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i scream.</b></u>
it's a white hot summer.
and i keep thinking about
something cool.
something close to ice cream.
here we are, the two of us,
sitting on the sand in the
shade of the big white and blue
striped beach umbrella.
that's when i realize that
the two of us are like ice cream.
different flavours, but both
pretty cold. [but warming]
you are chocolate-chip-cookie-dough.
'everyone loves cookie dough
and never gets tired of it,'
you said to me.
i remember.
i am vanilla-chocolate-swirl.
[sounds pleasant, but really isn't]
see, the vanilla is always too
sweet, the chocolate too dark and
bitter.
you are psycho-chocolate-chip
and everyone wants to try you.
[you have the right amount of sugar]
no one picks me. i look edible
enough, but once someone has a
taste they know i am full of Splenda
[fake sugar] and bitterness.
so i sit alone in my tub, waiting
[i've already waited so so long for]
one with an acquired taste.
[my waiting failed to produce progress]
you are picked often enough.
[everyone wants to try you at least once]
but they pay no particular attention
to the true flavour.
and you were wrong.
not everyone loves cookie dough.
[they get bored of tasting the same
thing over and over again]
at the end of the day,
i understood why i was reminded
of icecream by us.
after the sun beats down and
hits us time after time after time
with so much heat, we become
the same, discarded garbage.
at the end, we ended up
together, a melted mess on
the sidewalk adjacent to the
little sandy beach and then i,
[i scream]
it's a white hot summer.
and i keep thinking about
something cool.
something close to ice cream.
here we are, the two of us,
sitting on the sand in the
shade of the big white and blue
striped beach umbrella.
that's when i realize that
the two of us are like ice cream.
different flavours, but both
pretty cold. [but warming]
you are chocolate-chip-cookie-dough.
'everyone loves cookie dough
and never gets tired of it,'
you said to me.
i remember.
i am vanilla-chocolate-swirl.
[sounds pleasant, but really isn't]
see, the vanilla is always too
sweet, the chocolate too dark and
bitter.
you are psycho-chocolate-chip
and everyone wants to try you.
[you have the right amount of sugar]
no one picks me. i look edible
enough, but once someone has a
taste they know i am full of Splenda
[fake sugar] and bitterness.
so i sit alone in my tub, waiting
[i've already waited so so long for]
one with an acquired taste.
[my waiting failed to produce progress]
you are picked often enough.
[everyone wants to try you at least once]
but they pay no particular attention
to the true flavour.
and you were wrong.
not everyone loves cookie dough.
[they get bored of tasting the same
thing over and over again]
at the end of the day,
i understood why i was reminded
of icecream by us.
after the sun beats down and
hits us time after time after time
with so much heat, we become
the same, discarded garbage.
at the end, we ended up
together, a melted mess on
the sidewalk adjacent to the
little sandy beach and then i,
[i scream]
Literature
Good Night
it started with “good night”
and the way you stopped saying it
and I told myself it was because
you were too tired
too weary
too worn
and I made it okay
then I stopped being your “good morning”
and everyone else saw you first
and I told myself it was because
you were too busy
too popular
too distracted
and I made it okay
now it ends with “good bye”
and it's not a cry for attention or a ploy for your love
you can tell yourself it's because
I'm too needy
too jealous
too much
but I gotta make it, okay?
Literature
Cosmic Love
There are days where
I just feel raw
Exposed and open
When a sob is locked inside
And tears get stuck on my eyelashes
Cause I can't seem to just cry
Where I hold my stomach
As if I'm cradling my inner child
That weak, innocent part of me
Who will always fear getting hurt
The time is now,
And it is exciting
And terrifying
And anything in between
Because,
I never can quite seem to be
Just one thing
Some days I believe it's because
I'm diverse, experienced, open minded
Other days, to balance things out,
I believe I just don't know
A single thing about myself.
I ache for you
For the pain and suffering you go through
I ache
Literature
My Promises To You
I promise to always love you
Today and every day that follows
I am handing you my heart
May it go wherever yours goes
I promise to never leave you
I will stand forever by your side
There's nothing that can break us
When our hearts are intertwined
I promise that in our dying days
When nothing is as it was before
Not only will I still love you
I will love you even more
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Written in HMV with a pen on a ripped envelope.
I was eating ice cream with my best-friend and here we are.
The flavours could have been more colourful, but I made it more suitable.
I had fun with this. I ice cream.
Tell me what you think! :3 Oh, and tell me what flavour you would be if you were ice cream.
i scream.
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Ya, but I would have eaten you before you melted(de last line)....! Another zinger luv$$$$I'm a carmel sundae!!!!!