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Enough heartI just haven't enough heart to do it.
Forgive me, but I can't
and it's because of everything that you meant to me.
I know you are waiting.
Under the rain, under the same sun.
And same night.
Maybe I am wrong, maybe it's colder to you.
But I can't do nothing...
I still think about so many things you said
and all the promises I have broken.
All the times we lied to each other.
And I left you in the dark.
It's not fair.
But I can't tell you the truth.
What kind of value would have
to say that I tried?
It's a fact.
You wouldn't believe me anyway.
And if you would.
That wouldn't make me feel better.
It's okay, now that we're both hurt
There's no need to cry and blame us,
we could just go by separate ways
But I'm such a coward.
And I still have a heart that feels
Not a stone, like some other people has.
That's why I can't say goodbye.
TripCome with me, far away
from this world
nobody will see us,
far behind your secrets and mine.
I won't pretend
to break my poor heart again.
You won't lie
because there's only truth
in your eyes.
My new friend,
I wish my verses could die on your skin
like my kisses try to do.
Wish my words could reach your embrace
like my heart did in that cold starry night.
Our sky was covered of milk and diamonds
surrounded by pure black.
And now nothing will break this silence
because it's ours too.
The world will stop just because
this is more than a simple meeting
it's my soul in yours
but your soul in mine.
It can be for two as well.Why wait with the angst running through your veins
and paint your soul with the deepest blue
When it can be a game for two?
I'll be yours as long you'll be just mine.
Whenever you can kiss me with the same lips that open in red laughter
and are brave enough to tell the truth, I'll trust you.
So if you ever need shelter you won't have to knock twice.
If you want love you won't have to beg.
Because I'll be your sun through the rain
and everything to embrace this love
and you'll be the mirror where i'll find the same
you'll be my moon, my very own refugee
my night, my stars and all my hope.
It's not too much what I ask for,
what I dream of, because it can come true.
I know it requires simply two souls.
So come and hold my hand whoever you are
before I'm gone.
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
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.
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.
Solitary Mind of Connected MadnessI see a sliver in the outskirts of eyes,
Tripping on madness, of madness this ride
Is, a circus of freaks. And there's no place to move,
And no place to breathe there's no room it's
My mind pressing mirrors upon mirrors and halls,
Palms touching nothing but heat-slicken claws,
And bent are the fractures of twitches of dream,
And fragmented truths of escaped tragedy.
Sobbing are soldiers not laid seige to a cheek,
Fools that are weary, held back as they're freed,
And o how the merry-go-round spins its tales,
Moving forward, neverending, on circling trails.
Succumb to the effervescence of thrilling deceit,
Believe when you don't, acceptance is key,
Be lost with the timeless, unwavering charm,
In circles, not touching skin, all arm in arm.
I see a world on a sliver of fire,
Tripping on madness, on madness on wire,
Is it I'm slipping at the edge of a hope?
It's time to accept we're together
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,
The real meaning of friendshipFriendship
Kidding around turns into
Remembering painful times
Ignoring the painful truth that lies ahead
Ending all hope
Never finding any good in it
Demanding they be there for you but they never
Seem to keep their promise of staying
Heartache and loneliness always comes at the end
Insightful friends are nothing but a myth
Promises broken and pitying oneself
In MorningThrough a wintry window laced with ice, lie
petrified panes of frosted grass beckoning,
languorously outstretched. A shivering bird’s cry
reaches horizon’s edge—that razor reckoning,
those impossible dimensions—hung like a kite
on a cloud, precipitously balanced between a dull
existence with poking pinpricks the only light,
and the embers of potential, slowly stoking. A lull
unfurls, a quiet eternity uncurling in that predawn
chill, everything faded to silent sepia, frozen
as though this instant is more important, torn
from time and left right where it was chosen
to be. Light spills over and creeps through
fractured, flinty sky turned a clear, unbroken blue.
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.
Tick TockTick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy,
Tick tock she's in shock
The girl that we call Lacey
Little lines cut her neck
But no one wants to see them
All her friends wish she were dead
But no one wants to be them
One or two can make it through
The Hell that she lives in
But nothing that they say is true
So no one can believe it
Her life is just a bunch of rags
There's nothing that can save her
Her breathing comes in heavy drags
Each saying "You Deciever"
Tick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy
Tick tock she's a rock
The body we call Lacey
Shadows of the BluesAlways coming back
to the shadows of the blues.
Remembering and hoping
there's more than a closed door now.
More than music
it was the feeling
which left trapped anyone
between your charms
making your guitar cry
at the same time you gave
stories from your soul.
You still there
somewhere, deep inside in people's heart...
Your art will come to mind.
Whenever someone needs to feel
in that sensation again.
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