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Emotionally InvestedHe slowly fills me in on his life,
Telling me about his losses and confusion.
I long to ease his suffering.
Tears silently fall from my eyes
While he smokes a Marlbro.
He is blind to the here and now
As he shares his painful memories.
Briefly he sees my tears,
Tells me that he's not worth crying over.
He doesn't want to hurt anyone,
Drag them into his unsteady life.
He'd rather be alone,
For he knows that
If she were to say that she wanted to fix them,
He'd take her back in a heartbeat.
He'd welcome her once again into his open arms.
It leaves me torn and concerned,
Leaves me emotionally invested,
I can't tell him,
Because he won't approve,
Doesn't want me falling for him.
But it's a little too late.
I'm already emotionally invested.
You SaidYou say that you want me to move in with you,
That you want me back in your life.
But you're the one who walked out of mine.
How can I believe what you say?
You said that you didn't mean to disappear,
Didn't mean to hurt me.
Yet you did it anyways.
Why would I trust what you've said?
You told me that you still love me,
But when I tell you the same thing,
You don't see how,
When not even five minutes earlier,
You told me
"You don't just stop loving someone."
How can I believe what you tell me,
When you don't believe it yourself?
Yesterday, Today, TomorrowYesterday,
My ex stopped by.
I broke down,
And he saw my tears,
It was almost as if nothing bad happened
As he kissed me for the last time.
Not one song
Can explain how I feel.
Cut and paste
The memories brought to the surface.
I want to cry into a full bathtub
As my speakers play
Songs for the broken-hearted,
And my sweet release
Lets the pain flow freely.
I might regret standing there
For so long,
And letting my vulnerability
Be so exposed.
My heart might start to heal,
My pain may start to dull,
My weaknesses become my strength.
May never come...
Where Is Your Reality?I can feel the bass through my feet.
Lights flash before my eyes
In a blur of color.
Neon clothes and make-up
Glow beneath the black light.
Bodies are being mashed together
In a dancing frenzy.
We hug people we've just met,
And become part of their family
The next weekend.
We all instinctively follow
A short code of conduct;
That make up
Our underground world.
We forget reality
And go by different names.
People recognize one another
By simple pieces of jewelry.
I am Star Burst.
I am a raver.
I am one of thousands.
Where is your reality?
The Wrong Cards Were PlayedOur marriage isn't going to happen
Quite the way we wanted.
Everything has to be put on hold
For a few years,
Because the wrong cards were played.
We have more time to plan things
In more detail,
And we have time to save up.
But I'll be without you
For a few Years
Because the wrong cards were played.
I know everything is left up to fate,
But we also have free will
And the power of choice.
Now I will have to Suffer
Here without you
For a few years
because of your choices
And the wrong cards were played.
So Much For Staying Friends...You had someone text me
Asking for me to not contact you anymore...
What is that about?
It's been over three months
Since I've talked to you...
I only called you once,
Sent you one text,
and one friend request online...
I miss you.
What is so hard to understand about that?
So much for staying friends...
Just because things didn't work out as we planned,
Doesn't mean we fade into a distant memory of one another...
Ignorance is BlissWhen someone says ignorance is bliss
It's a lie.
She doesn't see
The pain she is causing.
It all started
One quiet summer day
With bubble tea.
I started to fall for her.
Her pale skin,
Soft blonde hair,
Beautifully blue eyes,
That was eight months ago
Her ignorance is her bliss,
But it's also my pain.
Every call goes to voicemail.
Each text goes unanswered.
Where did I go wrong?
What did I do?
She doesn't see
The pain she is causing.
I long to look into her blue eyes,
Touch her pale skin,
Play with her blonde hair,
And see that perfect smile.
But she's forgotten about me
I love her
More than she sees
And as each day passes,
The pain only gets worse.
When someone says ignorance is bliss
It's a lie.
She doesn't see
The damage she has done,
The pain she has caused.
For My Grandfather:: A tributeMy grandfather was only 66,
On September 25, 2010
When he left this world.
I miss him,
More than I have shown.
I haven't cried,
Haven't let my emotions be seen.
I can barely keep
My head level.
Do I have the ability
To keep a lid tightly sealed?
Hearts seem to beat slower
During a funeral,
Or a memorial.
Tears fall faster than most realize.
We take the time to grieve,
Those who have left this earth.
Some leave without pain,
Others pass on without remembering
The day before,
Or that they told their son,
Directly for the first time,
"I love you, Scott."
My dad became a little misty-eyed
As he said,
"I love you, too, Dad "
Liver cancer made my grandpa give up
A severe infection
Put him in pain.
Mersa in his blood,
Made him lose
His last shred of hope
You will forever be remembered
In our hearts,
And in our spirits.
I love you, Papa
I miss you
In the corners of my eyes,
Threatening to fall...
I walk in the door
And know that
Even though there might be people home,
My bed will be empty,
And these threatening tears will fall,
Only to hit a cold pillow...
I love you...
My heart aches every time we're apart...
Please help me cease these tears...
I don't know exactly what to do...
It makes me feel helpless
To know that I can't function completely
I love you so much...
Help me understand
What I'm going through...
This is all new to me...
As these tears threaten to fall...
Slivers of light(French version below)
The most dreadful winter of my life came.
I abandoned the idea of a blossoming future,
Fled the misery of my own motherland,
For a woman I have far too often dreamt of.
Among the singing buds of the Shinto shrine
A white plum caresses my back,
Its petals lull me, my eyes are sealed, sweet reverie,
A convent of grass
The junk of my thoughts
Send me to Amaterasu.
Blushing Lotus, enticing Lilacs, panting Azaleas,
So many mistresses!
Enough perfumes to be drunk from them.
Why, my promise, have I been waiting so long to join you?
Your hair like Sakura flowers
Your laughters sound like Shamisen.
Over the pond, a dragonfly sits down and begins to dream
Masquerading FlowersPink and white ruffles
bend and sway as
green leaves and thick stalks
waltz their blooms
through a balmy breeze.
taste-test the air,
sweeping for danger;
faux petals move
an inch at a time
high above the forest floor.
A vibrant orchid mantis
plays it cool
and takes it slow,
masquerading as a still-life
in a mobile world.
FireThe fiery warmth.
The sparks of red and orange.
Destructive, passionate, yet mesmerizing.
In an instant, it can take away a life through its destructive ways.
But yet, it can save a life with its warm embrace.
The fire spreads.
The tongues of flame licking at the fuel,
Its light throwing shadows dancing across your face.
Dangerous, yet safe.
Angry, but calm.
Harmless, until one spark lets loose.
Then the fire is free.
The master of chaos,
Hidden beneath a façade.
Wait until the veil crumbles,
To reveal its true power
Monarch MorningsMistress Monarch spreads
over white-capped mountains,
a new dawn seen through
thin antennae masks
and yellow-trimmed lace.
I have a bouquet of light
of shattered sunrays
that shun those
whose rose is not as rubicund
or whose cerulean is only slightly sea-green-stained.
Slice up the white
and imprison it in sardine cans
and push the plungers home.
But no matter how much you may try
the result is death;
for you've frayed the perfect threads
And only dried minerals and plasma
some darker version of the cosmic latte concentrated.
My heart is a prism.
All that's around me
some hibernating humming
frozen beneath the winter's coat.
I must be a time machine,
because I cannot abide this monochrome much longer.
And I've sprung forward to spring.
I'm seizing the icicles
that drip from the pallid clouds
and stripping them
and cutting them
and setting them
and in my heart they are transcribed
and flowers bloom
in the rumination of the sunlight.
a host to the aquatic fermentation
and I sip this bouquet
an imitation of the future,
In a momentary fall
Prodding the air
Crushed with the rest
Melt like your brethren
I never liked you anyway
The Blue CurseIn the fit of rage,
At the stupidity of mankind,
The rain was fiercely angry,
And in her anger,
Long ago, in the storm,
The rain cursed mankind.
The curse burned deeper
Than the brightest red,
Not bringing about senseless anger,
But instead a heartbreaking sadness
That broke them,
But left them alive.
It was blue tears,
And those blue feelings,
That ruined them.
From blue gave birth to the other colors.
For what comes from sadness but change?
So blue became sadness.
Each generation of mankind,
Turned bluer, and with each lifetime
The sky turned grayer.
Until it was but a pitch black.
And the rain was satisfied
With her work.
And the Blue Curse
Two Second ShutterSun-rimmed glasses magnified hidden eyes,
the leopard's sleek fur a mosaic of leaves.
Tempting irises with an earthly fury
shift as forest shadows dance and writhe,
breathing so close, you can't believe
the trees haven't fallen silent yet.
Sunlight spirals twinkle down to fireflies,
tiny flares lighting on quivering whiskers.
The stage is set for unrequited desire;
you pack up your camera as she stirs, languid.
Some things aren't meant to be captured
and out here, your camera is a cage.
Night PersonifiedI am the night
Can you see me?
If you can at all.
Sometimes I can be completely dark,
The moon lights your path.
She sits in my sky
Watching over all
As I blanket the world in darkness.
No one realizes that I blanket them.
They take me for granted.
Yet I'm here
As I have been since the dawn of time.
I am the dark that falls before you fall into slumber
I hold the stars for you to watch
In wonder and in awe.
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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