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On My Midnight StrollOn a summer night too hot to sleep
I decided to walk a path in the deep
I could always follow it back to my keep
On my midnight stroll
The full moon lit up the skies
With the help of fireflies
As I watched they twinkled by
On my midnight stroll
How is it possible for such things to exist
Shadows in the night reflections of bliss
a place so perfect for a romantic kiss
On my midnight stroll
DEPRESSIONIs there a reason why
Depression creeps up
I wish I could find
a way to make it stop
I love you and you know it
these feelings play tricks
they cloud your mind
with doubt I find
even of the things you know
No one deserves to be happier than you
So why is this what you must go through?
I feel your pain, I've been there as well
how can you break the chains
to bring back the happiness again?
You are not alone
You are loved by so many
but we cannot seem to find you in your dark cloud
In your depression you hide and we cannot pull you out
But then there it is, that glimmer of you
don't let this deceit pull you back into
Pouring my heart outYOU ARE NOT ALONE,
did you hear me?
You are not alone!
It is not your fault,
It isn't, hey, DID YOU HEAR ME?
Are you listening?
There is hope!
There is love,
Happiness is a choice
but you have to try to overcome the pain first,
you have to decide that whoever hurt you is not worth your anger
That you WILL NOT let them control your life or emotions
That you are stronger than they are
BECAUSE YOU ARE A BETTER PERSON
Because you are loved
Because you would never hurt someone the way you have been hurt
You are hope,
It's there, I can see it in you.
I can feel it in your words and yes,
even in your pain.
I know that you can do it
It isn't easy, but you are not alone,
The hurt rise up to protect each other,
from distances unmeasured and with power unseen,
we are the hurt, the victims
once hopeless, now an army,
a support to help people like us
to break through the barriers that numb us,
that make us hurt us when we don't deserve it,
that convince us that there is nothing better,
but there is
As I lay here I realize my fears and that they are taking place right in front of me. As it is you have no time for me. Your time is occupied. You will have no time to miss me, therefore no desire to see me. I already have to fight to sit near you, at home, in the car, I fear this is only the beginning. Then comes bill problems, and no gas to see each other, you won't want to deal with the stress. I will cry myself to sleep, lonely and depressed. This is soon to be my future. I miss you even now, I don't think you will ever miss me. Time will realize my nightmare, my fears, will you make them subside? Will you be thereto melt them away? Time will tell. As it is, it seems every time I see you, you are angry. I've made you upset again because my words have been twisted.
HeartmindWhat happened to the days of old,
of knights and maidens and dreams untold,
of castles, kings and treasures of gold,
of horses and carriages and love so bold,
The dreams of children I see in my mind,
I miss these things I've left behind,
though they do stay in my heart I find
What I SeeWhat I See
When I see dusk, I think of you,
All the happiness of color bursting through,
The way your love makes my heart overflow,
With wonders I thought I would never know,
The stars remind me of the sparkle in your eyes,
The brown in them like the dark night-time skies,
The gentle breeze that cools the summer,
Reminds how you touch my face like no other,
The warmth of the sun; the comfort of your embrace,
When I'm with you I feel safer than in anyplace,
The waterfall calms like the small rumble in your voice,
You make my heart sing like the birds rejoice,
Your height and strength; stability like a tree,
The empty fields; of life before you found me,
The lightning in a storm like the passion with which you please,
Intense and focused on, all the things that weaken my knees,
The thing that really gets me, is the way your lips caress mine,
It almost seems as if these moments could actually stop time,
When I look I find reminders, all over this big world,
Of all the things I love of you
MikeMy fishy fishing friend,
My brother 'til the end,
one who understands,
Who feels one with the land,
A heart of pure sunlight,
Doing good with all your might,
Giving everything you've got,
To all of those who have naught,
Always a conversation to be had,
And knowing you makes me glad,
Health fanatic, walking all of the time,
If I could bottle energy I'd have no need to find,
You love your guns and shells,
listen to anyone who will tell,
Say hello to everyone you meet,
Along North, South or Main Street,
A warm heart and soul,
One of the kindest that I know.
?A dream is a wish your heart makes,
and I don't know what to do,
Because every time I close my eyes,
All I see is you,
And in every face I see,
I'm reminded of you,
I wish I could let you know,
But you don't even have a clue,
Will my heart break,
If I let you hold it in your hands,
Or will it grow stronger,
And give the right commands,
Or would it be a big mistake,
And make my heart turn and ache,
Or would it shatter to pieces,
Would it be that big of a mistake?
A request My SecretYou are my dark angel though no one knows,
And it is our secret, my hunger still grows,
I dream of your kisses and of what you would do,
if ever there is a spare moment for us two.
It stays on my mind both in night and day,
and I wish that it could all be some other way.
In a perfect world where I could feel like this,
and could spread to the world what a pleasure this is
but I must stay silent I cannot share such bliss,
as you belong to another, while I long for your kiss,
I so wish I had found you, earlier though
when this would be easy, at least a bit more so.
Catch An AngelCatch an angel with a prayer,
Push it down and strip it bare.
Rip its wings from the bone,
To never let it fly back home.
Trap it, lock it, and bind it close,
To hide away, from the eyes of most.
It flaps it's bones left on its back, a haunting sound.
Click, clack. Click clack.
Catch an angel so they say,
To make the bad luck go away.
Hurt the angel if you dare,
To bring upon the world despair.
In your sadness and through your rage,
It beckons you closer to the cage.
It drags you in,
Holds you close,
To rid the pain that hurts the most.
Trick the god with a lie,
Because the angel has to die.
It sleeps so softly next to you,
Atop the feathers of redden hue
Watch it sleep, as you lie so still.
Have this moment and take your fill.
Catch an angel and let it go, feathers sprout like forgotten snow.
It flies back up towards its home, not looking back, your left alone.
You wake up late to the sound of wings, its voice a harp without the strings.
You stole an angel and let it go.
The Intelligent Are So SadA cascade of words parade around,
with thoughts of atoms and connotation.
She is brilliant, they say,
but she knows she is lost.
Numbers are her companion,
she understands their mean, average.
Words can twist her brain,
she loves the wonder they bring.
She is intelligent, they say,
she doesn't feel clever enough.
Sometimes she feels clever too much.
Excusez-moi, in perfect French,
but nothing is gained by perfect word tense.
She is clever, they say.
But she is not clever the way they know.
She sees things as they are,
and she prefers her thoughts to the world.
She knows she loves them more than they in return,
and her friends will be there until they wont.
Friends reassure her, you'll be okay,
she puts a smile on her face.
She loves them as much as any,
even though there aren't many.
They bring out the best in her,
the happy girl,
not swamped by words.
The one who isn't drowning in formula.
Test scores and numbers don't mark you smart,
she knows this now,
engraved in her
Drip. Drip. Drip.DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.
I lean back into the white bathtub with a content sigh. The bath is filled halfway, covering the majority of my body. The rush of adrenaline that comes with the sense of control and power, that comes whenever I grab hold of my razor and cut myself, appears, but it is slightly different, stronger than before. Nonetheless of its differences, I like it.
DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.
The sound of my blood hitting the bath water leaves me strangely satisfied, and it makes a both haunting and thrilling melody to my sick ears. 'Why haven't I cut this deep before?' I think to myself. The water in the tub is quickly turning red.
DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.
My sense of hearing goes first, turning anything and everything to sound distant and faint. My body is growing weaker, and I feel like I'm a balloon, slowly deflating. That's probably because of the two deep cuts that wrap around my wrists like a rubber band, oozing out my blood, draining away my sense of the living. Pooring out of my body, leavi
Rose petalsAnd as the rose petals
pelted the ground
they dented the soil
and shook the world
as any boulder
The Victim.The scars on my best friends arm were visible for everybody to see.
Sitting in my History class, my teacher rambles on and on about Women's Rights in the years leading up to World War I, but I am not paying attention.
I could tell from just looking at Claire that she wasn't either. She sat with her head resting on her arm. A pensive look on her face as she stares out of the window into the dreary, grey, dull morning. I could only see the side of her little blonde head. She was in that secret place of hers again. The one that I was not permitted to enter.
I put my head down on the desk and close my eyes. Life wasn't good right now. Every now and again, Claire sniffed. This was the usual nowadays, I didn't bother to look up.
"Victoria! Please pay attention!" Mrs Findlay barked crisply above the babble of the class. "Settle down..." She ordered, and then went back to teaching.
I sat up straight and made myself look like I was interested, but of course, I wasn't.
I often got rows in class
My Single Winged KnightCry for me because I cried for you,
Tears of blood, now you're black and blue.
Breath for me because I stopped for you,
dream it now and soon it shall be true.
beg for mercy, beg for peace,
do it for me at the very least.
Smile for me and I'll tell you what,
speak to me and I'll give you more than
Bleed for me because I bled for you,
my single winged knight, I bled for you.
Take me to your heaven, your dark paradise,
I will speak no lies but words of wise.
Underneath the sky I'll wait for you,
with a song in my head and a rose, pair of two.
Love for me because I always loved you.
bleed for me because I bled for you,
my single winged knight, I beg of you.
White LightStars shatter into dust and echoes of light,
And for a second: everything in that ether is quiet.
I wish I was there to witness such a splendid sight,
Where once only the blackest of dark voids resided,
Wakes a cacophony of clarity from it's internal riot.
space shivers from ice and flares of light,
And for a second: everywhere in that emptiness is still.
I hope one day that I could touch it with daring delight,
While only to have my eyes of raw ignorance blinded,
Partakes a symphony of sobriety from it's external will.
Acid For a Thousand YearsI wish I never met you
I wish I didn't care
I wish I never fell in love
With your strange eyes and greasy hair
Our love is raw and drenched in blood, our hearts are torn and cold
A legacy of worlds beyond - A sick, dark tale best left untold
I know you from the inside out
You trust me with your soul
And all the endless pain I've felt
Will finally take its toll.
I wish I never had the chance to walk with you in hell
Death itself could never cure, could never free me from your spell
I wish that I could hold you down and break your wicked heart
But if I ever hurt you, my fragile world would fall apart.
I long to own you
The way you own me
And only when we're dead and gone will this curse bid farewell to me.
Unrequited love and a life wasted
Unworthy of the blood I tasted.
"I would soak my brain in acid for a thousand years if it would wash away the memory."
Love and LossIn these bright blue depths
Swimming with mystery
Memory upon memory
Rising to the surface
As I look into your eyes.
Deep in our history,
Each kiss bringing us closer
To the true definition of love.
Spiritual; our bodies and minds united
The morning light our only hindrance
The only shadow to our happiness.
But now as we stand face to face,
Our mutual presence
Sparking the same images to appear,
The same lines to be heard
In our pained minds
Old, forgotten words
Meaningless to others
But send us into a different world
A world devoid of happiness
A world filled with misery
Half of my heart aching in longing
Convincing my mind
That we were made for each other.
The other half crying out
Trying to be heard
Over the passion of the other.
Wary and cautious;
Urging me to step backwards
And seek out
What drew us apart
All those years ago.
Midnight StrollThere is a place where no one knows,
Where fireflies live and nature wildly grows,
It is magnificent,
beyond these trees,
I'd take you there,
But I can't you see,
This is a place that can only exist,
If it is left alone to grow in bliss,
I yearn to show and long to share,
But I cannot bring myself to take you there,
The musings of such a splendorous display,
will urge you to amuse others this way,
The wild of this brilliance may come to extinction,
So this Midnight Stroll I must keep within.
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