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My Heart To YoursTattered and torn,
through any storm.
My heart will beat,
and still yearn for heat.
The song that I sing is just for you.
So may I hear a song from you too?
I'm planting not just a seed but a garden here in my soul.
So here you can come and go without worry of a toll.
PromiseDo you think I’m joking? Do you think it funny? I betrayed someone dear, because I was weak she was hurt. I hut someone who called me sister all because I thought she had betrayed me first. It’s a regret that I couldn’t let go even though I was given a second chance.
You laugh at me today thinking that I must be dramatizing but I can assure you I am not. That was my childhood that I’m talking about. All but five people picked on me and called me names. Can you imagine that only five people talked to me without any kind of sarcasm in their voices. One of them even took it on her to protect me. She was like an older sister to me and out of all those years of friendship how do I repay her?
I repay her by ignoring her, by laughing rudely at her whenever she spoke. My best friend I left out in the rain and the only reason I could tell you why at that time was that she was leaving me behind in that hell hole of a school and you think its ok to laugh about that? I tell
Magic : Prelude2Once long ago, in a country where magic was the one and only power, there existed a town far out from the main cities. This town was full of hard workers and people who could only dream about being something more. It was true that in this town there did live magic, but is was known as wild magic. Wild magic was something that could not be tamed without years of practice and it was rare because this magic was the kind that you could only be born with. Sadly since few ever had the means to go somewhere to let that power grow it was hard for them to leave.
One day the town received a visit from a wizard who called himself The Great Collins. This man came to the town and won over most of them with his tricks and sweet words. No one would see the wolf in sheep's clothing of know what was to come.I was powerless to stop the events and to stop from having my little brother be a part of it. All I could do was watch as fate took over. My name is Haya and this is where the story begins, the last
Last Night's DreamLast night I had a dream, but I can't remember how it started.
I only knew that at that moment I was dead. Some feeling in the dream lead my to believe I was poisoned. My body was gone, put underground or burned I don't know.
I could see and feel everything like when I was a live, much like a phantom limb case, but the only thing different was that no one else could see or hear me.
I was no longer able to interact with anyone. The house I was in looked like the collaboration of all the places i lived. It looked like a pretty home.
I suddenly thought of something that made me incredible scared. What if right now I was waiting to be taken to heaven or pulled down to hell. This scared me only because I was not sure where I belonged.
I walked into the kitchen and as I did so I looked to the ceiling filled with worry as I asked out loud "God, what will happen to me?"
At that moment, standing by the counter looking down, the whole house lit up as if there was no ceiling and the sun shined do
Magic: Issac's RegretThere are many things I have come to regret.
Many of which I have come to terms with, but the thing that breaks me every time is how my failure caused my sister to be cursed.
Its because I wasn't strong enough. Not to fight off that monster, not to remember who I was and because of that my dear Haya was left alone.
I come to her every now and again, but never approach her. I release game her way so that she may hunt in her invisible cage.
If nothing else I will find away to break that cage.
When I have the courage I would like to talk to her and ask for her forgiveness.
For now I am too ashamed.
Magic: Haya's AngerHow did I let this happen?
How dare he take everything from me and leave me here bond to stone!
If its the last thing I can do, I will break free and seek his life.
That much I have to do so I can pay him back for all of this, for me and my brother.
It was his fault that my brother's life was stolen!
I will take no mercy the way that water serpent took none on us.
I will make him pay, tenfold if I can!
Can Words Help Heal?How can you say the words?
What is the right thing to say,
To someone who has lost another?
When something like this happens,
It's never easy.
I may not know what it is your feeling,
But I have felt this kind of pain.
The wound that is left cuts deep.
Right now that wound is bleeding
And has yet to stop.
I don't know if these words will stop it,
But you must know.
They say time will heal it.
But I know that's not true.
That kind of wound doesn't heal,
To lose someone you love,
Is a wound too deep for time.
The pain always brings the tears that burn you,
From the inside.
The truth is nothing can heal that wound.
You will continue to have it carved into you.
The question is will it become a scar?
Or an infected sore?
Yes, its true there is nothing to stop the pain.
There is nothing to stop it from coming back once it fades.
There is only who.
Who will you tell?
Who will you remember with?
Who can you cry with?
Those questions are the most important ones,
To making that wound
To the One I LoveThe days are cold and longer they seem.
Here I wait for an unwanted dream.
Time keeps slipping unyielding to me.
So are these thoughts inspired by thee.
No anger is left, no lonesome sigh.
Not since you've been the apple of my eye.
I'm sure summer will come for those who need the sun.
As far as I go the number I need is one.
I'll wait for you through rain or snow.
And take on anyone you believe your foe.
I am all yours and I know your mine.
With us together I know I will be fine.
Showing LoveAlone again,
Why is that?
I have made many friends,
Yet I don't see them as much as I wish.
I know I can't see them everyday.
I know I can't expect them every weekend,
But to not see them for months is too long.
I know I can't wait for them.
Sometimes its me that has to ask for time,
But to hardly be asked my self hurts.
My friends are the only things I have sometimes.
My family is my life,
But friends are my treasure.
Don't they know that?
The love of my family will always be my guiding light.
My friend's love, though, is the warmth of the sun to my soul.
I miss them so much.
Everyone has gotten busy.
In my family I feel alone.
I love my family,
But the love I have for my friends is the one I need to show.
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
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
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
The PointIt’s the taste of cake mix on the spoon, that first time you ‘help’ bake a cake.
It’s seeing the bright world afresh after a dark nightmare, when you first wake.
It’s when you make them laugh and, in that moment, everyone loves a clown.
It’s when your heart stops before the roller coaster plummets down, down.
It’s when the lights go out before your favourite band plays and you scream.
It’s that moment you look around and everything’s perfect enough to be a dream.
It’s the anticipation of waiting for a new episode of your favourite television show.
It’s the first time you listen to your favourite record and you just sort of know.
It’s reading a book cover-to-cover and a million times more and still crying at the ending.
It’s the stiff, tight, real feeling of a smiling scab as you watch the wound mending.
It’s when you first meet your best friend and you hate each other (but in a good way).
california wintersthe tears
I rationed have all
run out. Tuesday comes
up behind me and steals
my breath; my cat snores.
she can’t sleep soundly
since she lost her seventh
life. I’m like that, I’m always
worried someone will try to steal
what I’ve already given away.
I miss color. newsprint sobs
washed me out. I am a
blank canvas, I am a faceless,
I am one
of you. I wake up sweating
and it’s winter and I can’t
sleep because my memories
follow me between my sheets;
jake still won’t listen.
we never knew we were the
lucky ones, we scarred, too. don’t
touch me. don’t want
me, don’t bare my bones
when you think I’m not
watching. I’m afraid of
myself. breathing loud
enough that others know
I exist; you follow me,
needing, laughing, it’s
a game. who has lost
the most, we all want
to win; I’m so tired, so scared,
there’s no one in the world
who sees me. I can’t cry.
we’re in a drought.
Change the World
Let the waters pour over the past.
Let the fires burn our passions for the future.
Let us be true to ourselves today, for good.
It is our hearts that guide us into our dreams.
It's the light of others love that lifts us from our troubles.
So to deny either one will send you down a darken path.
Those who know who you are, look for your inspiration.
Those, whom have yet to see themselves, look in the eyes of your friends.
For in those eyes lies your true self.
For those lost souls whom think there are no friends to be found,
You are mistaken.
They are the ones who care that hold a friendly kind of heart.
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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