|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
hungryI am hungry....starving....famished.
For what? Food? Drink? Words I cannot say?
The ones you won't? Emotions, filling me,
until they overwhelm my walls and I
bust open like the cheap dam I am. I am a
poorly built creature and I am aching because
I can't keep anything inside me. Broken, cracks
everywhere, with no one willing to put time in me
because I can't keep that either. A hollowed, twisted
frame. I am hungry and insatiable, a void to peer into.
See nothing but my darkness looking back at you.
starstruckyour eyes glitter with fields of stardust
which looks pretty to the happily oblivious
who don't know death is behind such beauty;
they don't know your soul is a black hole and
their awe is wasted on something terminal
I am not your Eve.I am not your Eve.
I am not of your flesh and bone. I have my own thoughts, and feelings, and dreams, none of which belong to you, and are not subject to your approval. I am not lost or broken. You are not my missing piece.
I was given the gift of free will, just like you were, and I shall wield it as a blade, to cut through your lies and misguided sense of superiority. I am not your slave with the well-hidden chain and shackle; I do not answer to your summons. My body and mind belong to me. I will not have them tainted with antiquity's rejects. The past is the past. I will not hold the blame for your inabilities and lack of progression, nor must I put up with it.
I am not your Eve.
I am Lilith, but I won't let my reputation be slain by hunters who have been denied their prey. I am no monster for wanting what I rightfully deserve and what I have earned. I will not be trapped in some upturned bowl prescribed to me, like an insect requiring further inspection by a child. I am not t
There's a pot of gold at the end...You are god and light and I am a
speck of cloud on an otherwise beautiful morning.
When I rained, I poured relentlessly, but
you could always see right through, and
together, we made rainbows and promises. People
would always see our beauty and call it a miracle of sorts.
They would praise your name in a heavenly chorus,
always forgetting it took my tears to help them see
the true colors behind an any-other-dreary day. You are
just a word waiting for an opportunity to be said.
Meanwhile, I drift across the atmospheres,
waiting for you to once again need me
litanyhere's a list of perfections and imperfections
you are a mama's boy and I am a
wild rave girl, sneaking out the bedroom window
to party it up with the moon and stars
and my hair is made up with twigs from sprawling
around with whatever night creature I find
but you are light so pure, I cannot dream to reach it
happiness in your heart, while I'm struggling to
know if there is even one in me, let alone if it is worth
sharing, so I am afraid the finer detailing of
who I am will be lost in the contrasting between us; how
can the cleanly want one of the dirtiest
whose filthy waters swirls eddies around our tentative feet
we look at each other to find where
the pieces fit, not knowing we have to cut holes in ourselves
hook, line, and sinkerI was supposed to be the siren, and you to be the captain
but instead of crashing into rocks, you tore through me
left me filled with splinters while you sailed away
I can't get you out of me, so I leave you alone
except each day, the pieces of you cut deeper
every last one festering and aiming for my heart
though I gasp for air to rid myself of the poison you are,
I've become nothing more than another dead fish in the sea
What most people actually feelI am.....broken
no- I am
I am cliched
a dewdrop on a a perfect red rose
a heart-shaped cloud on a lovers' afternoon
I am all the pretty things you feel for when
you see girls bent over from their non-existent weight
shoulders hunched in pain and bones sharply defined
eyes hungry for sweet word candy capsules to swallow
willing, sliding out their hands for one hallowed touch
before pushing them down their constricted throats
hardly tasting as it's forgotten in their need for more
dusty memories on some stupid shelf
a sticky-note reminding you have a big meeting
the surprise party you have been expecting
no- I am
I am nothing
desiredcut out like lace
see through to my intimate secrets
in delicate swirls
I am haute-couture, with an
emphasis on hot
ugly dressed up as pretty, clothes dirtied
from skin and weak
minds and weaker ties held together
defined by careless
use and the distinct need of being needed
and ultimately trashed
your diet coke will only make you hungrier(just some wolf with big blue eyes)
I don't know when I stopped using capitals in my writing
Or when I stopped talking as much
I dyed my hair because I was trying to show you
That I didn't have to show you anything
I told myself to stop writing poems about you
As if the days I spend locked in your ice cold glare
Was something I could escape
My mother still screams at night
She has the worst nightmares I've ever heard
And I think I might be going down the same route
I keep telling myself to breathe
That it is okay, and I will be okay
We were never okay
and despite myself, i've noticed it
you don't look at me anymore
Moriah JeanShe was soft and warm.
She was stone-cold.
I watched her, the strength in her
spine, the height in her shoulders,
the wave of ebony silk cascading over her
back - there was an unmistakable air.
But that skin, tight and smooth,
pulled over round hips, curved along
the concave of her stomach, crested
over her breast- a desert landscape.
She was sharp and round in all the
Formed from lightning and sand-
a burst of energy, a birth of
Untouchable, but for that treasured
moment of welcome, that break in
tension, that upturning of lips, pink
The knowing glance, the wanting look,
the low eyes, so dark, framed by sharp
lines and light- they placed her on a
pedestal, but she bent down with out-
She was not a goddess. She was polished
and coy, she was music - a symphony,
and sometimes, the cymbals crashed;
But she knew she was beautiful, and
she knew her strength was in the way
she let the music
remember melightning steps
haunt the cargo hold
where they let them
doze off... drunken bastards...
lightning steps -
sharpshooter stab marks (neck,)
a stern mother
the glare... bewitched
to the portholes. memento mei,
as written on the daughter's amulet;
she clutches it unknowingly in her sleep.
(will she burn too?) the night is
young but she isn't
anymore; she doesn't
know it yet.
Someone ElseWhat's the point of talking if no one will listen?
Of walking if there's no where to go?
Of singing to an empty room?
Of dancing alone?
Of writing what no one will read?
Of having feelings no one will care about?
You have the hope, that one day, one person might
Listen to you
Walk with you
Hear your soul
Dance with you
Read what is important to you
Care about the feelings you do have
And one day I hope
To do the same
For someone else
is the scalding breath of winter.
the piss-thin streaks of dandruff snow,
is a kid afraid to be standing
in that corner because of that madman
with that coarse, red face and
but now he's sleeping
under a ragged coat,
so it might be safe? no, no,
this is the wrong memory,
this is not
how he would like
to have him etched...
standing alert and smoking
brand of cigarettes
and twirling that sad stub with
long frost-tinged fingers
back when he would respond
to his feeble
"what are you waiting for?.."
for a bark.
nothing else to wait for!.."
"the steel ship."
I am everywhere
I am everything
I am your world
I am your voice
I speak in your blood
I sing in your tar
I am your lungs
I breathe your suffering
I contract your tears
I am your past
I recollect your misery
I predict your end
I am your friend
I embrace you with sickness
I deliver you from happiness
I am your everything
I am your only love
You. Need. Me
You. Can. Never. Escape. Me
LoveFluttering, floating softly in the air.
Taken to and fro by the breeze.
Locations seen that could no be believed.
Till the wind grabs and shreds.
A Sirens Song.A slight breeze ruffled plumes attached onto an appendage.
We have searched so far...
Irritation could be seen within smiles.
For so long…
Six eyes watched as the flare from the Sun snuffed itself,
Cursed with feathers…
beyond the horizon.
Adorned to bone…
A breath of lethargy was passed through the group.
Our bodies grow tired…
Heaviness hung in the air.
Too weary to fly…
Darkness was descending.
Enduring days upon rocks…
Anticipation was setting in.
On a tiny isle…
There, within the distance, a slight dot.
A distinct vessel, traveling at a fast speed.
The winds carried to them the shouts of some...
Licking lips in excitement of the approaching storm.
Liners catch reefs, steering it towards their archipelago…
Three heads look towards the sky.
Lives are lo
LucyHer eyes lit with hope
The dark oppressing the single flame
Small boots loud on the wooden floor
Quietly making her way through the winding halls
She searches for the one room.
"Nonsense" they told her "Quit lying"
They did not believe her, they did not even listen!
They could no longer be curious
The war had taken their innocence, their childhood
Not her, she would not let go
She would hold on, fight with nail and tooth
She would war with War, and she would win
Her world would be her weapon
She found the doorway
Crept into the thick darkness
No life was thrumming this time
It was just her and the small flame of hope
It was enough to cast a light pallor
Unto the gleaming mahogany
Her breath quickened, her heart stuttered
Her hands shook as she twisted the dull brass
The wood opened before her
A cool breath blew out the flame
Her eyes widened felicitously
Hope thrived in this dark room
She entered the wood
To embrace her innocent destiny
Keep in Touch!
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