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LessonsShe was the popular girl. She always had designer clothes……. Nordstrom, Gucci handbags and many, many more. She woke up every morning and changed from her sweatpants into skinny jeans. Her favorite band shirt changed into the newest blouse that she got. Her hair got brushed, put up very nice, and then hair sprayed. Her beautiful, natural face got covered in foundation and her eyes got the smoky eye shadow look. The mascara went on, the eyeliner and the lipstick went on. She finally gets to school and meets her friends who look exactly like her. All the guys hit on her, they treat her like dirt but she pretends she doesn’t care. She makes it through another day and goes home. She wipes the make up off her face, changes into her favorite pajama pants and another band tee and looks in the mirror again. She tells herself she’ll never be good enough. She has perfect grades in school and she can draw some of the most amazing pictures you’ll ever see. She plays
When She Smiles :) :)Verse 1: Mean lean flying machine. Dying trying not to be seen. Screaming trying not to be heard. Sitting lost in her own little world. Wanting waiting for someone to hear. Dreaming wanting them to fix her cries. Hiding trying and she doesn’t realize that she’s better stronger than all of the rest. Bigger faster and one of the best but she sits and waits and dreams and tries. But they all want her to realize. . .
Chorus: They all love her, they all want her, and they all want to be her one and only, one and only best and always sticking by her side. Never let her cry and whenever she sighs they will make her smile. They want to see her beauty the beauty deep inside the part of her she hides it wants to show. She is the only one who doesn’t know that she’s better than the rest.
Verse 2: She screams, screams as loud as she can. She doesn't realize they all understand. They've all had pain they've they've all made plans. And in her fight she keeps on screaming and
LoveMy thoughts stood silent for those few peaceful moments. As he talked to me, I didn't seem to notice his words, but more how he spoke them. When he spoke certain letters his mouth would curl up at both corners. His lips never met between letters. I noticed how his hand would point and wave. I heard hi words but I didn't notice them. I decided it was time. I looked at him and I hugged him and when I slipped away I whispered "I love you" softly and kindly in his ear. We were finally standing on my front porch. The snow fell softly and stuck to his eyelashes. It made him even more beautiful. He looked at me and his eyes had a sparkle in them. They turned glassy and he started to walk away but stopped. He turned around and walked back up my steps. He kissed me. It was beautiful. Then he whispered even softer than I, "I love you, too." We both stared for a while. I noticed how his hair caught the snow and how the tip of his nose was red from the cold. He shivered and when he stared at me he
How to save a life.I’m not crazy; I’ve just seen things you haven’t. You look at me weird when I laugh or smile at the stupidest things, but that’s my way of fighting it. I’ve had many unspeakable moments in my life and I can’t begin to explain what I’ve been through. You pretend to understand my thoughts and feelings. I know that you have been through things too, everyone has. I know that I have no clue how you feel cause our situations are not the same in any way. Either way I’ll be there, I’ll be your shoulder to cry on. I’ll listen and I’ll give advice. It may or may not work, but through my experiences I’ve learned how to save a life. I’ve figured out ways to save people from there own thoughts. It’s not easy, I’m not saying that. In fact, it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Keeping someone here and with us is very difficult. It’s so worth it though. It keeps the world spinning
Do you love me??Are you aware of my existence? Do you notice me? Do you notice when I stare? How about when I laugh at every bad joke you make? How when I am around you I smile wider than ever? Do you see the love in my eyes? Can’t you see I like you? Can’t you see I care about you? Cause I do. I care more than words could ever say. If you ran out of English or any other class crying and I saw you I’d make sure I was the first to follow. Would you do that for me? Do you see the way I look at you? Do you understand that I want you? No matter what happens I will always care but the problem is I don’t know if you care back. I just wish you’d see me smiling and fall for my smile just like I fell for yours. I wish you could see that I can tell when you are happy or sad. I wish you noticed I was there. Not just for you to see me in class, but for you to truly acknowledge my existence. Maybe a good morning or a How are you today? I want to tell you my feelings but I am too shy a
Remember Me??Correct, it was your choice to change. Yes you can choose your friends, the things you do, the things you say and what you wear. Can you remember something for me though? We made memories. For 9 years we have known each other and up until recently we were best friends. We had our obstacles. People tried to pull us apart but we did not let them break us. We were so close. We were like two peas in a pod. Remember that my first sleep over, ever, was at your house in second grade. Remember that you helped me move to the house up the street from yours. Remember that when I moved in we spent the next few years together. Remember that during spring break in third grade was with you for a week. Remember that in fourth grade we went on a fourteen hour car ride together to Wisconsin and for a week our families stayed in a cabin together. We swam out to that dock in the lake and felt so proud when we made it out there. We jumped off that dock hand in hand. Remember that the summer of fifth grade
Slivers of light(French version below)
The most dreadful winter of my life came.
I abandoned the idea of a blossoming future,
Fled the misery of my own motherland,
For a woman I have far too often dreamt of.
Among the singing buds of the Shinto shrine
A white plum caresses my back,
Its petals lull me, my eyes are sealed, sweet reverie,
A convent of grass
The junk of my thoughts
Send me to Amaterasu.
Blushing Lotus, enticing Lilacs, panting Azaleas,
So many mistresses!
Enough perfumes to be drunk from them.
Why, my promise, have I been waiting so long to join you?
Your hair like Sakura flowers
Your laughters sound like Shamisen.
Over the pond, a dragonfly sits down and begins to dream
FireThe fiery warmth.
The sparks of red and orange.
Destructive, passionate, yet mesmerizing.
In an instant, it can take away a life through its destructive ways.
But yet, it can save a life with its warm embrace.
The fire spreads.
The tongues of flame licking at the fuel,
Its light throwing shadows dancing across your face.
Dangerous, yet safe.
Angry, but calm.
Harmless, until one spark lets loose.
Then the fire is free.
The master of chaos,
Hidden beneath a façade.
Wait until the veil crumbles,
To reveal its true power
Monarch MorningsMistress Monarch spreads
over white-capped mountains,
a new dawn seen through
thin antennae masks
and yellow-trimmed lace.
Two Second ShutterSun-rimmed glasses magnified hidden eyes,
the leopard's sleek fur a mosaic of leaves.
Tempting irises with an earthly fury
shift as forest shadows dance and writhe,
breathing so close, you can't believe
the trees haven't fallen silent yet.
Sunlight spirals twinkle down to fireflies,
tiny flares lighting on quivering whiskers.
The stage is set for unrequited desire;
you pack up your camera as she stirs, languid.
Some things aren't meant to be captured
and out here, your camera is a cage.
In a momentary fall
Prodding the air
Crushed with the rest
Melt like your brethren
I never liked you anyway
with spotted tomato wings,
I wonder what you think
when others threaten to devour
Nature's thriving crop.
Do you yearn to stand up,
break each sector of your shell,
and reveal the monster within?
Or would you rather find solace
among verdant green foliage
until there's nothing left?
Not even a single carrot
or dandelion to savor.
they'll mock your existence,
The Blue CurseIn the fit of rage,
At the stupidity of mankind,
The rain was fiercely angry,
And in her anger,
Long ago, in the storm,
The rain cursed mankind.
The curse burned deeper
Than the brightest red,
Not bringing about senseless anger,
But instead a heartbreaking sadness
That broke them,
But left them alive.
It was blue tears,
And those blue feelings,
That ruined them.
From blue gave birth to the other colors.
For what comes from sadness but change?
So blue became sadness.
Each generation of mankind,
Turned bluer, and with each lifetime
The sky turned grayer.
Until it was but a pitch black.
And the rain was satisfied
With her work.
And the Blue Curse
A New Babylonia?I see machines gutted
and with their intestines exiled
from their choked motors,
Silk Road cables stretching over
and halls mangled with plaform
like a robotic Pompeii,
the setting sun being in
the shade of fallen pillars.
The computers are Atlantis', damp.
The rooms are
The walls are the papyrus
for weed-comatose prophets,
spray-painting the word of Cock
in the name of Lexxy's Library,
and the hanging gardens
are of squished moss,
the rainwater lakes
copper as Hephaestus' automatons.
We are tourists to Gizan pyramids of rubble,
watching in awe at these mummified metal corpses
of the 9-till-5 work line.
Both Sides of Her HeartI didn't ask for this to be thrown at me
I didn't ask for this role.
I was chosen to lead a pack,
But I can't lead myself.
I didn't ask to fall in love with two
And be torn apart by both.
I could never kill either,
Yet I know I must.
I didn't ask for pups
Or the life that I live.
I don't know if I would've chosen it
If I had the choice to.
I didn't ask for this,
But I have it none the less;
So I should spend what little time I have
Joyously with those I love.
For I love two males,
And I know both are great;
For I am told
From both sides of my heart.
City LightsThe streets never looked more beautiful. The lights of the city flawless. In that moment everything was in a state of perfection. The rain fell gently against my face and I just stood there in the street beneath the city lights. I didn't want to move I could have stayed, standing right there, forever.
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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