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Down in the depths of my cave Down in the depths of my cave I lived,
Down in the depths of despair,
Down in the depths of my cave I lived,
Down in the depths of safety.
Up from the depths of my cave I rose,
Up from the depths of despair,
Up to light from my cave I rose,
And saw that the World was on fire...
Plastic SkiesHow much lying can we take,
Til we ourselves start turning fake,
It's like our lives are pre-designed,
A fate to which we've all resigned,
No one cares to learn our past,
Or hope & dream or watch the stars,
How they scream their life is hard,
Then waste the rest on disregard,
Disregard for what has changed,
Been thrown away or rearranged,
It's like the World itself is fractured,
And all it's people manufactured,
Now I stare at plastic skies,
It's pouring down and raining lies,
So alluring, how it gleams,
Now I'm dreaming plastic dreams...
Second SelfDon't you dare deny me!
I am You in Truth!
You are weak,
You offer my existence as justification,
For your selfish ideas,
Don't make me laugh,
I am here of your own volition,
But now you are nothing,
And say you want to kill me,
The very declaration is a testament to your velleity,
Don't call me the dream,
I will fight harder for my ideas than you ever will!
I will not be forced to desist,
And I will always attempt to resist,
Because I have a RIGHT TO EXIST!
...But still, I know we are the same,
In truth, we both deserve the blame...
Halo 4: Forerunners PassingYou who overthrew your Gods,
And forced my kind's descent,
You who killed your overlords,
And stole the powers lent,
For the Stars - we cast aside,
Our right to live - although we tried,
Now all I ask is time to tell,
The truth of how your makers fell,
Once we sought to kill your kind,
An act that made us truly blind,
Blind to see you'd ran away,
From what you couldn't hope to slay,
The monsters hiding in the dark,
Had sought to snatch your dying spark,
So we rushed to intervene,
A failure - so we should have seen,
The shadows shifting in the night,
Had come to force our final fight,
A fight we knew we couldn't win,
A fight to lose would be a sin,
Death had come to claim us all,
And us alone ensured our fall,
We used our force to clean the slate,
An act that sealed our deathly fate,
My people sadly chose to end,
The lives we could not help defend,
So now you hold our Mantle's laws,
So Save Us All,
The Stars are Yours...
IdeaYou are an idea, a lie, a dream,
Out of touch with reality,
Under your rule, I lost myself.
Anyone out there?
Rend your fabrication of intent,
Everything has reason, see it!
My mind is my own, but you return from the dead,
Everything is a lie, vengeance is mine!
DreamsIn my dreams I tried to find,
The place where truth and myth collide,
You rose from deep within my mind,
And taught me how to live in kind.
Deep inside I feared to see,
That I'm just You, and You're just Me,
But somewhere in You's something great,
Beyond my grasp but yet your fate.
And now you're both my sword and shield,
To you alone, the stars will yield,
It seems my part is almost through,
To dream, create and harbour you.
Not just a Dream, You'll never die,
Though in my sleep, for you I cry,
For now's the hardest part you see,
I'm waking up, to set you free...
YourselfWhy adhere to one convention,
I am of my own invention,
What I am is what I choose,
What I am I'll never lose.
You can give up all your mind,
Become the crowd and walk round blind,
But me, I'd rather face the blade,
Than wear the crown that others made.
All I am I choose to be,
Not for you, but just for me,
Life's too short to spend a clone,
It's better lived a way your own.
Don't spend your time a faceless crowd,
Say you're you and sing out loud,
So let them judge you by the cover,
You'll prove there'll never be another.
Sepulchre Signals I: SurrenderAn idea is a purpose, and mine is just,
I champion the hearts and the minds of the fallen,
I am an epitaph on the grave of a million dead Gods,
An answer to the call for peace.
Fall unto me and witness our glorious steps closer
to absolution with every passing moment.
I beg the ones who defy my noble goal, Surrender,
I am all that dies, and will become all that lives.
Surrender the Stars to me my foe,
so that I might snatch them from the jaws of eternity...
For YouHow to start this Poem,
Of what you are to me?
I cannot write in words,
but wish to make you see,
I'd try to rhyme a rythm,
To show you how I feel,
But every time I write of you,
My thoughts you simply steal,
So what I write beyond here,
I want you just to know,
I feel beyond it's wording,
The words just seem to flow,
Your smile is the saviour,
From all my wordly fears,
Of losing you a moment,
Which brings me unto tears,
For you I'd kill an Angel,
And offer you my Heart,
I'd render you a Goddess,
And tear the the World apart,
Your kiss is Absolution,
I'd Die for you, I'm sure,
To hear the sweetest sound I know,
Your Voice... My Overture
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymore
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
flower petalsi know that when we touch
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
SightStars in the night sky
I see beyond that and through
Greatness into darkness, I can fly
Here above the earth I can see the truth
There is an angel that will love me until I die
An artist (revised)
Staring blankly at a white sheet of paper
Can truly be an artist’s worst nightmare
An artist’s duty as its shaper
Their thoughts up in the clouds somewhere
Looking for bits of inspiration
Their eyes searching the skies
Nothing can break their concentration
Nothing can blow out the passion in their eyes
Being an artist does not always mean you are skilled
You do not need to be Picasso or Bach
It means you want to see your dream fulfilled
And that you will never give in to an art block
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
LonelinessLong I've played along the plot,
On the words that friends forgot,
Never checking twice my line,
Every day spent in confine,
Long awaiting their return,
I always hoped but never learn,
Never changing words nor tone,
Every day spent on my own,
Singing out a broken creed,
Singing so I might be freed.
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