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Love AbroadI'm not sure what you're expecting
If you and I begin connecting once again
I know I used to be upsetting
In the past I was neglecting a great friend
Many mistakes still need correcting
I'm in the process of perfecting who I am
There are some flaws that need accepting
But you'll find after close inspecting we're a gem
Though our differences are plentiful
And by your standards I fall pitifully short
I will contort and bend
To be dependable and show you my support
The same as your past compassion
Let me imagine us as king and his consort
And I believe your love for me
Is as real as I can see without distortion
I've never felt a love so pure
As all the tingles I endure when you are near
And this distance to mature
Has made the fact that I adore you crystal clear
Don’t let a future so alluring
Be obscured by insecurity and fear
And I assure you dear, I’ll cure
Most of my heart’s impurities with cheer
Still you drive me crazy
You somehow frustrate me daily, hypocrite
Mime For The Deaf Snippet
Waking up stiff and sore, Rupert had no idea where he was, but the pink surroundings suggested a female's room. The daylight shining through the curtains, coupled with the alarm clock mounted on the dresser informed him it was a few ticks past noon. He yawned himself awake, but as he tried stretching, he found his right arm did not respond, acting as dead weight.
He looked to his right to find the sleeping clown lying atop the limb, cuddling his chest, snoring quietly and completely devoid of clothing. Nearly having a heart attack at the sight, he fought the urge to jump out of the bed and run away. Instead, he cautiously removed his palm from her ample rump, and slowly slid his arm from underneath her hip.
Slipping out of bed and sneaking out silently was no challenging feat for him, but locating his pants proved to be a more difficult objective. Pacing through his friend's house in nothing but his boxers had not been on his to-do list last night.
Neither had sleeping wi
Faerie InspirerThere once was a faerie so stunning and fair
With smooth caramel skin, and long, dark, locked hair
She was clever in mind with a deep-rooted soul
A carnal shaped figured; true beauty in whole
She danced in the wind, with her wings at her side
Enchanting onlookers who fell mesmerized
As she flew through the sky, to her home on the moon
Her departure caused many admirers to swoon
They composed complex tunes, and wrote tales of her splendor
And drew detailed depictions, desperate to remember
The faerie’s return saw loud cheers and great art
Each piece revealing a piece of their hearts
They begged her to dance for their eyes once again
Gleefully she obliged as a joyous whirlwind
The inspired drew pens to create their new treasures
Her immeasurable grace brought the artists great pleasures
Soon, after days of this passionate exchange
Her audience requested what she thought quite strange
They explained desires of more spirit to capture
The more they gained from her, the more their art
AnimalsWe’re animals, we’re beasts who prey
Upon the weak who fear our stay
Its natural to feast and slay
Their hearts bleed in our jowls
We all wear masks and masquerade
As decent creatures, folks who pray
But deep inside, our demons play
Beneath cowardice cowls
The others claim to know the way
Those neutered, tamed, trained to obey
Condemning us for what we say
Look down at us with scowls
They lock our voices in a cage
Restrictions bind, we’re blind with rage
Liberate yourselves, you slaves
Let free your hungry howls
To the vermin calling me scoundrel
I will not heel, I will not bow
You’ll hear the hatred in my growl
This angry beast is on the prowl
LegacyI despise that by design I am destined to die
I’m desperate to find any way I can to defy
It’s simple to see life offers no sequel
And no opportunity is created equal
Life is flawed, full of indelible kinks and crinkles
No matter how hard you press iron steam to wrinkle
Let it be; instead of reveling in damning hate
I plan to paint my fate by hand
And carve my own identity as destiny dictates
I’ll invent my own recipe
And give the world the best of me
Let the rest of me sink in obscure seas of time
Lend my heart to art, breathe in life with each line
Exhale excellence and seize what’s rightfully mine
One-half man submerged in human history
One-half idea to live in fame or infamy
For centuries existing beyond my mortal misery
With these words of wizardry and different sensibilities
Some intellect, introspective thoughts and humane empathy
Maturity, courage, a strong sense of humility
Talent, support, a showcase of my abilities
And honestly, a lot of luck in the f
The masses disagree with me, but I’m an individual
My decisions aren’t dictated by a hive-minded yes or no
I disregard what’s deemed acceptable and speak my peace
Regardless if forever I alone hold dear my own beliefs
It may not be as comfortable as being labeled normal
But I still reject conformity in favor of my morals
I’m more than just a rebel seeking rules to disobey
I just like to use my brain so I’m not led astray
It’s fine to me if we agree, if our visions coincide
Just don’t expect forfeited pride to blindly take your side
We are all original and entitled to opinions
Just think! Don’t let society enslave you as its minion
I Fell AsleepI fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
My worst mistake,
As I let his words get to me.
I left my life
In the hands of a killer.
I trusted my blood
To a man who's a murderer.
I closed my eyes
As he lulled me away.
I loosened my grip
As he began to sway.
I fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
I lost my life,
but I lost my life willingly.
wishing wells and pumpkin shells
coffee with mint cream
wedding bells and magic spells
life is but a dream
mother says it's rain today
drought's been sixteen years
pigs will fly and cats will stray
seventeen brings tears
hooting owls and leopard prowls
burn the midnight sun
men with jowls eat fattened cows
never had such fun
father says it's time to go
new year's 'round the bend
can't be late for nature's show
fish-face now the trend
dreamer's dream and lover's love
wishing time would fly
blue moonbeam on heaven's dove
hope I never die
Needle of the PineYou're a needle of the pine, my dear -
a poking of the spine, a narrow rod
to gently prod my heart in waters brine.
And when I fall, you pull me tall
to bask in heaven's shrine, for what you are
'tis not sub-par, my needle of the pine.
Without MythologiesWithout Mythologies
If I could, I would make you a raging river,
With angry rapids supplied with rain
So you could always meander, and forever be able to run away
Without contending with myths wrongly interpreted - with pain.
- John K. Samson
We’re watching the sun drown in a lake,
your eyes are far away and you say you wish
you were the wind.
You stretch out your arms like tired old wings,
and say you hope one day the sky
will just swallow you up. In that last sliver
of light, I tell you that you have it all wrong.
You could never be something so invisible as wind,
(It’s cool breathe makes us shiver,)
If I could, I would make you a raging river.
I’d turn your fingertips to salty spray,
your bones to smooth
Your lips would kiss the ocean each day,
your gut would fill with fish and frogs.
Your fidgeting toes never forced still again.
I’d turn your heart into a waterfall,
And last of all I’d make
those rushing waters from your brain,
LoveThis torturous feeling that engulfs my heart
And sends me spiraling into the dark
This chide that repeats itself within my mind
And berates me with remarks of what I sought to find
Dead and asleep, I have walked this earth
This waltz of sorrow I’ve repeated since birth
But the steps started to change, as I grew
And as I felt my hand being grabbed, I knew
That something unknown to me would soon grow
A feeling within me, that’s both friend and foe
The empty space has been filled
And open the door to that once sealed
Cupid’s arrow hit its mark
And sent me spiraling into the dark.
Backwards HateAnd that is the truth.
I don't love you.
it is simply senseless to say
you are a positive and critical thinker.
an inept, naive person,
you're most definitely not
very smart and clever.
instead, you are
ignorant and foolish,
mindful and attentive.
you make people
hateful of you,
trying to be a positive influence.
forever shall I find you
achieve only little in life,
never striving to
be unique and creative.
that's why it's not hard to believe that you aim to
"only be mediocre, untalented and uninteresting."
backwards thinking to ever tell you
"you are worthy of love."
(now read in reverse)
SanityThe walls of this place were white,
Sanitation and cleanliness were no doubt at play.
Walking through them I search for the light,
Lost forever in this building, searching for the day,
The one where I would no longer be lost.
The rooms were empty,
Not a soul but for the ones at rest.
I wouldn’t say I felt guilty,
But what I had done, I would address,
And realize my action’s cost.
Continuing through these halls,
I can’t help but look at the paint.
I remember the red smears on the walls,
The copper scent lingering still and faint,
Yet luckily those memories I tossed.
I pass on, leaving behind this phenomenon.
I see a shred of the sun’s rays,
And quickly I leave my role of false surgeon.
Behind me the blood of my past lays,
Leaving it to the cold and frost.
Still With YouFogged breath upon pink lips —
Hidden cyan eyes…
A fading touch on finger tips
And hushed cries.
Gallons of dirt tossed into the ground,
Layering—stack upon stack.
Six feet under where a body is found,
Faced forward, lying on their back
Pinkish cheeks align a face,
Where a story in sunset eyes is told.
Fiery hair caresses the face.
They breathe out fog in the cold.
The expression upon that young form
Is vague in emotion.
These eyes held the story of a storm
That spoke of utter devotion.
The time of the past is slowly fading
And a plea is spoken out softly.
“Let me be still with you…” they tried persuading,
But a resting heartbeat leaves them lonely.
Only do they wish for it become true
And find out what they mean.
“Let me be still with you…”
Oh, how those words aren’t serene.
PeacePeace is not a body lying next to you in bed
Peace is someone letting you hold them while they sleep
Peace is not being isolated, living in your head
Peace comes from the company you keep
Peace is not screaming your pain into a pillow
Peace is the result of exercised strife
Peace does not sit still in silence either
Peace is the hushed buzzing hum of life
Peace is not having all of your teeth
Peace is accepting what ones you have left
Peace has never been dying to live
Peace is living lovingly until you rest
Yes, death is peace, but there's one peace above
True peace is the calming effect of self-love
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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