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Thick grey clouds float in the sky
Casting dark shadows over my life
The wind picks up and begins to blow
All of my problems that won't let go
Nothing ever goes according to plan
Then the rain falls over the land
Trying hard to make things well
As drains and rivers begin to swell
A torrential downpour is what this be
With zero visibility in front of me
How did I get myself here into thee?
Ignored the signs I did foolishly
Can I pretend to be brave in this storm?
By sitting in the eye all safe and warm.
Or I can go out timid and afraid
The only way of ending my own masquerade.
When rain falls in life it won't pass away
It's the type of rain that stays everyday
The key to clear skies lies dormant within me
To a better future only I can see.
But...
I won't decide all this right now.
Inside a deceptive calm in a storm.
Kirsten Z. Jacob
Casting dark shadows over my life
The wind picks up and begins to blow
All of my problems that won't let go
Nothing ever goes according to plan
Then the rain falls over the land
Trying hard to make things well
As drains and rivers begin to swell
A torrential downpour is what this be
With zero visibility in front of me
How did I get myself here into thee?
Ignored the signs I did foolishly
Can I pretend to be brave in this storm?
By sitting in the eye all safe and warm.
Or I can go out timid and afraid
The only way of ending my own masquerade.
When rain falls in life it won't pass away
It's the type of rain that stays everyday
The key to clear skies lies dormant within me
To a better future only I can see.
But...
I won't decide all this right now.
Inside a deceptive calm in a storm.
Kirsten Z. Jacob
Literature
Forgetting The Sky
I look down
...
After doing it so long
I fear that I don't have the stength
To even lift my head again
But no, I too scared to test
If I can truly look above
...
But I also fear
That one day I'll forget
That I'll forget the sea of deep blue
With oddly shaped fluffy
White dolphins and whales
Swiming round the bright continent
As its center
Or deep purple of a dark canvas
Lit only by the laterns drawn on its surface
Burning the hopes and wishes of millions
And the illuminating center
Radiating pure white light onto our dreams
All waiting patiently above my head
I fear that one day
I'll forget how exactly to lift my head
If not just to see whe
Literature
I'm Just A Poet
I'm just a poet
Stringing together words
In a way that tries to force you to feel,
To understand what I feel.
I'm just a manipulator
Gaining recognition by
Warping what you understand
Trying to change your emotions
Till they fit my own.
I'm just an instigator
Using my words
To try and lead you along a path
That was created in anger
And fueling your passion to follow it
Until you can't even remember
Why you followed this way.
I'm just an interpreter
Translating your feelings into words
While ignoring the very fact
That in doing so
I'm ruining the very thing
That made these feelings so powerful
But I don't care
I'
Literature
Suicidal
Blood flows from our wrists,
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
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Author's Notes.
Everyone goes through rough patches throughout their lives. Just as rainstorms occur. We all face the tough decisions of either going out and facing them or hiding and hoping they pass.
*This piece cannot in whole or in part be reproduced, altered or claimed in any way without my explicit permission. ~Kirsten Jacob
Everyone goes through rough patches throughout their lives. Just as rainstorms occur. We all face the tough decisions of either going out and facing them or hiding and hoping they pass.
*This piece cannot in whole or in part be reproduced, altered or claimed in any way without my explicit permission. ~Kirsten Jacob
© 2012 - 2024 KirstenJacob
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i love this poem!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!