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FairytalesWhen we wanted a fairy tale
We wanted a prince/Princess
Not to be locked up
In some form of hell
But to be loved for whom we are
And who we were going to be
When we wanted a happy ending
We were expecting love young
And to have it last for the rest of our lives
We did not want to be abused
We did not want to be used by them or others
We wanted to be treated like royalty by the one we loved
But for some it does not seem that way
It seems that their knight in shining armor will never come
He/ She will not sweep us off of our feet
But if we are lucky
Our knights will come in different forms other than what we dreamed
Perhaps they will be your best friend you can tell anything
And everything to
Or they are the person who saves you from your personal little hell
Perhaps your knight in shining armor is your teddy bear or stuffed animal
Who will love you no matter what you do
Maybe it is the way you release your anguish
The pain you felt
The brush across the canvas
The pen/ Pencil across the
I'm not weird.
I'm just not socially perfect.
I'm not socially perfect.
I'm just a freak.
I'm not a freak.
I'm just misunderstood.
I'm not misunderstood.
I'm just someone you don't know.
I'm not someone you don't know.
I'm your classmate.
I'm not your classmate.
I'm your potential friend/enemy.
I'm not your potential friend/enemy.
I'm just me.
I'm not me.
I'm not awesome.
I'm just someone who knows where I wanna go and be myself.
.... Which happens to be weird, not socially perfect, a freak, misunderstood at times, someone you don't know, possibly your classmate, your potential friend/enemy, me.
Damn It..Every time I look at you.
I feel as if I'm pathetic.
That I'll never compare to you.
We're attracted to which we can not easily possess.
So I guess that's why you're after her..
I don't know..
Are you worth the fight?
Will you leave me the way you did last week?
Or will it be different..
Are you worth the fight is the question deary..
Someone please tell me.
Shattered DreamsWhy must it be you
My heart longs to bear
Why must it be you
My arms wish to hold
Why must it be you
That my lips want to touch
Why must it be you
The one who breaks me again and again
Why must it be you
Who I love so dearly
You do not know that I do
That hurts me so..
I just want to tell you
And hope you know why
I have known you since I was small
We both watched each other grow up
But you never saw my tears
You never heard my heart shatter
You will never see my tears
I hide them from you
You will never hear my heart shatter
All it is is dust
I cannot purge your gentle face from my mind
Why must it be you
My sweet, sweet friend?
If Only I Could Put Your Name Here..Why must I feel this way
It just brings me pain
Why must I be invisible
Sure you see me
I get happy when I see you
But you don't see the care I bring
Why must I be so blind
I can't be with you
No matter how hard I try apparently
I can't smile much
Granted I find idiotic things to smile about
Some things, I can't smile to
Perhaps on the morrow
I'll smile again
But will it be for you my friend?
More than likely not
But its a hope
False hope, may well be better than none..
Crooked smiles in my vision
I can no longer walk without hearing the mocking laughter
Even my shadow mocks me
Why is this so?
Stairs bring terror
The smiles mocking me with every step
Paranoia bringing the accursed black hands back to drag me down
Best I can do is watch
Stair by stair I'm drug
One may never know
Perhaps to hell
Or is it my home already?
By Layla Fauth (inspiration: blackfire64.deviantart.com)
(Your drawing made me want to write it, I do not even know why )
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
Can I?I told him
I loved him,
And that I
To be happy.
But can I
When he looks
In his eyes?
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
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
You Just KnowWhen you’re in love with someone, you just know
There’s no arrows, no signs leading you to them
It’s not a fairytale or romance novel
This is real
When you wake up and they’re there
Not in “the morning after” kind of way
When you wake up from a night of talking
A night of laughing together and talking about everything and nothing
You don’t need the memory of lust to smile when you see them sound asleep right next to you
It’s the little things that cause the smile
The way their nose crinkles when they laugh
The way they look when they’re busy and you notice
And honestly, you really don’t remember exactly how you met
You don’t remember when you “officially” got together
All you remember is that beautiful smile, the perfect lips you long to kiss
The softness and heat of their skin
The sincerity in their voice when they say, “I love you.”
Their eyes give you a feeling of safety
When they hug you, you
love doesn't come with a get out of jail free card0.
was supposed to mean
the body next to you.
wasn't meant to be
about if it's a friends house
or your current affair.
shouldn't withstand this -
and it sure as hell wouldn't -
if we (i) could try
Scurry to lock the door.
Toy-of-the-week has arrived.
Cover Barbies eyes.
We're doing thing she and Ken
could only dream about.
I'm plastic and you're
perfectly chiseled to fit
my plastic dreams.
Rush out the window.
Put the ring back on.
Return to the kitchen.
Cover up sex with Chanel.
["You seem happier."]
("I met up with a friend.")
beging to clutter
the floors of the office.
slipped between finger and
Sweet escape in the arms
of cheap booze and tobacco.
Survive one more night,
one more lie.
This is what suburbias about,
Crack of a whip.
Bruises to show.
Love games can only
go so far befor
MorrowClose your eyes
Dream of the morrow
Where you will know
What it is to love
Come with me
I'll relinquish you of your pain
Relish the bliss that you feel
It is all you need
Know the feeling
Of you in my arms tonight
Know this touch
For it is mine alone
Only you my dear
Are able to make me wish
Wish upon the morrow
That you will be here tonight
Remember everything we said
All the things that we were
And everything we never will be
Just remember me
Close your eyes
Dream of the past
Where you knew
What love was
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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