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Does it bother you that I wrap the word faggot around my neck and let it rest on my shoulders? That I twist derogatory terms about my fingers and braid them in my hair? That I display every hurtful word on the surface of my heart and string them up on the shelves of my lungs?
That I rather leave my heart in the possession of another girl's hands than that of a boy's?
If it truly makes you sick, then I dare you to throw me into the line of fire.
It wouldn't be the first bullet I've taken.
If it really leaves a bad taste in your mouth, then I dare you to strap me down to railroad tracks and wait for the oncoming train.
Make sure the ropes are bound tight.
Wash me out till there's no color, wring me of everything you find distasteful, pin me up to bare my soul, dry me out with bible verses and tell me;
Do you still find me pleasing?
That I rather leave my heart in the possession of another girl's hands than that of a boy's?
If it truly makes you sick, then I dare you to throw me into the line of fire.
It wouldn't be the first bullet I've taken.
If it really leaves a bad taste in your mouth, then I dare you to strap me down to railroad tracks and wait for the oncoming train.
Make sure the ropes are bound tight.
Wash me out till there's no color, wring me of everything you find distasteful, pin me up to bare my soul, dry me out with bible verses and tell me;
Do you still find me pleasing?
Literature
A Lesbian's Prayer
Today I've been sad and hurt
by those around me.
I've seen the way people can act.
And it's truely astounding.
Last week I met a mormon
He looked like a nice guy
But he gave me a nasty look
Just because I was with my sweety-pie
"Hey You! You Dyke!"
What?
"Hey! That's not right!"
What!?
He threw a rock at me.
It hit me in my head
My girlfriend thought that I was dead
God! How could you let this be?
CHORUS:
Lord, please save me from your followers
Please stay their hateful hands.
Lord, please protect the others
who identify as lesbian.
Yesterday I met a baptist
He said his name was Wade
He said he was concerned for me
H
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Nothing
You stretched, half clad in the sheets of our bed, and an involuntary gasp left your lips in a soft, gentle breath.
I watched in silent torment as I fought to tear my gaze away from the tantalizing shape of your body, pulling me in, lulling me to come closer. And as you opened sleepy eyes, staring into the eighth hour of my thoughtful company, your lips tugged into a drowsy smile.
"I'm tired." you said. Lazy words went with lazy fingers, fluttering over the bedspread in search for mine.
A smirk appeared on my face when I felt the soft collision of your fingers into my palm. "I can tell." I said.
We were whispering because everyone else wa
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Her Favorite Color
One of the first things I ask people when trying to get to know them is, "What's your favorite color?" I can name the favorite color of every person I've ever had a crush on, every close friend or any interesting person I've met over the last two years. I forget names all the time, I forget important dates, favorite song titles or the day we met, but I never forget colors. Maybe it says something about my character that such a superficial detail matters to me the way it does, but I even have trouble saying I know people well if I don't know their favorite color.
Needless to say, the day someone couldn't give me that distinction put me throug
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Cut and paste my heart wherever you deem fit. It would just be nice if you kept a piece to remember me by.
Full Title: "Going Out with A Splash of Every Color."
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Full Title: "Going Out with A Splash of Every Color."
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This is gorgeous. I'm glad I accidentally stumbled across it. I've read it over 10 times now. Beautiful work <3