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an integrated concept too close to be defined
a complacent type of image plunged deep into her mind
an energy so fervent that she cannot leave behind
the musing that she's been here before
(because she has been)
Here is the part where her nether starts to wander
wrapping its eyes up, in, around, or under
a notion I know that she couldn't be fonder
of making believe doesn't exist
(Although it really)
Does prehaps dealing with something so upsetting
Bringing up things we know she is regretting
What she uses to replace the love she isn't getting
Does it make her feel less than clean?
yes.
yes it does.
Now...
Honed in, as we are, on what the problem is
Why she won't let him give her one little kiss
Her fear of being plunged back into the abyss
YES, Fear is the Name of the Game
(Isn't it always)
That, is what keeps their lines from being blurred.
Fear, is what keeps her cry for help from being heard.
The girl is afraid of one all or nothing word.
The girl is afraid of love.
love.
The girl is afraid of love.
a complacent type of image plunged deep into her mind
an energy so fervent that she cannot leave behind
the musing that she's been here before
(because she has been)
Here is the part where her nether starts to wander
wrapping its eyes up, in, around, or under
a notion I know that she couldn't be fonder
of making believe doesn't exist
(Although it really)
Does prehaps dealing with something so upsetting
Bringing up things we know she is regretting
What she uses to replace the love she isn't getting
Does it make her feel less than clean?
yes.
yes it does.
Now...
Honed in, as we are, on what the problem is
Why she won't let him give her one little kiss
Her fear of being plunged back into the abyss
YES, Fear is the Name of the Game
(Isn't it always)
That, is what keeps their lines from being blurred.
Fear, is what keeps her cry for help from being heard.
The girl is afraid of one all or nothing word.
The girl is afraid of love.
love.
The girl is afraid of love.
Literature
Asexual
Asexual
Not physically
But psychically
I think
About S-E-X
More than I care to admit
They'd say it's because I'm a
High schooler
Teenager
I don't know
But
I've never
Been interested
Physically
It's like
Thinking about space
Quantum demands
Things impossible
Improbable
That I've never felt
Or wanted
To come
Yes, I'm curious
But only by thoughts
I
NEVER
EVER
Want to have sex.
Is that wrong?
Literature
Asexual love
Next to each other, we lay, eyes looking skywards. The deep green grass tickles my skin while the moisture of morning dew hangs in the air. I turn my head and she turns hers. Our eyes meet, and at once, we feel the connection that has sparked so long ago. Both of us had felt that powerful connection, in which the souls meet, not just our eyes.
Shyly, she holds out her hand and I eagerly take it. Together, our fingers twine. Her warmth is soothing. I feel no lust, as much as she is beautiful for even now, there is no need for lust. Only love.
Our sides begin to touch. I wrap my free arm around her in an odd sort of hug. She giggles softly
Literature
Story of an Aromantic Asexual
As a child, I was often told about this wonderful thing called "love". And told that everyone "falls in love". If you didn't, something was wrong with you because being alone was worse than anything. But I actually liked the idea of being alone...
I told my mom that I didn't like boys and didn't ever want to get married. She just laughed and promised me that one day I would change my mind. Of course I didn't believe her- what child my age would?
Soon, I began middle school. It surprised me a little to hear people that I had known my entire life calling others "cute" or "hot". In truth, I had no idea what they meant. How could a pers
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It's almost 4 in the morning. I was staring at the ceiling, when it all just popped out. Like a jack in the box. I'll delve into the what and how and why later. I'm kind of in a state of dumb founded neutrality towards this peice until further notice.
On second thought. If I ever decide to demean the beauty of this peice by tearing it to shreds with analysis smack me. You guys figure out what you like about it, or don't like about it. Take it for what it is. Right now, I...I'm too frelling tired.
On second thought. If I ever decide to demean the beauty of this peice by tearing it to shreds with analysis smack me. You guys figure out what you like about it, or don't like about it. Take it for what it is. Right now, I...I'm too frelling tired.
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So sweet, yet kinda sad. I liked it. ^-^