ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Verse one
Do you remember
That awkward conversation
When we couldn't think of what to say?
Do you remember
When we talked about the headphones
We were listening to that day?
Do you remember
When you smiled at me and looked away
And looked away?
Chorus
It seems our lives have become a fairy story
And I know all the words by heart
To most it must seem really boring
But to me it's like a work of art
Verse two
Do you remember
When you danced for joy
And I laughed and smiled 'cause it seemed funny?
Do you remember
When you stood behind me in that line?
We were laughing honey
It seemed like the right thing to do
Do you remember
The day when all the skies were blue
And it was sunny?
Chorus
It seems our lives have become a fairy story
And I know all the words by heart
To most it must seem really boring
But to me it's like a work of art
Bridge
I remember what you said
You said you'd never leave
But you don't know what those words meant
They made my heart and soul believe
Chorus
It seems our lives have become a fairy story
And I know all the words by heart
To most it must seem really boring
But to me it's like a work of art
Do you remember
That awkward conversation
When we couldn't think of what to say?
Do you remember
When we talked about the headphones
We were listening to that day?
Do you remember
When you smiled at me and looked away
And looked away?
Chorus
It seems our lives have become a fairy story
And I know all the words by heart
To most it must seem really boring
But to me it's like a work of art
Verse two
Do you remember
When you danced for joy
And I laughed and smiled 'cause it seemed funny?
Do you remember
When you stood behind me in that line?
We were laughing honey
It seemed like the right thing to do
Do you remember
The day when all the skies were blue
And it was sunny?
Chorus
It seems our lives have become a fairy story
And I know all the words by heart
To most it must seem really boring
But to me it's like a work of art
Bridge
I remember what you said
You said you'd never leave
But you don't know what those words meant
They made my heart and soul believe
Chorus
It seems our lives have become a fairy story
And I know all the words by heart
To most it must seem really boring
But to me it's like a work of art
Literature
Evolutie_paragraaf 58.2
In een wereld doordrenkt met verderf en terreur scharrelt onze voorouder; de Oetrus Hamsterus.
Trippelend beweegt het zich voort, op zoek naar voedsel om te consumeren. Het jaagt op de Poetus Pompeusoes; een kruising van wat wij nu als een eekhoorn en een stokstaartje beschouwen. Dit diertje heeft de eigenaardige eigenschap dat het in noodsituaties opeens kan vliegen. Zodra het diertje (ter grootte van een gemiddelde vuist) uit de noodsituatie verplaatst is verdwijnen zijn vleugeltjes als sneeuw voor de zon.
Deze eigenschap maakt de Poetus Pompeusoes tot een moeilijke prooi voor de Oetrus Hamsterus. Daardoor is de Oetrus Hamsterus ook spoed
Literature
Elf King Chapter 01
Storm clouds gathered within the sky. The sun shone through the single mouth of the darkness, shining on the coronation chamber. On occasion, the spires of the sages would be struck by a wayward lightning bolt, but no power came of it, it wasn't yet time for the event.
Sebastian sat in the chamber, waiting for the coronation. The last king was unjustly slain. On that day, Sebastian and his wife, Ilena, had been invited to feast with the king. This feast also served to unite the greater knights, Sir Nameless among them, to strategize. A threat from the people of a nearby land sang bitterly for their people and rumors said the heathens comman
Literature
6-4-14
We stay at a hotel in the middle of somewhere-nowhere, Illinois, small-town-almost-no-town-at-all. If you trek a half-mile in that direction you'll find a sort of main street. Most of the shop buildings are for rent, storefronts stand empty and dark, ceilings inside collapsed, some species of scattered lesser temples, innumerable ages ago discarded.
I walk long miles by night or day down empty railroad tracks, the tracks of passing writers, painters, engineers, coal, hydrochloric acid, freight. The rail guards riding last cars wave in passing and leave me on my way. Gravel and porous fossil-like cement rocks crunch at every step.
Peop
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
A song that is based on stuff
© 2012 - 2024 Morgana-Jones
Comments8
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
just reread this, and have to say how much I love it again