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The Beauty UnderneathOnce there was a plain girl
Who lived by the surging sea
She was a mysterious maiden of sorts
Her face half hidden by a curtain of black hair
People would say they’ve seen her
But not know her
She is like a faceless ghost on the shore
Haunting the young minds
Wearing a mask of shadows
She is just another soul
Like you and I
Though her suffering is existent
For none could see
Her heart of gold
Only the scars of the past
Marking her flesh
And disorienting her loveliness
Making her fade away into emptiness
Veiling the true beauty underneath all the filth
Shall I allow my feet to sweep me away?
Into a faraway land
Full of dreams and wishes
Floating like fantasy
But I don’t listen
For my mind is lost in this hallucination
DreamsI wish I can have a dreamless night for once
Then I can sleep in peace knowing there won’t be dreams
That change into nightmares before my eyes
Each time I close my eyes it makes me wonder what dreams will come
Dreams full of mayhem and chaos
Visions that might come true later in the future
Haunting memories of the past
I pray each night that my Lord will protect me
Please hold me close and chase away these hallucinations
BrokenI found myself buried underneath
Rubble of a broken heart
Drowning in a pool of her tears
She looks at me with dead-like eyes
Her skin pasty white and bleeding
Oh, she moans loudly
I bring her quivering body into my embrace
Holding her tightly to my chest
And begins to cry with her
Calling out to heaven to heal this damaged heart
The Unforgettable MessageHello there, my friend
Together you and I are going on an adventure
Close your eyes tightly
Try to picture everything I tell you in your mind
Strip away the flesh
Drain the blood
Cast away the bones
Rip the heart and muscles out
Why the soul is still there
You are finally free
Grab hold of my hand
For we are going to defy gravity
Floating higher than the clouds
Past the darkness
Into the glorious light of the universe
Look we can touch the stars
Come face to face with different planets
Over to the right is the asteroid belt
Isn’t it a beauty?
Look there the Little and Big Dipper
Pegasus and other constellations
Let’s drift a little farther
Oh look there is the Horsehead Nebula
Legend has it that the maleficent stallion comes to Earth
On the eve of a new spring
There something fantastic over this way
If you focus carefully
You shall see a cross in the middle of the blue nebula
The Lord has placed a reminder even in space
Sorry but the journey e
Mirage of the SoulYour eyes are the mirror into your soul
No use hiding behind that mask
I can see straight through the charade
All the pain and brokenness
No I am not here to judge you
I am here to help you through this sorrow
Come into my embrace
Allow me to see those tears
Let me take away the pain
Here’s my shoulder
Go ahead and cry
I really don’t mind
Please, my friend, don’t fight it
Release all of that pressure that is building up inside
I see a child longing, begging and screaming for love
Let me hold you
And show you what a true friend is
Phoenix Love“Hey kid, I think you have an angel
Watching over you or something”
The boy shrugged it off and laughed
“You are crazy”
Whistling a tune to himself
He continued on his way
Not realizing that someone following
His fans reached out to touch
But something invisible pushed them back
That mysterious one is me
I secretly watched out for my sweetheart
He doesn’t even know I am around
I whispered sweet words of love in his head
He makes them into a song
I am his wings when he needs to fly
He soars higher than the clouds
Late at night I sneak into his room
And hold him tightly in my arms
Resting my head against his
Listening to his soft breathing
I can’t help myself
I am in love with a celebrity
Though to him I am only a comic character
That exists only in the fantasy world
Or on a blank piece of paper
Why can’t he believe that I’m real?
My flames are burning love
I long to douse him in my fire
But I fear he might burn away forever
The birthmark o
Lady of LothlorienLady of Lothlorien
O Galadriel, fair maiden of the light
Chasing away the darkness of the night
How you shine under the moonlit sky
Are those hidden tears in your eyes that you might cry?
O beautiful Queen of the elves, who guards the land
Silently you walk on the beach of coarse sand
Leaving your footprints to be wash away by the sea
Is that really sorrow I see?
Mithrandir is old and wise
But none compare could come to your size
Your eyes sparkle like a sapphire gem
Bringing courage out of the men
The wind plays with your golden strands of hair
Has anyone seen anything so fair?
Upon your gentle brow a crown is worn
Reminding all who hate you with scorn
You are royal by the blood of your birth
Ruling beyond haven’s hearth
The Kingdom of Middle Earth
Secrets of the Heart Once upon a time there was an ordinary and plain sort of girl with soft blue eyes and short dark brown hair. Dreams and fantasies invade her mind day by day, night after night. It's sad to say that she is not all entirely happy about her looks. She will stare into her bedroom's mirror and fight the tears threatening to pour down her face. It's an on-going battle reminding herself that the appearance inside is more important than the outside.
Oh how she wishes to go back in time and fix the mistakes in her life about her eating habits and not enough exercising. It breaks her heart to admit that she is overweight and hopes to be thin again.
She dances with desire hoping that it will also solve her weight problem but sometimes her own body betrays her causing pain and discomfort. Dancing is her passion and singing is her comfort when she needs to express emotions that sometimes she doesn't want others to know.
She is lonely and she pours out her hea
I don't want to be this way.
But I can't help but feel this way.
No matter what you do
Or what comforting words you say.
My over active mind will not allow me to believe it.
My weary blood shot eyes will not allow me to see it.
Even though my attentive heart is able to receive it.
My thoughts and my imagination will corrupt and deceive it.
And that's why no matter how much I love you.
For some reason I will always feel cheated.
So please don't blame yourself because you have done more than enough.
You have proven yourself and have provided me with so much love.
There are only so many false accusations you can take.
There are only so many false promises I can make.
There are only so many times I can make that same mistake.
Until I foolishly recognize what is actually at stake.
How long will you have to accommodate my insecurities?
How long will it take for me to completely trust you?
Until you begin questioning my emotional maturity.
There are only so many times I can say "I a
Broken VoiceboxI am a broken voice box
on a dusty shelf
because I couldn't express myself
in words you understand.
I told you there was beauty in the complexity,
in discovery and secrets.
That everything didn't have to fit
and that dreaming was how I lived.
I gave myself fairy wings and surfed the clouds
past the edge of the map;
Fell into another world,
My cheek still has the scar,
from when you hauled me to dry land
and told me I had to breathe air now;
Imagination was reserved for children
and that my toy box was empty.
You were an anchor I had no need for
and I think I'm still
drowning in that shattered innocence.
I don't want to be a tree;
I want to be a bird.
The CrushI see him everyday,
As I'm walking down the hall,
As I'm talking to my friends.
Does he notice me at all?
I walk by hoping,
He will whisper my name.
To hear the sweet sound of his voice,
That always makes my day.
The tensions building up inside,
What ever shall I do?
I want to tell him how I feel,
But this is all to new.
So as I sit here thinking,
What ever shall I do?
Ideas are going crazy,
Maybe I'll pull though
I do this...well...when it is needed.
I haven't written in so long
Yet tonight it is needed
For my emotions have been drawn
Like a fountain they pour
All that is inside of me
Silent words never spoken
The tears that are never seen
I am not sure if it will help
I am not sure of much at all
To many emotions
I wish it would stop
I want it all to go away
I wish I truly had wings
Maybe then I would be free
Maybe finding peace and serenity
Yet that is a childish thought
For the world we live in
It will always be a dream...
SometimesSometimes we feel like there is no hope
We sit around and mope and mope
Sometimes we feel down and beat
Sometimes we wonder how we will make ends meet
Sometimes we cry and sob and curse
Sometime we feel things can't get any worse
Sometimes we wonder how we'll get through the day
Our tempers as hot as the month of May
But here is one thing I say to you
Whenever you are down or feeling blue
There is one thing you can do
Sit right down and think things through
Life it too short to be all in a dither
For our lives are short like a flower that withers
So close your eyes and listen well
Things will get better and in time will tell
Every day is a gift please remember that
Every day that ends is one we will never get back!
So read this message that I wrote
When sometimes you feel like there is no hope
Cheer up and don't worry about what people might say
Live, love, relax and go enjoy your day!
Fall From GraceAn angel will fall
Their wings tarnished and brittle
Unable to hold
Their light diminished
Darkness envelopes their soul
Their cries are unheard
The look to their lord
But his gaze has turned away
Leaving them to fall
They extend their arm
Hoping for someone to come
Stop them from falling
But no one will come
Left to crumble and die out
As they fall from grace
A language that everyone speaks.
But one that we are not able to hear.
A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.
There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.
People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.
A society where people judge others, as they sit back in their self proclaimed seats.
They can no longer understand you and they aware of the darkness that draws near.
Many lives led but we are all accompanied by the same drumbeat
Maybe you don't want to be heard but people will forcefully lend an ear.
Lips fused together, unint
All They See Is ScarsI want to tell a story,
but this story isn't a fairy tale
and it wont have a happy ending,
because the real ones, well
they never really do.
In high school
I picked up my pen
and I began to write
It existed and it was pure
and it was lovely.
But my rapist rewrote me.
breathing on my neck
and tracing my back with his fingers.
He rewrote me as broken.
He wrote me as a statistic,
as another white girl who got told
that she cried rape for attention.
But that didn't matter because see,
I wanted to tell a story.
A story about family,
about picking each other up
about blood being thicker than water
about how not everyone's home
had to be broken.
But my father rewrote me.
When i picked up my pen
he spoke words to me
that I swear bruised my whole body
and I learned that nothing
was thicker than his alcohol
and my home was already shattered.
But I wanted to tell a story.
so I picked up my pen
to write about god.
A God that could save anybody
And God loved everybody,
which was the onl
Hear You SayI just want to hear you say
That you don't know what you'd do without me
It doesn't have to be every day
But just enough to make me see
I just want to hear you say
That you miss me sometimes
Maybe turn my skies from grey
And get me through these hard times
I just want to hear you say
That you'll never forget
When our paths went the same way
But I guess nothing is set
DaydreamerDarkness peals back
Like a curtain opening
The show shall soon begin
Flowing golden hair
Adorn with a crown of flowers
Eyes blue as forget-me-nots
Stare down at the surging water below
Huge powerful waves strike the rocks
The seas call
Jump in, Jump in
Giggling she leaps forwards
Diving into the ocean blue
Singing a song of love
Becoming one with the marine
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More