|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Not AloneSo here you are, a brand new world,
You now find yourself in.
Your destiny is now unfurled,
Your life will now begin.
You now need to open your eyes,
It’s time to meet your muse.
It surely must be a surprise,
But you’ve nothing to lose.
This world must all be new to you,
So much of it unknown.
But you’ll survive, you always do,
As you are not alone.
FreeHow best to describe how I feel
When I spend time with you?
I hate that I have to conceal
What I would like to do.
Is it not clear that I love you?
Why is it you can’t see?
I hope one day I can break through
So that you will love me.
Until then, I’ll be by your side,
And always there for you.
I’ll take my problems in my stride,
For you, I will make do.
We’ll stand together, side by side,
Just as we always have.
I won’t leave you alone outside,
For you’re my other half.
And so my love, I’d like to say
You’re everything to me.
My love for you will never fray,
Because of you, I’m free.
New FeelingsWhy is it that I feel this way
About someone like you?
I do not know how to convey
These feelings, I’ve no clue.
Is it normal? Is it right?
I need to hear an answer.
My heart feel like it’s in a flight
When I’m with you, my partner.
Now I myself see nothing wrong
With my falling in love.
Yet I know that I must be strong,
And peaceful as a dove.
And so my love, please take my hand
And say what you would like to.
Just as you found me in this land
I’m now helpless to you.
Please remember, there’s nothing wrong
With speaking your true feelings.
Please tell me where you now belong
And feel a sense of being.
My heart needs to know how you feel,
I need to hear it too.
To you, that is my hearts appeal,
Can we start something new?
Always TogetherI’ve finally come home, my dear,
And won’t leave you again.
Know that you’ve got nothing to fear
And will feel no more pain.
Your suffering is at an end.
You need shed no more tears.
Your heart it is my job to mend
And free you from your fears.
So take my hand, my dearest one,
Let us start a new life.
With this sadness we now are done,
We’ll soon be free from strife.
I’m happy lying in your arms,
Feeling light as a feather.
So I tell you, with all my charms,
We’ll be always together.
My WishI’m not sure when it started,
But I’ve fallen in love.
He makes me feel light-hearted.
He fits me like a glove.
I know not to waste my time,
The truth must now be told.
I wish not to lose my prime,
Or be stuck in the cold.
I wish I could be stronger,
To tell him how I feel.
We’d be closer for longer
My feelings not concealed.
I wish I could be braver,
Not have to be alone.
I wish to win his favour
As he has won my own.
For you, my loveMy love for you can know no bounds,
It builds up in my chest.
Your voice is the sweetest of sounds,
In knowing you I’m blessed.
Your heart is the sweetest I’ve known.
Your eyes filled with their beauty.
Your wonder I have now been shown,
For you I’ll do my duty.
Do you feel the same love I feel?
My love, give me an answer.
It’s time for our future to seal.
My heart now needs its lancer.
I need to hear you speak the truth.
What is your deepest feeling?
Please speak your mind within your youth,
My ears, for you, are willing.
The New CrimeaFrom China's people'd farms and towns
To the dark-Dnieper flowing broad,
A tramp and growl of war resounds
And planes sail o'er children awe'd.
For distant Russia stirs from sleep
And clears the snow about her head.
Now awake from dreaming deep
To build a wall with Western dead.
For common man with no fear or sloth
Let out a message high and bold;
To join with Europe's peaceful oath
And break the Russian stranglehold.
Fair Europe girds her children well
To stand with sons of Cossack men
And send the Russian down to hell
And face down Barbarous hordes again.
For we in Europe long abide
And fight in Western brotherhood
Against the cruel eastern tide
Where once the lauded Teuton stood.
GoJust run don't look back, you already did that enough times to give yourself whiplash. Drop everything and just start running, it's your turn to finally start getting what you want. So don't just sit there and do fuckall like you always do, do something else for fucks sake. No matter how much it hurts don't stop, it'll get better; it always does it just takes time. So get the fuck up and go.
a network of lines that intersectOne May morning
I was stumbled upon by my soul,
my body splayed in a curl of light like the petal of an iris.
10,347 or probably less poems
beat in livid hives beneath my skin, my skin fishing
for a less-offensive rug to teach it the art of braille.
I left ridges in the dirty argyle as I woke, 10,009 braille
death threats composed to the drug of morning
injected, red, into my tired eyes as if by the fishing
hook my soul
uses to catch the shimmering poems
skittering like flighty koi-fish in the iris
of the universe (blue/green like earth). My iris
is scored by the astronaut prints of 5 years ago: invisible braille
smudges left by my soul as she writes scripture in the form of sestina poems.
is the scroll from which that soul
reads, one leg dangling over the precipice of my pupil, fishing
as I do, now, with my hands in scalding water. I am fishing
for the exact shade of my father’s favorite red iris
in the burning steam emitting from the sink. I feel my soul
touch herself i
LIRIA CRUSADERSIn this world, it is not like your own
For in this land sat a king on a thrown.
Though this man had a kind face,
Behind the castle walls, peonage took place.
The king thought himself a powerful man
And enslaved the entire Zotairak Clan.
The Zotairaks’ leader, whom once stood tall,
Now sat under the king as his personal thrall.
This way of life lasted for many centuries,
Building up some rather terrible memories.
Finally one day the Zotairak leader had enough.
He rose up tall and yanked off his cuff.
With his mighty voice, he roared to his clan,
“Come brothers, come sisters, and come forth woman and man!
Together we will fight back for our land!
We will be free of this pain, free from this misery!
We will break from this evil penitentiary!”
So the battle began and soon turned into war
Ending only when neither clan could fight anymore.
Though, this war was far from over. This they all knew.
The Zotairak retreated across the sea to Feiaras to plan their next move.
The Found, Dead OnesThere once laid a village in ancient caves,
ravaged by time and touched by sword,
yet the First Ones stayed in their homes,
For an eternity, they slumbered,
their homes carved out of cold stone.
Their forms, once stout, are now slender,
their skins grey and the air held dust.
Ravaged by time and touched by sword,
nothing of value remained in the rooms
and deciphered texts told very little
save for references of siege and disease.
What once filled these caverns were
works that inspired wonder and
displayed their might, but now
they lay crumbled and forgotten.
No one knew who ended the First ones
And the elderly creatures held no answer
nor would they care about
the First Ones’ plight.
DragonMy eyes are flame; my breath is flame;
Everybody knows my name.
If you seek fame then come to me:
I'll make sure you die famously.
I ate their sheep; I'll eat you too.
Believe me, I'm not scared of you.
Your pretty lance is just a thorn.
Come test it on my blackened horn.
Your sword is naught more than my claw.
I'll crush it with my iron jaw.
And, should you make it past that point,
I'll rip each fragile limb from joint.
To round it out, I'll burn the rest.
How's that for an end to your quest?
My girth is greater than your house.
To me, you're just a little mouse.
Let's make it clear: You stand no chance.
To me, you're just a pesky ant.
So bring it on, you hero, you!
I ate their sheep; I'll eat you too.
Die Tryingwhat the hell did i do, to never ever try to do better?
When have my exceptions always surpassed my expectations.
My worried woe's hold me back,
Try, try again strapping boy you,
For the World will rely upon your wisdom and misguided fortunes.
And forever be the day you shall never forgive,
the day you forgot to Remember. Just to try, and try to do better.
Because the thought of One-thousand tomorrows will never meet the time,
those worried, forgotten yesterday's promised.
Robert J. Price Jr.
The Haunted KnightI have a tale I'd like to tell,
A story dark,
With bloody end and bitter smell.
A story, in truth all about me,
My guilt laid bare for all to see.
After wars and battles, and so much blood,
I laid my armour in the mud.
I threw my sword to the lake,
And holy vows I chose to take.
A silent life inside a cell,
With holy books to make me well,
No steel skin to save my bone,
But hooded robes and a life alone.
Rest my soul to avoid temptation.
My heart was lost,
In a place so dark,
So deep, a place so vast.
I was a soul alone,
In some place unknown,
Devoid of love and as cold as stone.
My first battle had been a hard won thing,
And ever after, guilt did sting.
Men who died screaming upon my blade,
Men I crushed underfoot in mud now laid.
Men now dead, by my hand,
Men who lay, while I now stand.
One freezing winters, silent night,
I stood alone by candlelight,
My troubled thoughts whispered by,
Devilish tongues who heard me cry,
Who smelt fresh blood upon this so
Boiling overAlone up there in the tower,
The lady is locked up.
That poor, sweet, innocent flower,
How long must she be stuck?
The lady waits for her brave knight
To save her from this strife.
Battle the dragon, win the fight,
And take her as his wife.
And so it happens, as she wished,
Though this was not her dream.
It feels as though she’s left adrift,
While he is left agleam.
She’s left there in his shadow,
Not left her own person.
He sets a path, and she follows,
For she is not a burden.
Until one day she tells him
The error of his ways.
That she is not an item,
And this is what she says:
“It has come to my attention
What you have done to me.
So now I’m going to mention
What I think you can’t see.
I’m no trophy, my dearest knight.
You now need to see that.
I haven’t quite escaped my plight,
It’s not yet in my past.
You’ve treated me as some object
Since I have been your wife.
I wish I could gain your respect
With my own way of life.
A poem about damsels in distress - because they annoy me.
Yeah, I know, this is a bit of a change of pace, but the mood just struck me to write a poem about something like this.
Bit of a disclaimer here as well, I'm not female, I just wanted to get this out here.
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
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