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Otherworldly LoveNo one before her noticed me,
And no one mattered since.
Whenever I needed her,
She was there in a pinch.
Her name mattered little,
And so she never gave it.
I ended up giving her one of my own,
And she poudly loved to say it.
She told me she was not from here,
And had to make it back.
But back to where, I never knew,
Assistance I did lack.
I did not wish to return her,
To that place beyond the stars,
The place she swore she came from;
I'd rather keep her in my arms.
I tried to dazzle and charm her,
Tried to keep her in with me.
But I knew deep down in my heart,
It wasn't meant to be.
Strange things began to happen,
To my lady love and me.
But despite her warnings to steer clear,
I wouldn't let her be.
I followed her one day,
To a clearing by the lake,
I sat with her in silence,
While she cried, more than I could take.
She told me where she came from,
Told me about her home.
Told me how much she wanted to return,
And I begged her not to go alone.
We ran together through the dark,
My MedeaCold thoughts,
Freezing my mind.
I feel your touch,
But there's no one there.
I hear your voice,
But you're long gone.
I can't breathe;
Your choking me.
You mock me in my mind.
This is my prison,
This is my tomb.
I escaped from you,
But can never get away.
You'll always be there.
And no matter where I go,
I can't get away,
Not even in my mind.
His Need to Win-Chapter 1Ryan Williams was desperate. He sat in a corner booth of the 5th Ave Brewery, throwing back his third shot of the evening. His deep chocolate brown eyes were fixed firmly on the door, where his best friend of fifteen years would come through once she finally got in. Ryan and Megan grew up together. They played together on the playground and even graduated both highschool and college together. Meg would help him. He was sure of it.
Just as he was about to impatiently flag down the bartender for another shot, he saw her. Standing at 5'8" with platinum blonde hair and ice blue eyes, Megan was a knock out. Many people over the years mistakenly thought she and Ryan were together. Ryan would be lying to himself if he said he didn't try. But that all changed when Megan came to his house after her very first break up, and told him something she had never admitted to anyone else.
"Hey, doll, sorry I'm late." Meg's sweet voice cut through his thoughts, startling him back to the present. He jumpe
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
Pieces of MemoriesWhat is it that causes,
A heart to break?
What is it that makes,
Risk free to take?
Do I miss you,
Or am I forelorn?
I'm not dissatisfied;
Why am I torn?
Your name rolls in my head,
Although I've long since moved on.
So what do I feel,
I'm missing out on?
My life is perfect,
Without you in it.
Let go of my heart;
You'll never win it.
My heart beats for someone,
True to the end.
Do I miss you as just a friend?
I know that you,
Truly hate me.
Is that you your memory,
Won't let me be?
I've got nothing to say,
And I know neither do you.
So I guess I'll go on and wonder,
If from time to time,
For no reason or rhyme,
Are you unable to help,
Thinking of me too?
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