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For my soulmate:
For my soulmate I write
For my soulmate I play
For my soulmate I sing
I write because I care,
I write because I love,
I write because I feel,
I play because I like,
I play because I hear,
I play because I touch,
I sing because I cry,
I sing because It hurts,
I sing because it heals,
When I write down my feelings,
I like to confess that my heart,
Is the sole property of the one I sing,
When I play on this piano,
And when I touch the keys,
I hear my composed love song,
When I sing it's to get all the hurting,
It's to get all the crying,
Out to make room for the healing.
For my soulmate I write
For my soulmate I play
For my soulmate I sing
I write because I care,
I write because I love,
I write because I feel,
I play because I like,
I play because I hear,
I play because I touch,
I sing because I cry,
I sing because It hurts,
I sing because it heals,
When I write down my feelings,
I like to confess that my heart,
Is the sole property of the one I sing,
When I play on this piano,
And when I touch the keys,
I hear my composed love song,
When I sing it's to get all the hurting,
It's to get all the crying,
Out to make room for the healing.
Literature
Hate and love.
I hate (love) the way your empty (bottomless)
ocean blue eyes bore into mine and see right
through me .
I hate (love) your despicable (charming)
crooked smile you make when I say something;
it's like you're laughing at me .
I hate (love) the way your corny (cute)
jokes make me laugh for hours even
though they are utterly ridiculous .
I hate (love) your shit (chocolate)
brown hair that flops everywhere in a
way that shows you don't care .
I hate (love) how you always annoyingly (sweetly)
ask if I'm okay and really seem to care .
I hate (love) the way you never (always)
know what to say to make me feel better
Literature
A Kiss
Do you recall that day when you kissed someone special?
The time she gave your most awaited prize, a medal.
I mean, when the clock stopped, and you were alone with her.
And when you lost control of yourself and gasped for air.
You pulled her near, closer, until you became just one.
Your heart beat faster and you felt the heat of the sun.
And because it was your first time, you thought This is fun!
Those glaring blue eyes revived the Phoenix inside you.
You wanted her so much. And you just don't want to rest.
It was as if those fingers that traveled from your chest,
To your back, face, then intertwined with your hands like glue
Made
Literature
Love
Do you listen to its melody?
Do you hear its sound?
Do you feel its spirit?
Do you understand?
It's everywhere.
It's in everyone.
You don't need to look.
For it's always by your side.
This four letter word,
is so simple yet compound.
It can shape humanity.
Yet, it can also destroy lives.
It's in every song we chant.
It's in every poem we compose.
It's in every prose we write.
It's what we always think of.
We can see it in a child's eye.
We can see it in our mom and dad.
We can see it in a friend.
We can see it in God.
Are you one of us?
Do you feel it now?
For it's what makes us all.
It's what makes us unite.
What is
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This poem was inspired by my secret muse that I know doesn't want more publicity because she'll turn red as a tomato
And also by this picture:
You can listen to me live reading it on the 13th episode of my podcast that you can find here: [link]
Poem detailed explanation:
This poem is quite special because I wrote it with several inspirations in mind. First I was having a conversation about love with my muse on how the love is a double edged sword, and by taking her opinion on the subject and mine as well, I knew I had to write something, I know I have to write something when my stomach is burning and my head is spinning with words left and right. On a side note inspiration is very volatile so you cannot just say that's something good, I'll write about it later, because later you will not remember a damn thing about it. And even if you remember something the momentum that was there before is not here anymore, and whatever you're going to write will not be as good as what you would have written then. So to come back to the main subject here, when I knew I had to write something I didn't want to just go and write, I was missing just the little spark to ignite the whole thing. This spark I knew I would find it checking all the favorite pictures that I've collected for this matter. So when I saw this beautiful picture of the girl playing piano and the beautiful landscape I knew I had the perfect picture for this. Also because of the title of the picture, which became the title of the poem, meaning "For my soulmate" and because my muse is also my love, that couldn't fit better.
Then about the structure of the poem itself my favorite number is the number 3, that's why I often do paragraphs of 3 lines in my poems, I think it's really a great number. Also I wanted to do something special for this poem, because it was after all for someone special. So I said to myself, I'm going to write 3 times the same sentence only changing the last word, and that's what I did. Then I took each of those 3 words and and I started 3 more paragraph with these words. And I did the same kind of structure for those, write 3 times the same sentence only changing the last word, then I though well it would be really neat if for the end I took each 3 words of each 3 paragraph and used them to write the 3 last paragraphs. So I started to write my lines and both inspired by my discussion and the picture, and when I was at the end I checked that I used all the words, and that it was correct. But it was not, so I started to modify try to think of other ways to put each sentence, and so on, but it just didn't work, it was not as good as the original one, and sometimes you just have to keep what you like best instead of try to keep that second though you had, because well they're called second thoughts for a reason.
So how did I choose which final words I was going to use each time. Well for the first 3 lines I just told myself, well I'm writing right now, so let's put write, then in the picture the girl was playing the piano, so let's put play second, and she's also certainly singing a song, so let's put that last. Then I asked myself, why do I write, well I'm writing this poem because I care for the one I'm writing it to, so that was the first one. Then I though well let's use for derivatives of the word care, and because I also love her, I put love second. Then I thought well you feel love don't you? So I put feel 3rd.
Then with the second paragraph: I'm asking myself the same questions as before, why do I play? Well I like to play this instrument, so I put like first. Then when you play you and others hear what you're playing, so I put hear second. And finally when you're playing the piano you're touching the notes as you play, so I put touch 3rd.
Then I thought well every poem, every story must have a bad part because it's not funny if there is not. So I though well why does the girl sing? Well she can sing because she might have cried before, or the song is so sad she might want to start crying, so I put cry first. Then I though well what does love do that's bad, well it hurts people, so let's put hurt second. And then I wanted a strong word to balance all this negativity, and I put heal 3rd.
Then I started to pick the word I wrote before to make new sentences with them. So I took the first 3 words of the first paragraph, and I tried to acomodate them in the sentence best I could. Also thinking of what the girl in the picture could feel inside, and what I was feeling inside for my muse too.
Then I couldn't fit all other words of the 3rd paragraph so I only fitted two. Also I know we don't touch keys when we play but we stroke them, though the word stroke didn't fit well in this poem, so I changed it.
So for the grand finale, I wanted the last 3 lines to be in the same spirit than the last 3 lines of the 4th paragraph, 2 strong bad lines, and one stronger good line, and that's what I did, using the 3 words in the same paragraph.
And also by this picture:
You can listen to me live reading it on the 13th episode of my podcast that you can find here: [link]
Poem detailed explanation:
This poem is quite special because I wrote it with several inspirations in mind. First I was having a conversation about love with my muse on how the love is a double edged sword, and by taking her opinion on the subject and mine as well, I knew I had to write something, I know I have to write something when my stomach is burning and my head is spinning with words left and right. On a side note inspiration is very volatile so you cannot just say that's something good, I'll write about it later, because later you will not remember a damn thing about it. And even if you remember something the momentum that was there before is not here anymore, and whatever you're going to write will not be as good as what you would have written then. So to come back to the main subject here, when I knew I had to write something I didn't want to just go and write, I was missing just the little spark to ignite the whole thing. This spark I knew I would find it checking all the favorite pictures that I've collected for this matter. So when I saw this beautiful picture of the girl playing piano and the beautiful landscape I knew I had the perfect picture for this. Also because of the title of the picture, which became the title of the poem, meaning "For my soulmate" and because my muse is also my love, that couldn't fit better.
Then about the structure of the poem itself my favorite number is the number 3, that's why I often do paragraphs of 3 lines in my poems, I think it's really a great number. Also I wanted to do something special for this poem, because it was after all for someone special. So I said to myself, I'm going to write 3 times the same sentence only changing the last word, and that's what I did. Then I took each of those 3 words and and I started 3 more paragraph with these words. And I did the same kind of structure for those, write 3 times the same sentence only changing the last word, then I though well it would be really neat if for the end I took each 3 words of each 3 paragraph and used them to write the 3 last paragraphs. So I started to write my lines and both inspired by my discussion and the picture, and when I was at the end I checked that I used all the words, and that it was correct. But it was not, so I started to modify try to think of other ways to put each sentence, and so on, but it just didn't work, it was not as good as the original one, and sometimes you just have to keep what you like best instead of try to keep that second though you had, because well they're called second thoughts for a reason.
So how did I choose which final words I was going to use each time. Well for the first 3 lines I just told myself, well I'm writing right now, so let's put write, then in the picture the girl was playing the piano, so let's put play second, and she's also certainly singing a song, so let's put that last. Then I asked myself, why do I write, well I'm writing this poem because I care for the one I'm writing it to, so that was the first one. Then I though well let's use for derivatives of the word care, and because I also love her, I put love second. Then I thought well you feel love don't you? So I put feel 3rd.
Then with the second paragraph: I'm asking myself the same questions as before, why do I play? Well I like to play this instrument, so I put like first. Then when you play you and others hear what you're playing, so I put hear second. And finally when you're playing the piano you're touching the notes as you play, so I put touch 3rd.
Then I thought well every poem, every story must have a bad part because it's not funny if there is not. So I though well why does the girl sing? Well she can sing because she might have cried before, or the song is so sad she might want to start crying, so I put cry first. Then I though well what does love do that's bad, well it hurts people, so let's put hurt second. And then I wanted a strong word to balance all this negativity, and I put heal 3rd.
Then I started to pick the word I wrote before to make new sentences with them. So I took the first 3 words of the first paragraph, and I tried to acomodate them in the sentence best I could. Also thinking of what the girl in the picture could feel inside, and what I was feeling inside for my muse too.
Then I couldn't fit all other words of the 3rd paragraph so I only fitted two. Also I know we don't touch keys when we play but we stroke them, though the word stroke didn't fit well in this poem, so I changed it.
So for the grand finale, I wanted the last 3 lines to be in the same spirit than the last 3 lines of the 4th paragraph, 2 strong bad lines, and one stronger good line, and that's what I did, using the 3 words in the same paragraph.
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I think this poem is beautiful, I favorited it a while ago but i never had the time to comment, i would be completely speachless if i was the person who this was for!