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Resignation LetterWhen youre on the verge of tears.
Thats when the drive to make you laugh kicks in.
(almost all the time now.)
That smile I saw in the earlier days,
When things were light, almost carefree,
I refuse to believe it was fake.
I knew you were really smiling.
After all, I wasnt looking at the curve of your lips, was I?
Now, Im the one left in the dark,
I didnt think I was capable of feeling so much
Pasting smiles over your scars,
May get by your friends,
But there are cracks in the corners,
All too visible to me.
You were a gift from heaven,
A gift I want to return.
So very angry,
But I understand.
Advice pours in at even the smallest sight of sadness on my part.
Writing away your faults and then destroying the paper is supposed to help.
Not my fault I cant think of any.
Besides, I can shred paper,
But I cant tear my memories.
Someone told me,
Trust my heart,
But its slipping into a coma,
In the face of pain,
Shielded in past dr
welcome to my life.Often, I know you wonder,
What you are to me,
And you ask me,
What you mean to me.
I cant help but stumble over words,
Slip over clichés,
But Ill do my best.
Do you expect anything less?
You are the sight in my eyes,
The sound in my ears,
The thoughts on my mind,
The smile on my face,
You are the star in my sky,
You are the water in my sea,
you are the petals to my flower,
the leaves to my tree.
You are the air in my lungs,
You are the blood flowing through my veins,
Your presence is my nerves, clenching up
Your bad days are my inaccurate shots,
At turning things around.
Your eyes in mine, is me trying to keep my cool.
Your pain is my tears
Your absence is my sleepless nights
Your smile, my morning sun.
Your touch is my mind going wild,
Your calls are the flutters in my stomach,
Your goodbyes are the forerunners to my miss you s
Your broken spirit is my anger.
Story of a boyYouve gotta be shittin' me. I wasted a weekend for this!?
Sometimes, I wish Id known what he was. I wish Id known that he was standing with me, holding my hand, pulling me up, and letting me fall right into his arms. I want him back. Tears ran down her cheek, but they couldnt be seen from the stands.
At this point, my mind disengaged from her speech, and I took to staring at the other people in the crowd. Many of them had drowsy eyes too, I wasnt surprised that they were bored. This girl was just repeating herself
I whispered to my neighbor, This girl just cant shut up, can she?
He looked restless too, and nodded wearily, Yeah. Youd think, if she loved this person so much, shed never have left him. He spoke slowly, carefully sounding out each word.
I dont even know why I signed up for this crap. Depressed chicks were easier to score, but this is freaking torture.
Take my hand tonightThe way her lips would move,
If the words I dream of,
Just the thought keeps me going.
Look at you.
Youve lost your focus,
You cant think of anything but her,
And you dont want to think of anything else.
Look at her.
She isnt compatible.
The way she talks,
The way she walks,
Look at who shes with,
Shes taking you over.
Shes weakening your barrier,
Shes getting in too far,
And she isnt even trying.
Shes all you care about!
What happened to dreams, fame,
What happened to carving a place into history.
You cant remember anything anymore.
This cant go on.
You have a life to live,
Dreams to fulfill,
Hurdles to overcome.
She is merely a hindrance,
Just one more.
Why do you insist on a path
filled with strife?
Youre sleeping late,
Grades are slipping,
Problems at home,
Don't pull on the noose.I walk in solemn silence,
Running my fingers over the chain links of the fence
Heading for the park
I would never put effort into anything,
There really was never any point.
But you, you searched inside me,
Every corner, every cover,
And pulled out my best.
What really surprises me,
Is that I let you get in that far.
I dont usually try,
But I tried for you.
I only walk now,
Because you arent there to tug on my fingers,
And race ahead with me in tow.
I dont speak,
Because you arent here to break the dead silence.
Theres a hill in the park.
Usually I would have gone up the pathway,
And would have found you there before me.
With a content sigh, I took your detour,
And trudged up the steep side of the slope.
We used to lay down there,
Hands behind our heads,
Watching the clouds pass by,
Spotting birds and scaring fl
Old dog, new tricks.Life truly begins, when the eyes open.
When you realize dreams contradict reality,
Blood runs through your veins,
Its use never appreciated,
But when it flows on your arms,
When you see the crimson bathing your skin.
You know just what you stand to lose.
Life begins, when you leave the shadows, and enter the light.
Life can be eclipsed, when confusion takes a hold.
And with confusion, comes pain.
I wasnt living before.
But did you know that?
That one day,
It all changed
I look back now
And see a reader, a thinker, a lover, a dreamer, a leader.
Sapped by revenge,
Driven by hatred,
I dont blame him.
When defenses are disarmed,
Its time to launch the offensive.
This instinct to fight back,
Was all that kept me alive.
To sin upon them, as they have stood against me,
To tear at their memories, to eradicate their dreams,
Opposites attract: Perfect dayWake up!
I sleepily rubbed my eyes,
and pulled the covers over my head
(I really wasnt a morning person.)
the alarm clock was blaring.
[but it was your voice
That opened my eyes]
You open the curtains
and the suns rays
nearly got me out of bed,
but not quite.
Then you splashed cold water on my face,
and that jolted me wide awake.
The view was always perfect in the morning.
you would be in your pajamas,
hurrying around ,
making coffee and toasting bread.
(once upon a time, It was a dream to wake up to you.)
Id give you a light kiss,
upon your cheek as I headed
to the bathroom to wash up.
I came out the door,
and raised my arms just in time,
to catch an apron aimed at my face,
I lowered it to see your wicked grin.
You settled at our little
sipping from the mug.
I found it strange at first,
how you used to cut out the crusts from toast,
those were always so delicious!
Ill make omelettes. I murmured,
InsomniaSleeping pills just dont work any more.
I lay on the pillow, my hand over my forehead,
And I wonder.
Where did I go wrong?
I want to start over
Forget our past and forge a new beginning,
Mistakes consume my thoughts,
Regrets fill my mind.
Is it possible?
To talk to you as a stranger,
To build our bond into something far greater,
But to start at the bottom,
To start from scratch.
Ive lost it all now,
Will you help me find it again?
I see you now,
And the pain
Is even worse than the last ending,
Pouring salt on my wounds isnt helping.
To see you talking to another boy,
Just a mere acquaintance
But the way your eyes widen,
The way you roughly throw your hair back
As you laugh
I remember when I used to receive your complete attention,
Remember the glow from your enraptured face,
Now, Im lucky
if I catch a glimpse of your averted eye
and in desperation, I tilt my head to
A child's armyI was never good enough
I stood against the wall,
My back melting into the paint
My parents kept me under fire
Shooting Teflon coated word into my ears
Why cant you do anything right?
I tried to shut them out,
Again and again,
Retreating to my room,
Frantically waving the white flag,
Stained with my own blood
I covered my ears in front of the dressers mirror.
The reflection mocked me cruelly,
Testament to their assault.
I closed my eyes,
I didnt want to see tears fall.
I was worse than useless.
I hid myself behind toy pistols,
And they fought to get inside,
To break me down into perfection
I never let them see that pain,
Those open wounds that had no notion
Of ever sealing shut
Perhaps thats why,
They thought I didnt hear.
Teen years are considered rebellious years.
These are the years we start
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
Can I?I told him
I loved him,
And that I
To be happy.
But can I
When he looks
In his eyes?
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
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
About ArtA sweet poem,
All but a
For the true art called
For Your Eyes Only...For your eyes only, I bare my soul.
For your eyes only, I bare my heart.
For your eyes only, I bare my body.
For your eyes only, I bare my mind.
For your eyes only.
For your ears only, I share my dreams.
For your ears only, I share my fears.
For your ears only, I share my sorrow.
For your ears only, I share my joy.
For your ears only.
For your heart only, I give my love.
For your heart only, I give my strength.
For your heart only, I give my passion.
For your heart only, I give my life.
For your heart only.
All of these and more...
are for you--only for you.
You Just KnowWhen you’re in love with someone, you just know
There’s no arrows, no signs leading you to them
It’s not a fairytale or romance novel
This is real
When you wake up and they’re there
Not in “the morning after” kind of way
When you wake up from a night of talking
A night of laughing together and talking about everything and nothing
You don’t need the memory of lust to smile when you see them sound asleep right next to you
It’s the little things that cause the smile
The way their nose crinkles when they laugh
The way they look when they’re busy and you notice
And honestly, you really don’t remember exactly how you met
You don’t remember when you “officially” got together
All you remember is that beautiful smile, the perfect lips you long to kiss
The softness and heat of their skin
The sincerity in their voice when they say, “I love you.”
Their eyes give you a feeling of safety
When they hug you, you
Crossfade.What a minute with you could do to put a smile on my face
I feel that no one understands me.
Could things have been easier somehow?
You bring it back for me, those things I thought had left me.
You are the antidote that gets me by
One day I'll mention it to you.
No more pushing you away
Throw this all away and start again
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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