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The Story of a Girl and her Wolf.Ceaslessly, you wander: but to no avail.
Seclude yourself to silence,
and silence will prevail.
Fondly, your heart so speaks,
of lighter, softer times.
Though inside, it does weep,
outside it does explode in the worlds sully crimes.
And slowly still,
does the moon ever wane.
And shed its harshened light,
to give in to all the pain,
we endure in quiet plight.
Your back is to mine,
you live a rising lie.
even that to which we thought was so.
We all know.
What it is you truly feel,
it doesn't take a slice of fate,
to know that your hearts will steal,
the very light of day,
which softens in the night.
And forgive me so, dear love of mine,
tonight our hearts do dine.
So rip me apart, limb by limb.
See if I give a damn.
Taste my blood, relish the taste,
hunt me as you would a mere lamb.
Destroy me as you would,
as I exist already in sweet nothing,
And let the sound of my dying heart,
be the only sound at all.
Anywhere and anything.Dwindle here, dwindle there.
Go about, everywhere.
To the ends, of the earth.
Through the fires, in the hearth.
In the oceans, and the skies.
Give to me, your echoed guise.
Through hellish fire, reaping hate,
is my will for heavens gate.
Paint in reds, and in blues.
Stain the world in faded hues.
Give to me, your quiet heart
I'll give you mine to write in the stars.
During summer, during rain.
Winter cries out in pain.
But in the spring, I will fall.
As the light gives in to day.
And autumn flurries me swift away.
I am here, I am there.
I am clearly everywhere.
In the past,
in what's to come.
I am here,
I'm not gone.
My Quiet Muse.Sleeplessly, I lie awake,
I wonder what to say.
When the dreams I have do not escape me,
merely steal my breath away.
In my dreams, I escape it all.
Evade the light of day,
the light that washes away the color,
and fades it all to gray.
Remind me what we are.
Your hands, though,
cold as ice,
were untouchable from the start.
Transformations.Break yourself to miniscule pieces,
and watch as every little shard liquifies.
And the warm nothing of once something will transform.
From black to white.
From white to lasting color.
Then watch again as it all fades anyway.
But be still now, for swiftly it will go.
Flowing all about you,
the life in which you surrender.
The life lacking in time.
Your kindness is sweet, but short.
And your breath even tinier still.
We're a time bomb.
Dripping poisonously onto the ground upon which you walk.
Take a step, and you too will see,
what it is to be set free.
Yet here you stand, frozen surreal.
Take your time, my love.
For I'm as timeless as you feel.
Because, luff.At the time so it was then,
I never knew.
Never quite knew what it was,
what it was, that you were.
But now I do know, that yes there was something,
a something shining deeply in your teasing eyes.
Enough to throw me astray, and know that there was no one but you.
No one ever but you.
And no water could shine brighter than mine when gazing at you.
You were silly,
you were sincere,
and you captured me, that much is clear.
And now your eyes are what follow mine,
trailing ever which way,
like stars lost in so vast a sky.
Endless dances in the strangest of ways.
In all of the world, I still never knew.
That you are what I had, what I never knew.
What was mine all along,
because oh because, I'll fall for you over and over again.
And If You Can't Sleep.Fuel the lessened fire, not quite blazing
As the snow is falling, let its warmth seep into you,
warming your skin, your frail heart.
Your smile though ever slight, fuels the love I feel.
So warm, in a world as damned as it is cold.
And yet there is your love, lessened as the fire, not quite blazing.
As ever slight it is, the slightest touch will warm me.
And when you can't sleep, I'll hold you tight.
Cradled in my dying arms.
It is all I can do in a world as damned as it is cold.
Unrequited Love.I stand alone, easily
watching fast, so easily
the slowing snow,
that which falls,
as you've always done before.
Like shards of glass, serenity,
In memories, I do see,
shining in ubiquity.
A vista of frosted memory.
A saddened smile claims my face,
glimpsing more of innocent days,
when you indeed were so mine,
borrowed here within my rhyme.
And every second we're apart,
I feel it there within my heart,
the connection there in which we feel,
the broken ties that are not real.
And every moment that I feel,
will never quite feel so real,
as that moment there in time,
fully gone, was never mine.
The snow it grazes slowly past,
for we're connected in its,
So I will gather borrowed lights,
and then take off towards the skies.
For all you'll be is memories,
doused in sully, painted lies.
Gentle soft, lullabies.
Remnants of my aging mind,
your quiet kiss was never mine,
for you're what ended my own life.
Oblivioanic Fault.Without the hint of your desireable flaws,
how deep then would perfection run?
How far would the stars ensue trail,
before falling away into nothing,
spiraling away into a liquified oblivion of their own making.
How intensely would your eyes then search,
grazing keenly for all the answers I will never know?
And how swiftly will you go,
when the fault of oblivion does reveal itself.
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
My SunlightYou are my sun,
My only light,
As you fade,
The moon is there,
A memory of you,
Of the darkness,
Before your dawn.
You are the breeze,
That kisses my face,
Those tender lips,
That rushing embrace.
You are the grass,
Beneath my feet,
You hide my tears,
You support my weight.
You are the last,
One for me,
There was many before,
But they were never the same.
With you its right,
With you its love,
And if tonight,
I come above.
I'll see your glory,
From the moon,
From the memory,
Of this afternoon.
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
About ArtA sweet poem,
All but a
For the true art called
I PromiseIt is a painful thought
To know he kissed you,
To know he stole your innocence.
He felt the warmth and comfort of your love,
But manipulated it to lust
And turned that perfect smile I now see,
Into a lifeless vessel
That gave into his
Carefully painted words
He had you
Before I ever knew you,
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
I'm sorry I could not save you.
But look up at me now, love,
Look up at me with those astonishing, crystal eyes
And know that I will love you
Until this heart of mine has given out.
I am your present
And your future;
I will love you for more than your body,
I will love your wild personality,
I will love your motherly instincts,
I will love your acceptance,
I will love your understanding,
I will love your "frustrations",
I will love your timidness,
I will love your stubbornness,
I will love your laughter,
I will love your tears,
I will love your scars,
I will love your flaws,
But most of all;
I will love you.
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
Unrequited LoveJust think of me.
Text me good morning and good night.
Text me at lunch just to let me know you're alright.
Wish me a good nap around five or six.
And if you're every bored just give me a call.
I'll make you a fangirl no matter what.
Even if you never admit it I'll let you off.
Meet up with me every now and then.
Never end a conversation with just goodnight or goodbye.
Ask questions and explore life with me.
Support me but don't try to fix me.
Even though I'll try to fix you.
But first I need this dream to be real...
A Smile, Perchance.Shake the folly away, my dear.
Shake it all away.
For it's just fun and games, I say.
It's just fun and games.
You're the riddle to my fiddle, sweet.
And play sweet songs you do.
Make me laugh, and smile-weep.
Swept right off my feet.
Why so tense, so serious dear?
Never shall you fear.
You and I, we will be dancing.
'Round and round we'll veer.
To the left, the right, yes all around!
You'll sway me to your sound.
The smiles, oh how they dance!
You've stolen mine by chance.
And for 'ere abound, I'll be around.
Like the sun, for now I'm found.
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