ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Well demand it all from me,
But it's nothing you can receive,
I promised and lied,
I swore on your life.
I'm not choking, just forgetting,
You can ask of it again,
But I swear I won't remember...
Or at least try.
You can take my word,
It's nothing you haven't heard,
Three times before.
You can say it's meaningless,
But it's nothing I want in a mess.
I don't want it anymore.
Let's say you're on your way right now;
You're still behind and still there somehow.
Leave it behind, or leave it to me,
Because I won't leave it be.
I'm not saying this for my well being,
but I can't believe what I'm seeing,
You forgot it once again.
Don't you remember back then?
You can take my word,
It's nothing you haven't heard,
Three times before.
You can say it's meaningless,
But it's nothing I want in a mess.
I don't want it anymore.
And if it's of any meaning,
I'll just try harder next time.
The fight of believing,
has a very. very fine line,
You can break it or break me,
Because I won't leave it be.
You can take my word,
It's nothing you haven't heard,
Three times before.
You can say it's meaningless,
But it's nothing I want in a mess.
I don't want it anymore.
But it's nothing you can receive,
I promised and lied,
I swore on your life.
I'm not choking, just forgetting,
You can ask of it again,
But I swear I won't remember...
Or at least try.
You can take my word,
It's nothing you haven't heard,
Three times before.
You can say it's meaningless,
But it's nothing I want in a mess.
I don't want it anymore.
Let's say you're on your way right now;
You're still behind and still there somehow.
Leave it behind, or leave it to me,
Because I won't leave it be.
I'm not saying this for my well being,
but I can't believe what I'm seeing,
You forgot it once again.
Don't you remember back then?
You can take my word,
It's nothing you haven't heard,
Three times before.
You can say it's meaningless,
But it's nothing I want in a mess.
I don't want it anymore.
And if it's of any meaning,
I'll just try harder next time.
The fight of believing,
has a very. very fine line,
You can break it or break me,
Because I won't leave it be.
You can take my word,
It's nothing you haven't heard,
Three times before.
You can say it's meaningless,
But it's nothing I want in a mess.
I don't want it anymore.
Handcuffed behind the back close-up
If you love handcuffs behind the back, in arresting positions, and really good CLOSE-UPS, enjoy my shares. Handcuffs, ropes, even NO bondage; I only focus on women's hands shown behind "PALMS OPEN,"
and showing more femininity. None of this tied "PALMS TOGETHER. Prayer position" nonsense. where is the fun in that? 🤷
Thousands of divs to share
$5/month
Literature
Puppet Strings
:21
There's only so much stress and struggle a man can take
It's just a matter of conditions, you bend or you break
And most unfortunate, we get absorbed in it
You line us up and pull the strings with a score to be hit
:32
You sit and tell us that we're evil, you scream and you holler
But you're the one who's picking partners by dollars an hour
Expecting to be treated gently, a delicate flower
I hope you're listening intently, your presence is sour
:43
I could go without your life or wants
Free to be without your idle taunts
When I take your life away from mine
It seems I'm happy, seems I'm feeling fine
:52
...But then you make it back to
Literature
The Freeing
Maya narrowed her eyes against the rainbow colored blood that now dripped from her blade, almost swamped the floor and spattered her clothes. The freeing of Paul had been consuming of Maya's energy. The bloody tentacles had kept coming back! Maya snarled to herself as she thought of the ordeal she had just come through. She had done this before but as of yet, no human had survived.
The tentacles, wanting to succeed in taking over a human life form, had not given up easily. They had kept growing, writhing and fighting against Maya. However, the Proxitol had done its work and weakened the tentacles enough that Maya could truly say that they
Literature
Tied Noose
Tied noose around my neck.
I'm crying, scared as heck.
Why is thinking an ease?
Shouldn't acting be a breeze?
Wanted to jump, but I call you.
Everyone says "right thing to do."
No matter what I can't die.
Brain just won't let me try.
So many thoughts I've had before,
I can't even count anymore.
I'm tired of playing this game.
Recovery should be my aim.
Suggested Collections
I would give details, but it's personal.
© 2008 - 2024 Jeromii
Comments4
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
the best work
comes from personal stories.
comes from personal stories.