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Once MoreAll the fighting, arguing, and screaming
I just want to run
Run from all this Hate
Bringing me down
Dragging me by each strand of hair
I'm sick of it
Leave me alone
I'm tired of this s***
I'm screaming inside my head
Cuts running across my arm
Feeling the blood pour
Amazed at the feeling
I don't feel anymore
Again and Again
Each cut deeper and deeper
The last drop of blood
I LIVE NO MORE!!!
Death From a DreamDie,Die,DIE
The Demon of his dreams
Only thing he can do is scream
Burn in hell with me
Scratching, clawing, crawling near
You now wish you was dead
Taunts the Demon
Firey eyes chili pepper red skin
I scare you in your dreams
He can't break away
He can't wake up
He is going to DIE
Over and Over
Tormenting his poor soul
Chanting till no end
Enough strength left
Fights for the last time
For now it ends
You have my heartYou hold me close
You never let me go
You hold me close to your caring heart
I Love You for who you are
You are my world
Through our ups and downs
We made who we are
Threw everything that we have been through
We have made it this far
I cherish us
Six months mark a spot
You see me for who I am
I'm giving you my all
Please do not let me fall
When you hug me
I feel the warmth you carry
When you kiss me
I feel the love and its pasionate and strong
When we snuggle close together
When we cuddle together
Our bodies so close
Feel our strong connection
How you hold me
I think to myself baby
Don't let me go just yet
I never want this to end
The nights we talk
I just love the sound of your voice
Strong, caring, loving, and sweet
Knowing that you want me to keep
Nights so alone
I wish apon a star for you to be here
Holding me tight with your loving arms
Falling asleep on your chest
Listening to your heart
I love you with all my heart
Hope our love continues to grow
Because baby you hav
Happy 5th MonthRead these words here
Because wish to make you my dear
Though I say this with fear
I wish to stand
On no command
And speak only with my hands
I'll hold yours
And you'll hold mine
Together with fingers intertwined
And I'll say
That I hope you stay
For the rest of my days
I'll give you my heart
And love you even when all is dark
Because you've made your mark
Please take my hand
So that you my stand
Here in the dark
Holding my heart
While we watch our sparks
Lets share a kiss
And enjoy its bliss
On our one and only 5th
I hope you like it. ♥ I love you, Nicole. Happy 5th!
ShatterLeft in the freezing drizzle of Rain
Where you took my Heart
Bashed it against a Tree
Ripping and tearing it to Shreads
I'm crying and Screaming
For you to Stop
How much pain do you have To
Cause to one broken Heart
What do I have to Do
To make you See
What you Have
Done to Me
I hope you Have
Pride in what you Caused
One Broken Heart
Destroyed day by day
The more I Fall
Crying against this invisable Wall
You've taken what I gave You
Which was my heart I put All
Now its lieing underneath the Tree
In shreads of broken ripped Pieces
Can't be put back Together
Because it's over for Me
Goodbye Never see you again
This Broken Heart Dies With ALL
Angel of Night and DayWatching over us
With your brightly colored wings
Angel of Night and Day
Day and Night
Watch over us
And never say
Could this really
If all else fails
We call upon
You to help us
To keeps us all safe
You would be there
Night and Day
The WifeA good wife would never provoke her Husband to jealousy.
A good wife would not take advantage of His love.
A good wife wouldn't take gifts from her Husband to parade it to attract other men.
A good wife wouldn't lie with strangers.
A good wife would be faithful.
A good wife would be thankful.
A good wife would be an honor to her Husband.
She wouldn't want to manipulate or hurt Him.
She would seek to build Him up.
To be there for Him, just as He is her.
She'd remain at His side and work with Him.
Seeking to please Him.
Not tear down the house He makes.
Not disgrace Him.
But love Him.
A good partner tries to understand His feelings, not shun them.
Conversations with a madmanAm I mad? I guess it's obvious.
For you just believed you spoke to a planet.
So I'd say your insane, if you don't mind.
Well a mind? I certainly don't.
When I left this house,
I had such a feeling, the need
To kill myself.
But now that I have returned,
From my conversation,
I wish nothing of it.
I need a reconnection,
I need a re-calibration,
With our earth, the deceased planet.
Many view madness as a bad thing,
Something, some state of mind, negative.
However only through madness,
Have I found true, genuine happiness.
For what am I,
But a verbose thought.
Wrapped up in skin and sanguine,
Comprised of fleeting moments,
Faux truths and a
Personal spiritual ideology.
My mind a realm of chaos, undivided.
Constantly warping, changing.
A moment of complete silence?
I could never recall.
Yes, a pit of disorganisation,
But yet of organised anarchy
That follows no fixed form,
No certain structure.
Much like this current piece
That I have entrusted to you,
To happen upon.
Do I retain the right
Towards The Beyond
Spirit breath condenses
in the deep chill of the void.
as these great ephemeral towers
drift, they reflect the cosmic glow.
They belong to unreality,
only in imagination can any of us
scale their heights.
The Memory of a Dead Man Walking
Suchlike the will of brimstone beasts,
Is the will of a dead man walking,
In each step is left the prints of carelessness.
Holding the half empty glass with a crack in the side,
stumbling around the dunes in the long wait to become
a savage before the credits roll.
A happy ending was for another tale for another man way
off back in the mirage of the desert that harbors those
dunes as he lies six feet under with a smile by rigor
mortis and a silent song in the beatless heart, there
beneath a tombstone that read,
here lies a memory.
Come Hell or high Heaven, the dead man walking
walks on without a goal or care for the world,
a bottle of dried up whiskey hanging loosely
in hand, gathering sand from the winds of that
coming storm. Illusive would have been his
laughter to sober eyes in that wasteland.
The Memory looks on as a shade beyond the grave,
staring straight at a man of woe, watching those
apathetic trails disappear. The glass fell into
the bosom of those lands beyond greener pastur
Serenaded are the vultures past the
silence of calm demeanor,
where only leaves fall in a quiet Autumn.
The gusts of haunted winds run through a
chilled air that even ghosts choose to
evade in the darkest hours.
No Sunlight had touched the soils below
in any matter of time,
though it had given first light to growth.
Though that canopy cannot keep away the
howls and screams of undead scavengers
which only muffled the sounds of better
birds who sang for the sun.
Third eyes were stitched shut and feet
were bound by illusive chains. How little
the closed treasure chest could ever hold,
where when opened it would have overflowed,
blotting out the haunted sounds and using
the limited light within darkness.
The vultures search only to find with eyeless
sockets, the lively canopy of those growing woods.
Time and all of space could never have grazed those
soils, however wet or dry. Whatever was let in was
by the canopy that guards and shelters.
There were paths in those woods, where many feet h
baby stepsit was probably
celsius met fahrenheit
in a sloppy french kiss on frozen ground.
after all the walking,
the skin of my hands started to crack and bleed;
silence, i decided,
was the solution and the cure. i dipped
my hands into its glowing broth:
warmth suffused my body struggling
to sit still.
on marched the sun,
Heart SongI am conscious of
Getting everything in my body going.
I can control everything in it as I need it
And perceive in it every single touch.
I love my heart as it is.
I am certain of loving it.
In my spiritual hand I take it gently
And I always pay attention to it.
It bounces and flutters in my hand,
Almost up to its edge.
My heart is beating incredibly wild
And I give it a calming picture.
With loving words I talk to it:
In a relaxed, peaceful tranquility may you serve my body.
I am full of gratitude in me,
All this love belongs to you.
You have always provided my body good
And I admire your everlasting courage.
In all fears, in all fright
You have been always awakened.
Through my body you pump the blood,
Even at very extreme anger.
All that always in love to me,
For this I thank thee.
I need all my life
Your everlasting song.
Until I have accomplished my work on Earth
And my soul will set out.
Please accompany me with all your strength,
Until the path is reached.
Till then, I will join
Be the light in a dark worldThe world is a dark place.
It is filled with sin, pain and despair.
Shadows overwhelm everything.
It seems as if there is no hope.
And despite all this, if you look close enough, you can see a spark of light.
A light that outshines the darkness.
A light that keeps evil at bay.
And before you now it, it grows in strength and evaporates the blackness leaving peace behind.
If there is one thing God wants us to be, it is to be the light in the dark world that surrounds us.
He want's you to shine.
He wan's you to overcome fear and sin, to strive and to light the world around you.
You may think you are worthless, without meaning but God loves you enough to put you on this earth with the potential to change it.
Let Gods word be your fuel,
let Gods love be your heat,
let His wisdom be your air.
With these 3 things you will be set alight and you will have purpose.
Darkness may tempt you to burn out, but if God is with you who could stand against you?
With Him at your side no darkness can burn y
Our AngelOur Angel
Flying to Heaven
To walk with her Lord
Taken from this earth
To be his Angel
He just wanted to call her home
Dont worry she is calling out
"I love you all"
Please don't worry bout me
Im happy where I am
Remember Im yalls
Our Angel taken away
To be another Angel
Dont worry she is calling down
Im always in yalls heart
Im not far
Yall can talk to me
Any time of day
No limit to me
Im just calling to say
"My Family and Friends
Dont worry about me
Im another one of
and Ill see yall each one day."
Our Anger calling down
Can't wait to see yall again
For Im always in yalls heart
I love yall with all my loving heart
Waiting for yall's day to come home
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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