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Love of DeathThese aren't nightmares, they're worse than nightmares. They're these terrors. And it feels as if somebody was choking me.
These aren't nightmares, they're worse than nightmares. They're these terrors. And it feels as if somebody was choking me.
These aren't nightmares, they're worse than nightmares. They're these terrors.
They're these terrors.
Sometimes you wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes you see flames. You see people that you love dying, dying horrible, gruesome deaths. You see people that you hate outliving you. You can't sleep. For long, anyways.
Another night. Morning rose.
Smiles haunt you. Joy forgets you. Happiness skips you. Ghosts, they avoid you. At the end of the world, before falling, the last thing you see is the body of your most cherished one floating by. They are dead. And so are you.
Another night. After day.
You lie in wait for sleep to come. Sleep never comes. You have these terrors. They aren't nightmares, they'
That you never have to be alone
And I believe
That you don't have to blend in.
By all the ways that you've grown
And I'm relieved
By all the ways that you've sinned.
You're only human
And I never expected any more
Nothing but human
With only one skin to have worn.
NobodyLose yourself in beautiful eyes,
Alive within my poetry.
Crystalline, unable to cry,
Looking upon nobody.
Every thought consumed
Within the music that I write,
The thinker is doomed
And fed to the night.
Courier of fright,
Bringer of all agony,
Set my eyes aright
On my love letter from nobody.
Alone In The CrowdHelp me shed this cloak of confusion
And take me back to my home,
I'm tired of this seclusion
Slamming lies into all I've known.
I'm counting eternal hours
Numbers in nocturnal sleep.
The glass in which we shower
Can't hold back what you keep.
I want you to help me dream
And show me how to act.
From a river, into a stream;
What is it that I lack?
The gleam of your necklace
Reflects all of my want.
Is it because I was reckless?
Is it me that they haunt?
Ushered into an unwanted grave
Bound in chains, drowned in steel.
I was made into a social slave
And died as if I were not real.
I Am No FoolI am no fool
I do not follow blindly.
It is my moral rule
To reward uniquity kindly.
I am not a sheep
I have my own bad habits.
From the mainstream I leap
Like a little outcast rabbit.
But this rabbit is no fool
I like to think I'm an individual
I am a dull rock among jewels
But my quality to theirs is residual.
PoetryTrue meaning lies in word
As true strength lies in the pen
True meaning never falters
A strength rare among men
Muscle will not fix your errors
It will only delay their worth
But pen and the words it brings
Will warm you like a hearth
Words of true meaning will help
Problems soon to be fixed
Words we will always remember
An ever-burning wick
Death by IgnoranceDeath truly comes to those who are shunned
Lying, restless, in societal sleep
Death comes truly and not as a stun;
And with this death, nobody weeps.
Death comes truly to those forgotten
Lost between memory and care
Death comes truly to those begotten
In hatred's burning snare.
But above these both, Death comes the most-
And it comes so without warning;
To the rejects and outcast, it comes as a ghost,
To welcome their day each morning.
Across the Seas of Liquid LiesFar across seas of liquid lies
Where no-one can hear the agonizing cries
Far over fiery mountains high
Deep in the ravines where all life dies.
A land not below the clear blue skies
Instead beneath high Hell in disguise
A place where no holy man may sigh
This land made barren of all life.
A place where beasts and monsters roam awry
Where all things tamed now actively defy
From chains they break, a trust untied
Where you can see the evil lurking in their eye.
This land made of deserts, rainless and dry
Where death is imminent, where doom is nigh
Where your final words may very well be goodbye;
This land far across the seas of liquid lies.
The EldarSplit into three but descended from one
Beneath the tree from which they spawned
With their brothers now going or gone
The Eldar are left to stretch and yawn.
Best of the Quendi, a mighty clan
Elves of knowledge, ruling the land
Respected by all, even by man
Over time's uncounted but respectable span.
Apart but one, from one to another
Valinor to Aman, brother to brother
But eventually doomed to turn on the other;
Their own existence they did soon smother.
Shed tears for the Eldar, mightiest of elves
Vanyar and Noldor, in Aman they dwelled
Teleri apart, but they too would foretell;
'O grand and glorious Eldar, I bid you farewell.
Missing YouSince I woke up today
I've been struggling to breathe.
Choking on your name
Asking you not to leave.
It happened again,
I saw you in my dream.
I'm still trying to catch my breath
Trying not to scream.
I need to wipe these tears
I need to blur your face.
Force this heart back into gear,
make it regain its normal pace.
So I'll go get my pills
And I'll bring out the liquor.
Keep on lying to myself
Saying "today I really don't miss her".
But I'm haunted.
Can't get you off my head.
I wish that I would die,
For you to be the one suffering instead.
Why did we fight that night?
How could I let you drive away?
If i knew that you'd been drinking
I should have forced you to stay
is the anniversary of your death.
I've been trying not to think of you,
But I'm crying, still short of breath.
I take out my wallet
Where I still hold your picture.
Wondering if I'll meet you soon
Thanks to this pill and liquor mixture.
But I feel nothing
I've been drinking this all morning
My heart still hasn'
AwayI want to fly away,
up, in the sky.
down, back to earth.
I want to go.
Away, anywhere, nowhere, somewhere.
Leave, let go, live.
I want to fly away,
somewhere I can stay.
My Best Friend, My Love: A Poem
Who better to have my heart
than the one who knows me best?
We both have had romances and flings
but you are better than all the rest.
This love was the forbidden fruit
but we bit into it like Adam & Eve.
But now we're like Eros & Psyche.
From us, Eden has been conceived.
Funny how when we were kids,
we avoided each other's kiss.
Now every touch from your lips
gives me moments of sweet bliss.
We've shared our minds and souls before
now we include the form.
Our trinities complete, together entwined
the burning fire within keeps us warm
I know we will have downs and spats.
We may split and have many falls.
But like magnets, we will come right back.
Our force will break many walls.
My best friend, my love
We are the Lover and the Beloved.
What we have is an eternal divine gift
blessed by Heaven above.
Memento VivereWhen we’re old and decaying
And our souls set free
Our limbs will become trees
And from out those trees
Our fingers form leaves
And from out our mouths
That will form into birds
And these birds will fly
To the peak of the sky
And sing songs that ring
That sift through the breeze
Mirror Mirror...A perfect mirror
But a flawed reflection
Under the skin lies imperfections
I've made my mistakes
I'm afraid to admit
Taking your heart and breaking it a bit
I've become someone's pain
I've become a regret
I've become something you just can't forget
Apologies do nothing
No words to heal
Have I lost my ability to accept what is real?
I can't fix the past
But I can try to change
Sadly, I feel I'll always be the same...
A perfect mirror
But the image is flawed
Mistakes inside you can't see at all
I don't fear my wrongs
But I hate a confession
Stealing your heart and claiming possession
Doing what I will
Doing as I please
What I did, that made you want to leave
Can you ever forgive?
Scars of forever
I understand if you say 'you'll never'
I can't fix the past
But I can try to change
Sadly, I feel I'll always be the same...
A beautiful mirror
But an ugly past
Staring at myself is quite the task
Facing my mistakes
I'd rather just run
But you can't outrun the bullet of a gun
Accepting what was
My Mind...Let's draw a picture,
With a beautiful twist.
It starts on my thigh,
And ends on my wrist.
My eyes give me away,
Though there's a smile on my lips.
I want my bones to protrude,
Especially on my hips.
It's an everyday battle,
Until finally you disappear,
Because you screamed your lungs out,
But nobody wanted to hear.
Cry yourself to sleep,
Another sleepless night,
Trapped in my own fucking mind.
I've been told that dreams,
Can come true.
But they forgot to mention,
That nightmares are dreams too.
So when will I wake up from mine,
Because I'm in a race against time.
Tears don't bring the dead back to lifeIt's shadow times and sunken lives
in a grave of mud and flesh remains
they've killed many souls with bloody knives
and weaved their ladders out of veins.
"Away!" they shout when death has cried
and off they run, away from pride.
"Away!" they scream when death has blown
so off they go, when blood has flown.
Then there's the boom of drums and trumpets
wail. Men fall to graves; they've pain their debts.
There's rust in bones, and tears at home
And strange lost love that walks alone.
There's a pretty, kind lady looking out the window
little does she know that now she's a widow.
And the little young boy who sleeps in her arms
had just lost a father down by the dams.
A beautiful girl lies beneath the pine trees,
staring at the skies and all what she sees
is the bright red sun, bleeding on the horizon
the girl shuts her eyes and death brings her ease.
Once an old man had a wonderful family
who lived on the other five chairs around
the kids would play and jump so cheerily
filling a quie
I don't want to say goodbyeI'll stay here alone,
As you fly off to the unknown.
I only have a simple wish,
That of course you'll miss.
I want you to be alive,
I'll wait for you to arrive.
But you say goodbye,
Before my very eyes.
Please hold me tight,
As I can never say goodnight.
To your precious soul,
That always kept me whole.
EmotionI lay out on my bed in sadness
Wishing to be set free from madness
My eyes pour forth rivers of sorrow
Unsure if I want to see tomorrow
I sit down at a broken desk
Filled with lies and past regrets
I take up my pen and begin to write
I scratch the paper far into the night
I cope with my sadness with a powerful pen
Writing my grievance, my lies and my sins
And when my fingers bleed, the sadness subsides
And the pen is rested until sorrow gives rise
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