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I'm sure you remember the "glory days,"
when you wrote your name in cement,
and carved it into the bark of dead trees.
When you weren't too cold, you blanketed yourself in the snow
and made snow angels,
And when you weren't too hot, you were daring enough to dive into
the deep end, even though so many people had drowned before.
You were strong enough to pull a sleigh full of people,
but weak enough to fall apart when someone else took your place.

Don't you remember?
You always said that fate and love and anything in between was a pile of bullshit,
but secretly, in the wrinkles of your noggin, you believed.
You were childish enough to say that Santa was real,
but mature enough to know that life was a cruel place, and a lot of people were great fiction writers.
You found long nights with the fireflies appealing, and kept them (like your dreams) in a tiny glass jar.


I remember,
when you realized fate and love really was a pile of bullshit.
When you loved reading the fiction you warned me about,
and a little bit too much.
When you realized Santa didn't come to bad little boys and girls, and he left a pile of coal at your doorstep.
When the fireflies' lights died, and your jar shattered into pieces.
When you had stapled yourself together so often,
your skin had run out of room.
When you didn't know how you felt about anything anymore,
and when you gave up on feeling anything at all.
I remember.
I felt like ranting, since something really bad happened to me yesterday You know how I am with rants
I guess this counts as Christmas-y, since I mentioned Santa? 
I hope you enjoyed reading this! It's a big pile of poop, though
When I write stuff like this, I often think about people in my life and the way they behave, so this is for that one "special" person that I chose to write about today. 
Some people are just lucky enough to make it into my work, I guess. c:
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Contradictory55 Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2014  Student Writer
So not poop, it is the sad story about growing up by growing cynical but more than that it is the world taking away innocence because it is harsh and it is cruel and it will leave its mark on you far sooner than you'd wish it but there is still beauty if only we've got the presence of mind to remember it.
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Miellat Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2014  Student Writer
Man, you really know how to read into these things! LOL 
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Contradictory55 Featured By Owner Aug 4, 2014  Student Writer
:D I adore reading into things, because whatever you make up is both true and not true, because it's true to you because you found it, but not true because the author may not have meant it that way when they wrote it XD
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Miellat Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2014  Student Writer
TRUE. SO MYSTICAL :iconsurprisedcashierplz:
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Contradictory55 Featured By Owner Aug 8, 2014  Student Writer
MYSTICS! XD
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ThePoeticTori Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2013
I love this! You are very talented! Thanks for sharing!
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Miellat Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2013  Student Writer
Th-thank you ; A ; And you are very welcome! I'm happy to share my writings with you! C:
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ThePoeticTori Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2013
You're absolutely welcome! I'm so glad that you choose to!
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Aura-Dawn Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
Can only wonder what happened to you yesterday to get you to right this.   Don't know how to take it.  It doesn't make me sad, though it could.  It doesn't take me down memory lane, for never believed in much for to believe always opens the door for pain.    Fate is never bullshit, it just is, take or leave it, accept it or not, it doesn't matter, it still will happen.  Love, that is different.  Love is one of those things that will always lead to pain at some point for someone.  Usually when you least expect it.

Yea know what you mean being so strong that someone believes you are their protector and as long as your there they never need to fear.  Well that too will lead to pain.

Perhaps you talk about me, for have done my best to shut the world off, though it always seems to leak through.
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Miellat Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2013  Student Writer
I'm glad you can feel what I feel through this--I meant for this poem to be for anyone who has ever felt this way, and I'm sure you've felt this way, too. c: I try to shut myself off from pain sometimes, and I'm sure everyone does, though it always seems to leak through, just like you said. Ah, I just had a really hard time a few days ago, and I made some people feel horrible about themselves, which I took really personally (although I didn't mean any harm). Nonetheless, thank you for taking the time to read my submission!
:iconyuihugplz: :heart:
 I haven't been doing a lot of group work lately /aha/ 
but I promise I'll get back into the swing of things!
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