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Just Be Free (Collab With Barosus)

Are you still afraid to let go of old forms? Trapped by archaic rules and constraints You are still using crutches and don't see That your pinions were never even broken Can't you feel those thermals? That is me I am here to lift you above the mundane Spread your wings! You were born to soar! ---------- There are monsters in the shadows Who is the hunter? Who is the prey? I am here to save you from the darkness Where even your shadow left you alone I will use my power to support you But only you can lift yourself up and soar up into the sky and far away ---------- Freedom, a joyous astonishing sensation The shadow lands drop away below m

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Sail Back Home

One day I went to sea, I wanted to chase my dreams. I wanted to find my fortune, but the waves were all I could see. I never found gold, No matter how far I roamed. And the letters kept asking me, "When are you coming home?" I have sailed for so long, however my tears still fall. They taste just like the sea, just how far have I gone? 'I'm doing this for them', I tell myself everyday. But how can I feel close, to someone so far away? The letters have stopped, perhaps I'm too far to reach. I feel so alone out here, Will I ever forget how to speak? My compass no longer points North, and my boat is starting to break. I pace the deck back a

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My First Poem

Roses are not always red, And not a single violet I've seen is blue. I suck at writing poems, Unless I didn't warn you. Look at me, Tell me what you see. Can you see the real me? If not, then leave me be. I wanted to make everyone happy, but then I forgot about myself. That's why I feel so angry, And why I hate myself. I wanted to be happy, but I never ever could. Nothing ever seems to work, no matter what I do. I stopped loving the things I loved, and started hating them instead. I could never get up above, since everyone wants me dead. The darkness used to make me feel scared, but now I realize that it's all I ever had. The monsters

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The Chicken

Why did the chicken cross the road? Why would it cross the road? What was the chicken thinking? Did the chicken not know that the road was dangerous? Was the chicken running from something? Or was the chicken running towards it? What was the chicken hoping to find on the other side? What is on the other side? A better home? A better life? What does the other side mean? Are we the chicken? Are we the chicken, desperately trying to cross dangerous roads to achieve our goals? Will whatever that is on the other side make life better? Does it even exist? When will the time come where we finally reach the other side? What would we f