ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
she drew pink flowers with crayons on her little white sundress.
"look mommy. aren't i pretty now?"
her mother laughed and told her that crayons didn't make one pretty.
.
"that's a lovely drawing," her art teacher told her in the seventh grade.
"thank you, it's a self portrait." finally she had received a compliment.
"oh, is that so?" the teacher replied and walked away.
.
she begged for attention, while he watched in the shadows. waiting for
the day she would finally break. on his back was a backpack full of insults
and racial slurs. he knew pain, and he knew it well.
.
he sat beside her while she cried by the graffiti-splattered walls of the school.
she held crayons, short and dull. she wished they were knives.
"can you colour
me beautiful?"
"no, sorry. i don't believe in artificial beauty."
.
"can you tell me a story?" she liked the way he got lost in the world
he was creating as the words slid from his mouth.
"once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who thought if she wished
hard enough, one day her crayons would magically turn her into crayola perfection.
but little did she know, a lowly farm boy was secretly falling in love with her. i don't
think she ever knew though, which is a pity."
"did the princess ever live happily ever after?" she asked, a smile slowly forming
on her thin lips.
"we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
.
"look mommy. aren't i pretty now?"
her mother laughed and told her that crayons didn't make one pretty.
.
"that's a lovely drawing," her art teacher told her in the seventh grade.
"thank you, it's a self portrait." finally she had received a compliment.
"oh, is that so?" the teacher replied and walked away.
.
she begged for attention, while he watched in the shadows. waiting for
the day she would finally break. on his back was a backpack full of insults
and racial slurs. he knew pain, and he knew it well.
.
he sat beside her while she cried by the graffiti-splattered walls of the school.
she held crayons, short and dull. she wished they were knives.
"can you colour
me beautiful?"
"no, sorry. i don't believe in artificial beauty."
.
"can you tell me a story?" she liked the way he got lost in the world
he was creating as the words slid from his mouth.
"once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who thought if she wished
hard enough, one day her crayons would magically turn her into crayola perfection.
but little did she know, a lowly farm boy was secretly falling in love with her. i don't
think she ever knew though, which is a pity."
"did the princess ever live happily ever after?" she asked, a smile slowly forming
on her thin lips.
"we'll just have to wait and see, won't we?"
.
Literature
perfection, LOVE, imperfection
Describe yourself in one word:
i'mperfect
"no, no, love.
you're putting apostrophes
where they don't belong."
"no, no, no.
one, i'm not your love.
two, i'm not a grammar freak.
three, i don't be long anyway.
i don't be long anywhere
i don't be long (to) anybody.
it won't b
Literature
i dont understand
have you ever woken up and not thought anything at all?
-
somtimes i find myself thinking that 'it'd be fun to go and stand out in the rain' so i do. but once i'm out there i find myself thinking, 'wouldn't it be invigorating to take off my clothes' so i do. but once i've done that, i find myself thinking 'wouldn't it be beautiful to climb on the rooftop', so i do. and then once i'm standing there, i find myself thinking, 'wouldn't it be magical to fall in love' and so i try. i try and try and try but i can't. and so there i am, standing naked on my rooftop in the rain trying to fall in love.
-
sometimes i find myself imagining that all w
Literature
who will you be tomorrow, love
some days,
you are a curious girl
--the most curious one
in the world, in fact.
on these days,
you would fuck the storm
to deliver me an umbrella
some days,
all you want is
for pangaea to reform,
for x to equal y,
for us to be miscible,
and for everyone else
to fuck off
and on these days,
you hate your body
for not being right,
but i fucking love you
in spite of the flaws
you don't really have.
i like the days best,
when you're on my bed
and you want me on yours.
these days,
you're more beautiful than ever,
prettier than a fucking rainbow.
but you must realize
how hard that is,
how hard i am,
considering the situa
Suggested Collections
and that is what happens with a bad case of writer's block. you come up with that ^^
theme: fairy tale.
the used
theme: fairy tale.
the usedComments101
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
that's fabulous.