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ContentIn a faraway land,
Lived a king so greedy with no content,
Whose wish was to be the wealthiest,
Thought of all, insufficient
He declaimed about his want
And impatiently sat on his throne
Drumming his fingers
Inside the vast castle of which he resides alone
Dissmissed, When everyone had an attempt to warn,
That his Ephemerality was no where around,
That his Eden was but a fraud
And his Paradise had never been found
However, time passed
Not a heart succeeded to answer his thought,
Not a soul understood the royal orate,
Still he refused to believe his presumptions will soon rot...
Though then came a man
With alluring charm and cunning beauty
Raven black hair framing a perfect face
And had eyes that shone like ruby
"Dear king," said the beauty, "I have heard?
I have heard you sought,
You sought to feel paradise, albeit with futile attempt,
When I am here to feed your every ought?"
"Oh?" gasped the king, "You must,
You will tell me about your way!
However, what is the catch?
You must desire
HopeLet those unwanted memories pass,
And be positive and start anew
Forget the awful past,
And look forward to where you're heading to
Let us head towards the road of hope,
With a thousand doves passing by
In a vast field of withered grass,
Grows a sprout with utmost pride
As you mourn from a grave mistake,
Let me tell you about the box of Pandora
When you feel you are not worth a task,
Remember that everyone has his flaw
Never let the tiniest of discourages
Become a hindrance in your way
Instead of worrying and worrying,
Be happy, be gay
Haikus are Too ShortHaikus are too short,
To be at all worth clicking,
So I'll write some more.
These words are filler,
So I don't feel truly bad,
For writing briefly.
I write re Haikus
In a Haiku, how clever!
I'm showing off now.
Daughter of DeathI have seen death;
I've watched someone's
That last sigh of life,
The submissive gasp
Of a body's strife.
I have smelt decay;
I've sensed someone's
That stench of loss,
That everyone has to
I have heard screams;
I've witnessed someone's
That grief of hope,
Around a throat
Like a hangman's rope.
I have touched despair;
I've felt someone's
That empty shell,
Telling me to go and
Rot in hell.
The Light I Used to OwnMaybe I'm missing you.
I felt the coolness of the notebook under my hand, the smooth cover of it a lovely shade of blue. And when I glanced at it from beneath shaded eyes the intensity of it...brought memories of your azure-blue eyes.
I cringed, feeling something fail with in me. My hand curled up in a first from my position on the wooden chair, my gaze falling to the table. The table was slightly broken, its legs uneven and dented, as if someone had repeatedly hit at it over and over and over again. The surface of it, too, was scarred and embedded deeply with many dents and bruises, as if someone had taken a knife and carved multiple incisions upon its layer.
But what did it matter? It reflected me entirely as I am. A broken being in the very depth of an abyss.
I tugged at the notebook, feeling its mass and existence through my fingertips. Turning to the first page, I felt a smile overtook
Never ChangeTrust and honesty
is such a rare commodity
rarely given for trade
since all can be betrayed
But here I am asking you
knowing such fragility
Like a beam of light through the storm
where we break what is the norm
Asking you to be always true
Asking you to be a real friend
someone that could always be relied on
Not only at the start but also at the end
And I know you've been hurt
more than we could ever count
But even when there's all sort
of people that has an evil bout
Never give up or give in
I want to protect you from their taint
cause I already have seen
the bad picture they would paint
Making you from being hyper and happy to sad and blue
turning your warm sunshine into a darker hue
I can't have that cause you're one of a kind
In a world where good people are hard to find
it happens every day as ya know
at school, in the circle of friends,
on the work and in the office either
of course, insulters circle excepted
bullying is on the rise
like the rise of the nones
and faced by many people like you
they come from all walks of life,
races, genders, cultures and ages
so angst-riven, panic-stricken, spine-chilling,
pain-ridden and, of course, empty-handed
nightmarish all night long
from day to day down to the present day
you went into a deep depression
assailed by fear and dark thoughts
you try to settle down the silence
you try to fall asleep, bothered of awakening
you wish to have a good cry on somebody's shoulder
envy, higher education, other appearance
a handicap - physical or mental?
a weirdo, a nerd, a geek or whatever
a talent, a smother-love
delicacy of feelings
love to the reading or writing
avoidance of vulgar language
higher values and standards
for a glass-looking view
a bigger vocabulary in your head
you dress differently or you're painf
Disaster struck upon the Earth
Chaos spread like a wildfire
And the humanity split
Turning on one another
Soon nothing was left but the bare dust of the burned
The virus spread and killed everyone
And in time the dead came back to life
Hunting the living and punishing them for their sins
The Armageddon came and we couldn't escape
The world fell in to the dust of destruction
With each day the living decay as the dead arise
With each moment the remains of humanity fade
The sun blazes over the dying lands
The dry rivers and burned fields
Only the road keeps on going forever
Only the road keeps us alive
We move from town to town looking for hope
Looking for survivors in the ruins of the old world
But with each day the hope for finding anything living fades
And all the resources draw near their end
I don't know how much we can make it
Our morals and our spirits are slowly being crushed
I try to act tough for the people but it's unbearable
It's unbearable to know that all of our belov
Song Writing SeaShe can't write,
Not at this time.
In a sea of silence,
She's losing her mind.
The words are flowing
out of reach.
The ocean roars
and beats the rocks.
It plays a bass
that will not stop.
She bobs on the surface
then falls underneath.
Slowly she rises,
Finding her feet.
The pencil lifts
and finds its way to her lip.
She zones out
and chews at its tip.
A lightning bolt strikes,
Her pencil flies to the page.
It scribbles crazily,
Almost in a rage.
She can't speak,
Not at this time.
In a sea of words,
She's finding her mind.
What's Left To Do?Sometimes it is easier to walk away
Especially when filled with sorrow and pain
From innocent words spoken from the heart
unknown to one, it tears you apart
Running away may seem easier first
than facing the oncoming storm so dark
but you leave behind much more
than pain, you leave behind love, too
You don't understand how I feel
I tried so hard, but it seems in vain
A veil of love blinds who I used to love
So I'll leave for their happiness
And a veil of tears is blinding you
Why else don't you see me fighting, too?
I gave you words, within them my heart
Don't let in be in vain, it'd tear me apart
I can't stay here where I don't belong
To have tales told, I would become undone
It would drown me in my sea of tears
I know this is something that I can't bear
And still I'm begging you not to leave
My tired hand will raise once more
the shield and sword I wield for you
It's not over yet, please don't give up
I am tired and worn to the bone
My wings have no life as I fal
HouseYou see that old house up there?
Standing there up on that small hill
It's the one with that old rocking chair
When you look at it, do you feel a chill?
A chill running down your spine,
Striking you with a sense of fear.
The sight is something you can't define
But the sight alone will make your eyes tear.
The history behind the house is lost,
The people in town, do not yet know.
How the house had survived the frost.
Now there always sits a crow.
A crow sitting on the old rocking chair,
Guarding the house like it's owner did.
In the crow's eye is a small tear,
Looking where it's owner hid.
AliceWhen black has stained the infinite blue,
And sleep compels me to retreat
I grin upon the thought of my blanket's sweet embrace
As I slay the dim candle I earlier lit
Shortly, I am severed from all
To see light once more
And then I spot her, grinning widely,
Composing giggles of four
She invites me in her welcoming home,
Her hands, opened wide toward me
She tells me how fun it is inside,
She tells me it's something I'd love to see
I grin in anticipation,
And lift my hands to reach her
I think of all the wonders I'd see
Stretching my arms further
Then suddenly we are afar in countless kilometers
When we were only a foot away
And her form slowly fades into darkness
With no goodbye to say
Once again, she abandons me
Behind the cold iron bars, she leaves me
She dwells in dreams,
While I am chained to harsh reality
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