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Apocalypsethunderous roar, raging sea and the sunken sea beneath,
this is the place we made,
and now it's coral,
now it's an aquarium for all sorts of under-sea life,
now it's a sponge's living room
it's a museum for the clown fish,
that swim around the highways
old ventricles and aortas that don't pump blood anymore
there's a lackluster sunset,
and a sincere lack of apologies,
\there's ghosts on the shore,
and they all look like me.
I was used to deathI thought I was used to death,
I built a coffin and it begun to float,
and as I floated through the window I began to hypothesize
maybe I'd just float right into the sun,
and my reincarnated carbons,
would limbo in an endless hell,
and that's when I thought I was used to death,
scattered atoms amongst a moving sea,
and that's when I quit trying to move,
and let it take me, where it will take me
time and time againI will stand and bear this,
wave by wave as the sea turns me into fine sand on a receding beach,
I will stand by, whether you want me to or not,
I will stand and bear this,
time and time again
for time is the only thing that forgives action
and the only thing that forgets words.
tapsthe taps keep running,
streams turn into creeks,
creeks to rivers,
until this lake turns into an ocean
and all I see is sea
Sonnet for Tayloryou were a warm ghost, a flickering face on a screen
I saw your smile once, manifest, lovely ghost I saw you
love, I turned to smoke and I turned green green green
I burn you down, you burnt up and it's nothing new it's nothing new
cinders, I singed myself, my lungs turned to crisp I crumple to ash
I loved you dear, I loved you tender,
we splintered still, a thundering crash
my loving heart starved itself slender
yet, warmed in your embracing words, I took your soul
I bent you in thirds, two for me and one for you
I cheated you out, I stole I stole I stole
from you, your beating love, I broke, pursued.
if only I could. Repay that unrepairable debt,
love, I'd mend your heart, I'd rewind the cassette
I met you by the fire,
our tears fed a love,
but to know I burned you...
dear, those hours by your side turned to weeks
and the weeks turned to months
which turned to stones in my heart,
sinking me sinking you,
you gave me years
and I just left you with my fears,
tears after tears,
Sonnet for Danielle no. III remember your worst, but your best still keeps its place,
in my heart your gentle name, in my heart your pretty face,
you were not the monster I cast you as, your role was sweet your character was kind,
I remember that, but you threw it all behind,
we made a beautiful thing, our graces crossed and we created this city,
and it was huge, and it was golden, it was pretty,
our towers shook hands with the sun, our place was filled with life,
and we died a million deaths for this place, we slit a thousands wrists with one knife
we struck out lines, we burned out photos, we broke picture frames,
we cursed at each other, we slept around, we called each other names
we made something beautiful, we knew it too well,
I built you a statue in my heart, it crumbled, it fell
I look at you now, and you're better than you ever were,
you crawled out of the rubble, as I sleep in it and do not stir
despaciothe lull she left me in...
there was a roaring sound, and then silence fell from the sky
a curtain. Of dark-ness came,
I am atrasado, despacio,
I am quiet violence,
she left me a spire of clouds, she left me a migrant smoke
I was a whirlwind whipping around without sound,
ripping through the sky like a vertical line of quiet discontent
a lightning strike, with no thunder,
ripping the ground asunder, plucking it apart with anger,
the ground does not shake but the mountains move miles and the rivers run around,
this city was built on a shoreline that is now many continents away,
and it takes a man
and the man, breaks
Sonnet for Danielle no. Ipropogator, I rarely even hush thy name,
but here we are again, you fan the flames
coals now, but breathing hearts
blown upon, a jump-start
I bleed, bled and will continue to bleed,
for you, I find solace in it again to spread the seeds
a friendship renewed a ship re-float,
stick me with another knife. I'll fetch your coat
my patience is not ill mannered, it is temperance
it is patience, a semblance of what once was love, but not ill timed entrance
not another chance, not another go
we are gone, you were too slow
your name is again idle, I forgot, I forgave
I quit, I caved.
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
momentous-occasionI choose you, the lack of,
give up on your love,
off the tower, a momentous occasion,
dive, and test thy wings,
I feel the cooler air free,
but the ground getting larger and larger,
waiting for my wax to dry,
my drugs to kick,
your spine to crack,
waiting, for my heart to sink,
and there it goes, to the bottom of your fishbowl,
I'm your pet, you can just,
pick me up and set me back,
you could show me off but all you do is let me down.
are my expectations too great, or do you have "standards"?
twist the knife, these drugs don't work like they used to,
I could cry and drown in the ice,
my fridge has been on the fritz,
with my dizzy spells, forgetful nature,
lost, wake, deja vu, lost, I wake up in a strange place,
and you're never here, but I see your signs.
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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