.
Memory after memory attack you
With barbed edges, slicing
Attacking your mind.
Tears stream, hands move
To find the blade
To make a cut.
A simple note
A well known voice
Can reduce you to this
What can I say?
it's a
trigger...
To hear the sound
Is all it requires.
That voice, plays in your head.
No, not the singer's, his.
And you slip.
Memory after memory attack you
With barbed edges, slicing
Attacking your mind.
Tears stream, hands move
To find the blade
To make a cut.
A simple note
A well known voice
Can reduce you to this
What can I say?
it's a
trigger...
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Who I Am, What I Feel
Do you ever get the feeling,
Of existentialism?
I do,
And it's driven me insane since 2006.
Yes, I get nervous.
Yes, I get nostalgic.
Yes, I get scared.
No, I have not felt that surreal, genuine thing yet.
Not what you thought,
Much different.
Don't feel sorry,
Come over and help me. Unlike the others I told.
Unless you've been through what I've been in,
Don't you dare call me selfish,
Don't you dare make me feel ashamed.
You have no business with me.
Don't tell me,
You got it worse than me.
I'm sorry bout' that but,
I need help now.
I can't speak to them,
I get a little bit nervous but I will crumble in humility.
I can't go out,
It's t
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Lost for words
I used to be able to take a group of ugly words, and turn them into a beauty.
I used to be able to have the words tell a story.
Now I’m at a loss for words, wishing I could bring back the inspiration I had before.
I know if I force it out, my words will become lies.
Un-relatable, and confusing.
Despite my efforts to change this.
It’ll remain the same.
Till I find my inspiration again.
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Bag Of Dreams
I once knew a boy
Who carried his dreams on his back
And kept them together
In a burlap sack,
Which he hoisted
And heaved
Until finally
He'd leave
Usually in the same way
That he came,
With a bag full of dreams
A back full of pain
And with nowhere left to stay.
This boy
Though so small
carried it all
Without a single complaint,
While his legs seemed to stall
And continually tried to fall
At every bump in the road.
But on the boy walked
He could not be stopped
On his quest to keep his dreams.
So to help him along
I sang him a song
So mellifluous
And so sweet
It became a lullaby
And slowly shut his eyes
So he could finally go to sleep.
And
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This is the first of my trigger poems. I have four main triggers, and I am hoping to be able to write a poetic piece on each side, as this is what is my major weakness.
I have already in essence written one, 'Failure' [link]
If you could comment, that would be amazing!
~Lani, ASuicidalPoet xo
I have already in essence written one, 'Failure' [link]
If you could comment, that would be amazing!
~Lani, ASuicidalPoet xo
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This is also true for me... I have two or three different songs that a person showed me when I got to know them a bit better. They put stories behind each song to kind of explain how they feel and to explain how she became who she was... And one song in particular that she showed me, I fell in love with (Red Sam by Flyleaf). However it had a certain story behind it that was really sad... Basically someone blamed her for something and so she started blaming everything on herself from then on. Anyways, after that, I did something I'm not too proud of and she left my life. But she did it in such a way that it hurt a lot more than if she had just told me to leave and never come back. And so now I blame myself for losing her, losing that friendship, and causing her pain. I made a stupid mistake and I still can't get over it. So now every time I hear that song, it triggers me really really badly. Anyways, I'm sure you're tired of my rambling on about this. I just wanted to share my story and get that off my chest.
I guess, you could call this a secret revealed~~
I guess, you could call this a secret revealed~~