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Fairy Tales and Mix tapesOnce upon a time
Tiny fingers would draw love notes
On sky paper and converse shoes
With a voice that is so fine
The universe would immerse
To float and glide
When there wasn't one saved cassette
Or person who could breath the last breathe
The world went deaf
And read the covers to every last detail
Following one another with pre-made trails
But when she sings
There's sudden wings and Fairly Tales
A foreshadow dice rolls
What other action is there,
Then to recite the numbers that
Was Pixie dust made to be a slumber of
F O R E V E R?
A mushroom house village
Hollow and misshaped
With flowers to bloom
Just focus on the vivid landscape
Marble SoundsThey live inside the deep clouds up in sky
Just to hold high everything above
While they sing their own sweet lullaby
The sounds of sharp tongue escape lips
Wearing masks of masquerade
They sing the sounds of marble birds
Where is desire formed
They burst to fires like ignited fireworks
Never will these flames touch ground
For these people were born from stars
Due to fade at any time of any day
They fail to see if it has been a year or a decade
They look down the glass like sky
Arms linked by invisible string
And they already know
Everything there has and is to be
But they will never let it show
Never over their mask of snow
kaleidoscopic eyesShe cries softy against me
Her cold cheek pressed with mine
Shallow cuts on the insides of her tongue
Burnt lips taste like frozen skin
She is fragile and paper thin
A single drop falls from her kaleidoscopic eyes
She's beautiful when she doesn't try
When she doesn't hide
She is hidden in the cracks of pavement
And within every feather of a bird
She has drown in sightless skies
Only to have a taken heart
Loved and lost
Till no scars can hide
Who is she?
I dont know
But how am I any exception?
Insecure HopeI want to be sure
Of what I can do
Of whom I am
Because you’re beautiful
And I'm a mess
Just let me forget
Because nothing exists with you
Now we don't talk no more
You're better than this
And you know it's true
And I should have gone home
I'll just home before my time's out
And sometimes I wish I didn't
And I'm living on the line of life
But is this called living or something else?
Because I still have hope in you
And I want you back
We were temporary friends
And now what are we?
Why we do pretend
And I love you
But it's not enough
I'm not enough
HomicideSociety killed the teenager.
Reality killed the dreamer.
Sanity killed the character.
Supremacy killed the drifter.
Animosity killed the lover.
Infamy killed the hero.
Compliancy killed the innovator.
AsexualThe girl is afraid of love.
The girl is afraid of love?
That can't be right.
That isn't right at all.
I live for love.
It's the empty need I fear.
He's so beautiful.
I love him.
I want to make him happy, but not by sacrificing my needs.
I want to be close to him, but not give up my purity.
But that's all he wants.
That's all he ever wants.
I don't even think about it until he's trying to push my boundaries.
He can't see the other way.
He doesn't want the other way.
He wants me.
But I don't want him.
Not like that.
Chasing RainbowsToo many days spent drowning in ink
Too many nights smothered by shadows
Too many hours lost at sea
Too many demons to stop the bleeding
Too many moons sitting shattered in the dark
Too many moments of potent fragility
Too many storms weathered alone
Too many memories to want to go home
Too many fears that freeze lungs instantly
Too many mirrors making fraud reality
Lights are fading grey
The air's getting cold
There's not enough time left
To keep chasing rainbows
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