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Lesbian EyesI will not bother to introduce myself -
seeing as you're certain of my identity:
"Lesbian Eyes!" You grab my attention
and strangle my pride
along with everything else which I keep inside.
Perhaps it's my colourful ways which confuse you all:
blinded by my flair.
My monochromatic closet is my hideaway;
it is waiting for my to escape its wooden walls someday.
New season: new shades.
I should indulge my gay flesh with flamboyant colours
to hide my shame
and mask that almost unbearable pain.
Don't let me breathe on you
or you’ll catch my disease!
It will smoulder your souls and intoxicate your mind -
it may make you even more blind.
For already you can’t see that we’re the same;
as hard as it may be to believe…
we live in the same world, absorb the same air,
and how you label me is unfair.
I am not a lesbian. Did you make that judgement too?
DisillusionPerished yet cherished:
her green eyes of envy
smoulder under his spell.
Attempting to see
whether he feels the same -
they just cannot tell.
Blurred and blinded:
punished for prying
into his concealed mind.
An unpleasant disillusion
and a hopeless heap
of memories left behind.
unwrappednow i need something else
to keep the cold away
for your arms aren't wrapped around me anymore
and my nerves and veins are
blood rushing to my head while i
try to think again:
the emptiness has affected my brain
my tongue is tied to itself;
it misses yours
and my lips have stuck together;
no need to part...
i am falling
your arms aren't wrapped around me anymore;
my pieces are crumbling
like a broken vase.
a new crack appears every time you enter my mind -
unwanted. sent to a charity shop.
waiting for someone with the correct glue
to take me;
to seal the open wounds
of wear and carelessness.
Extinguishing Your FlameYou took flight from my heart
and left a trail behind...
(a mixture of lies and broken promises)
...hoping for me to run for you.
Aiming for the stars;
your eyes burned from the brightness
that you strived to mirror.
Ignite the fire of your greed:
but don't let me rain on your parade
and extinguish your vision...
Because after being blinded by the light,
you're unable to see
just who you have become.
(At least I didn't follow your trail...)
Dusk versus DawnThe sun:
An enviable glow stains the curtains as it engulfs the exterior of the window.
One beam of light kisses my face and snatches me from my sleep:
attempting to dry the tears that I weep.
Once the sun warms my mind with its sympathetic shine
my thoughts are occupied throughout the day.
But why must time pass?
A brilliant sunset shrouds the sky:
the sun's resentful goodbye.
It sends the haze to assure me
that it shares my upcoming misery -
its arrogant rival emerges.
It brings along the naïve stars
that are employed to reflect its pride:
overcoming the pain it left behind.
The sun's power is tantamount to genocide;
burning the soul of those who are rejected.
My fears are awoken during the dusk:
the moon demonstrates its vitality -
evoking the insanity which lies within me.
The tears start rolling down my cheeks once more.
I pray for the dawn to return shortly
and cosset me with its glorious smile.
[Pause]Immediately stop: see where you are,
have you gone too far?
So far that you are unable to find
the many people that you have left behind.
Yet you progress further with every step you take
and forget the hearts which your footsteps break.
Just Let MeI will always remember past Christmases when I used to waste my time thinking about insignificant little things:
- The way snowflakes melt the moment they make contact with anything
- How Christmas lights become more hot with every moment they shine
- How the insides of snow-globes quickly calm after how shaken up they are
Well, these small curiosities have been put to rest this year. Just let me explain…
One word. Love. The heart of Christmas is love. No, scratch that. The heart of everything is love. Indeed, without love we wouldn't exist. No love is tantamount to loss of hope.
The snowflakes smoulder as soon as their airy excursion is drawn to a close. Seemingly overwhelmed; individual snowflakes melt at their connection with ground. Unused to such contact: a tender embrace.
The Christmas lights are aware of their potential – their souls are ignited as they produce vivid colours of the season. They strive for perfection. The more they try, the warmer they become.
TimeI want a tattoo of a clock
so maybe I can keep
some of the time
I have lost.
The hands will not move,
nor will it chime,
to reveal the seconds
passing me by.
disorder"mirror, mirror, on the wall
who's the fairest of them all?"
i whispered to my doleful reflection,
but this was no fairy tale:
this was a small town on a cold, foggy night.
my skeleton was so beautiful
i wanted to showcase it,
give onlookers a glimpse of my impending
death through my very flesh.
i could picture myself, edges carved away
like a cored apple.
i just wanted to feel real.
everyone around me chewed and swallowed so easily
but i just gnawed on my lip until i
tasted blood, and let
a piece of myself die.
the flavor made my mouth water
as my stomach ground out hoarse
requests for expansion, for meaning.
i held nothing within but pathetic yearning,
hollow with self-hatred.
i could only feel affection with pain.
perfection became my obsession,
consuming me alive the way i would have
loved to consume anything at all.
some part of me believe i could be a super model,
and living my life on ambition and emptiness
was the way to do it.
every day i watched the little numbers
The Ink-Dark MoonThe next time
you feel self-conscious,
once a month,
the moon gets out of bed
without her face.
You Gave Me A StarLast night you gave me a star
A resplendent little light
You made it a surprise
Hiding it behind your thumb all night
So I wouldn't notice
The new twinkle
In our night's sky
"Without further ado"
You whispered to me
As you showed me
Our own little island
In a sea of darkness and wonder.
"Make a wish"
you smiled bashfully
"Its your star after all"
And I wished
I wished a million times
On that tiny light
That one day
I might be able to give you
All the stars in our sky.
heretic.admired & afar,
his beauty became a childlike caricature
of his defiantly devious demeanour.
euphoric ecstasy found its feathers, flying him
'til gravity grounded gushes of his history on my helpless hips,
his insanity insistent on injecting juvenile judgments into my kingdom,
killing love & leaving lust,
as malleable memories manoeuvre my mind
near never-ending nausea.
oh, other-worldly oppression,
please place me at peace!
a qualm quickens the riot rising in the rosebud refuge of my ribcage,
sand spreading through the time-glass
underneath the vile vagrant with wicked wings,
wanting water in xerarch.
yes, i yowl, yes
I CavedWhat do you see,
Deep down inside of me?
Why do you stay,
When you can just run away?
I needed proof
That your mouth spoke the truth
In you I believed
But you only deceived
You were too good to be true
Too much kindness in you
I needed you to be gone
So I could move on
I ask myself why,
I forgave your lie
Goodbye I should have waved
But instead I only caved
We do not deserve painI will not cut myself anymore
I'll cut the toxins from my heart
Cut out all the memories that torment
And I will no longer starve myself
But instead starve the demons of their power
Drawn from my pitiful sorry
Nor will I kill myself
But I will kill you
Those who burned my heart
And my mind to ash
But I will not love myself
I leave that to my saviour
I will not be content
Until his heart is whole
And his scars have faded
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?
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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