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In so choosing
to not keep your
sad little delusions
to yourself,
you've only ripped open
clothes too small for your sickness,
your intestines spilling out,
fallacies so thick you can't see white,
green muck pooling at your feet
I feel so sorry for you, dear,
but not really. You are trapped
in a grey suit, with cardboard
technology that won't
make love to you, kiss your eyelids
thankful for your warm office whilst you
wag your finger at the passionate
that lose voices to your deafened ears
to not keep your
sad little delusions
to yourself,
you've only ripped open
clothes too small for your sickness,
your intestines spilling out,
fallacies so thick you can't see white,
green muck pooling at your feet
I feel so sorry for you, dear,
but not really. You are trapped
in a grey suit, with cardboard
technology that won't
make love to you, kiss your eyelids
thankful for your warm office whilst you
wag your finger at the passionate
that lose voices to your deafened ears
Literature
Pride
Glances wither, voices fade
Towers crumble, mirrors crack--
What's wrong with me?
This body that never
Was meant to be mine
This son who is always
Referred to as "daughter"--
What's wrong with me?
The bundle of sticks
That's a little too happy
The "I'm proud, I swear"
That's a little too sad--
What's wrong with me?
But there's this voice
This subconscious smile
That whispers what, maybe, I knew all along,
Says maybe,
Just maybe,
"You were born this way."
There's this thought,
This near silent whisper
That speaks from the cracks of the mirror that lied,
Says maybe,
Just maybe
"There's nothing to be ashamed of."
Th
Literature
Short Ode to the Genderqueer.
I want to tell you I love you just for existing.
For fighting, for being, for simple resisting.
For hacking up our binary coding,
For explaining, exposing, expanding, exploding.
For loving unlabeled, living without fear.
For painting my heart in twelve shades of queer.
For making me feel a bit less like a freak,
For being so wonderful and unique.
For showing all things between pink and blue.
My genderqueer beauty, how much I love you.
Literature
I Chose to be Gay
I chose to be spat on in public.
I chose to be called names.
Fag. Dyke. Sinner. Abomination. Devil worshiper.
Mistake.
I chose to be hated by the ones I loved.
I chose to be hated by the ones I trusted.
I chose to be punished for holding hands
While others nearly fornicated 3 feet to the left
And got a blind eye turned their way.
I chose to be told:
"I'll do whatever it takes to keep you from love."
I chose to have to beg my mother for acceptance,
Only to hear her say:
"Never."
I chose to risk life
For the woman I so truly care for
Because we are both of Venus.
I chose to forsake marriage
So that a man and a woman who hate e
...called judgement, delusion and a complete lack of evidence to back up your claims.
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I feel so sorry for you, dear,
but not really.
Hahaha I really enjoyed this one, for that sour humour and graphic depiction of the sickness.
but not really.
Hahaha I really enjoyed this one, for that sour humour and graphic depiction of the sickness.