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UntitledEach human fears feeling lonely,
Forms connections to fill all the voids,
Some attain semblance of comfort,
Others escape and avoid.
Fair weather friendships are fickle,
Our smiles hide feeble disguises,
For repression retains one's material gains,
And that's worth all the lies it comprises.
Perception means more than reflection,
Distorted with artistic ease,
Lest the storm of the day drive fair weathers away,
Our deceptions seek those who believe.
Dear Reader, please don’t fear feeling lonely,
For if none gave true voice to the words,
We would never believe that to cease the deceit,
Our risks would be worth the reward.
Dear Reader, please don't fear feeling lonely,
For if none gave true voice to the words,
We would never have realized its all a disguise,
And that risk is well worth the reward.
TsukinushiI miss the lips I never kissed far more than those I tasted,
For each second spent in tasting became a moment wasted,
A dream cannot be buried beneath meaningless events,
A lesson learned repeatedly for which I must repent.
A wolf can howl for all its life and never kiss the moon,
Shattered remnants of its heart left strewn across the dunes,
Born bearing unrequited love for all its lonely life,
Destined cries unanswered ripple ‘cross the starry nights.
And I was but a wolf-cub who never had a chance,
Birthed into a lonely world so empty of romance,
Hopelessness incarnate, the knight within the poet,
Who watched his dreams eroded attempting not to show it.
I miss the lips I never kissed more than the rest combined,
Enough to be required to express it with a rhyme,
Those lips will never miss me despite countless hidden wishes,
For the existence I was given came with bliss strictly forbidden.
Petals FallingA cursed flower counts the days,
That love has passed me by,
I count the petals endlessly,
Awaiting there to die.
Each petal's fall a knell of death,
Translated into beauty,
A fate accursed placed on my back,
And styled as a duty.
Duty weighs so heavily,
And death is but a feather,
Yet the mountain rests atop my back,
A burden I must weather.
The flower's final petal makes its most fluid decent,
The crushing weight replaced by a feather's elegance.
UntitledDid it hurt when you fell from heaven?
'Cause it hurt when you sent me to hell,
Just because you're an angel that's fallen,
Doesn't mean you should take me as well.
I never asked to be broken,
It just sort of came with the past,
Punished for noble intentions,
Thrown out to rot with the trash.
I just wanted something that mattered,
A place that was safe to call home,
But the lies in your eyes oh so sweetly disguised,
Told a story quite far from my own.
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
Is that why you sent me to hell?
If I'd known the truth on the day that we'd met,
Id have made sure that I never fell.
Black CatA black cat crossed my path today,
And I could feel luck swing my way,
A funny thing the twists of fate,
The subtle change throughout the day,
A whiff of something on the breeze,
That stirs nostalgic memories,
Stolen kisses in the spring,
Silly wishes, promise rings,
Musty castles far away,
The scents that lead my heart astray.
A black cat crossed my path today,
The sunshine stirred my heart awake,
Feelings faded with the years,
From youthful bliss and wishes dear,
A desperate dream that clung to life,
Tinged quite slightly with contrite.
The EpilogueI loved a little lonely girl, with all my shattered heart,
A Poet, Knight, romantic who was hopeless from the start,
She used me and she broke me and she threw my heart away,
Yet I see the eyes upon the eyelids whether sleeping or awake.
So, please, won't you kindly save me from this darkness and this pain,
A fall for someone broken is not predestined to be vain,
For romance is a specialty I've perfected since conception,
So upon your first impression make a cursory inspection.
Fall in love with me and I can show you all the things you've dreamed,
Then add romance to the story as an author writes his scenes,
Save me from this darkness and I'll thank you for the light,
With an endless life of smiles, an eternal loyal Knight.
The StoryI loved a little, lonely girl,
With hair of bushy auburn curls,
I loved her with my healthy heart,
Doomed to shatter all apart.
This little girl, upon first sight,
Out shined the sun to make it night,
Waited anxious during class,
To hear the name to which she matched.
Once softly heard her name was burned,
Into a heart which sorely yearned,
To whisper sweetly, taste the sound,
Of the name which had it bound.
For many years that boy did chase,
To be replaced and be replaced,
Held her drunken, crying, lonely,
Cared for her, his none and only.
The years had passed the window open,
A feel, a spark, a dream awoken,
A chase impulsive, one last chance,
For the hopeless to find true romance.
A smile fixed upon his lips,
The poet met hers for a kiss,
Not yet knowing of the lie,
His lovely damsel in disguise.
Deceitful kisses oh so bliss,
Masked the thorns the roses hid,
Their cuts so subtle, never noticed,
Beneath the love on which he focused.
Ever hopeless the romantic,
Made a gesture so pedan
LifeWhen I was young they told me I could do anything,
They told me if I set my mind to it, that I could be great.
I told them: “Okay, I want to never grow up,
I’ll sit here and chill on this sweet sippy-cup.”
Twenty odd years later they tell me I need a job,
I tell them I don't need a job I just need someone to rob,
They tell me stealing is wrong and I shouldn’t do it to live,
So I ask them what they have upon their naive person to give.
The officer who cuffed me asked me why I would steal,
Such a nice kid from the suburbs shouldn’t struggle for meals,
I told him, “they said I could do anything when I was a kid,
a falsehood so sweet I could hardly resist.”
He asked me what could drive me to becoming a thief,
“Well, sir, my life is built of nothing but grief.
they told me when I was a kid that I’d be the nuts,
but all I ever really wanted was to never grow up.
The Holy TrinityEat my body, drink my blood,
It takes away your sin,
Obey my words and fear my name,
And you shall change within.
Worship me with every breath,
For rewards never seen,
I promise you an afterlife,
Sing my hymns, adore my birth,
And I will grant you bliss,
Read my book, obey my words,
My way is the only way,
The holy and the good,
A truly blessed, god-fearing man,
Does everything he should.
hyenas make the best lovers.i need to stop looking
for death in every body
my fingers touch.
i have been force fed
old lovers, & slices
of the moons lying dust
i am messy poems;
i am fractured confessions.
i am laughter
my jaws ache
with the taste of
i am still hungry.
give me your sugar;
I will share my breath.
you are still made of starstuff,
& i am no longer caged.
PretendingYou, full and complete you, you have become my strength and my talisman for all times...
You, and again you, you let I wrecked just in you…
You, my madness is you, you tie me to your body and do not let me go...
You, inside me, between every atom, between every cell you live among...
I say all the time: fear not, there are songs that will never know who sings...
Those kisses never know who prints them on your lovely lips...
You nail down your dreamy eyes and tenderly ask me: Are you crying?
No, I answer. Dried my eyes are... to the bottom you can look into them.
If you get lost, breathe me and you will find you.
The truth is that I beg you to remember that this that born in my mouth, this awakening in my eyes, will sleep latency in your soul.
Undoubtedly you will become the most beautiful and sad fisherwoman of Stars.
I'm hiding my will to live, of my desire to live for you.
Maybe I can lose myself in the eyes of the person asking for a miracle, but it is certain that, I want to
StockholmBut my heart beats for you alone
You are not
You are ever watchful
Hoping for devotion
My wandering heart
Beating for you
My SunlightYou are my sun,
My only light,
As you fade,
The moon is there,
A memory of you,
Of the darkness,
Before your dawn.
You are the breeze,
That kisses my face,
Those tender lips,
That rushing embrace.
You are the grass,
Beneath my feet,
You hide my tears,
You support my weight.
You are the last,
One for me,
There was many before,
But they were never the same.
With you its right,
With you its love,
And if tonight,
I come above.
I'll see your glory,
From the moon,
From the memory,
Of this afternoon.
Puppet String SymphonyHere come the snares,
wrenching at my heart;
like my tongue can’t find the words to say.
I've been resurrecting your skeletons,
just to place broken flesh over it and watch it all decay…
…scratching at freshly picked scars and rose petals,
while digging up old habits and hatchets;
just so I can whistle a tune so tragic.
Here comes the wind,
stomping at my lungs;
like my emotions are gasping to be released.
I've been coughing up your cover-ups,
just to place my index finger over it and watch it all cease…
…living in this darkness, sulfur-tipped match tossed in the breeze,
while thinking it’s just not worth the candle;
just so I can hum a song you can’t handle.
Here come the keys,
playing at my mind;
like all eighty-eight demons and angels serving one star.
I've been worshipping my self-inflicted headache,
two times twelve and that’s how many bars…
…I've got to show you the color I feel.
When the puppet string symphony beg
About ArtA sweet poem,
All but a
For the true art called
I PromiseIt is a painful thought
To know he kissed you,
To know he stole your innocence.
He felt the warmth and comfort of your love,
But manipulated it to lust
And turned that perfect smile I now see,
Into a lifeless vessel
That gave into his
Carefully painted words
He had you
Before I ever knew you,
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
I'm sorry I could not save you.
But look up at me now, love,
Look up at me with those astonishing, crystal eyes
And know that I will love you
Until this heart of mine has given out.
I am your present
And your future;
I will love you for more than your body,
I will love your wild personality,
I will love your motherly instincts,
I will love your acceptance,
I will love your understanding,
I will love your "frustrations",
I will love your timidness,
I will love your stubbornness,
I will love your laughter,
I will love your tears,
I will love your scars,
I will love your flaws,
But most of all;
I will love you.
HowlHe’s a dancer in the dark
With unearthly rhythm
She’s the moon he left to sleep
In a sky without her stars
Like a poem led by lust
In a world of not to happen
Like a symphony of phoenix flights
On a December night
Singing for the ones they laid to rest
On their holy ground
Without an Earth
He’s the wolf
Howling with regrets
In a world of his own madness
She’s the moon
Without a sky to hold her high
In the night
Like the odds are not in favor
Like the sun that conquers
And the moon on someone else's sky
Like the legends we used to fear
Children by the fire’s flames
We used to be believers
In a world without its hope
Dream, boy, dream of wonder
In a world without sparkle
Like stormy days
In a September goodbye story
Of sleepless nights and awaken dreamers
Stars that pierce the sky
Are just children of regrets
Of a love that never happened
But always echoed in the night
Unrequited LoveJust think of me.
Text me good morning and good night.
Text me at lunch just to let me know you're alright.
Wish me a good nap around five or six.
And if you're every bored just give me a call.
I'll make you a fangirl no matter what.
Even if you never admit it I'll let you off.
Meet up with me every now and then.
Never end a conversation with just goodnight or goodbye.
Ask questions and explore life with me.
Support me but don't try to fix me.
Even though I'll try to fix you.
But first I need this dream to come true...
Three WordsThree words people dream of each night before sleep,
Three words parents teach of with birds and with bees,
Three words grant a smile and set things to ease,
Three words people wish for to bring sweet relief.
Three words that were given and taken away,
Rip out a heart, leave a soul disarrayed,
A smile is broken, the sky fades to grey,
Three words became false and a heart fell astray.
Pick up the pieces, its never the same,
Three words once they're stolen are forever changed,
A burden so heavy it borders deranged,
Weighs down shoulders and hearts to leave a soul drained.
So when saying three words, please make sure they're true,
For once taken away, they cannot be renewed.
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