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Japanese Love SongI can no longer fall in love
Anymore, in this way.
It is too difficult to tame
To understand, you
Reminded of a evening summer breeze
Warm and fleeting
We were meant to stay the same
Through all the seasons
Even when the snow covered the ground
And loneliness burned my cheeks with shame
Because understanding was different from saying,
"I am no longer able to fall in love, with you, this way."
Leave this WorldI will slit my wrists
to watch the blood fall to the floor
to end my life for good
and nobody cry a single tear
I will leave this world
pretend that I never existed
This life dont need me no more
I am better off gone from this world
I will slit my wrists
to ease the pain
I can't take the crying
I can't take this pain
There is no hope in this world
There is no reason to live
I will leave this world for good
Maybe someday I will be reborn
They shoutThey shout, we are human
They shout, we are people too
They shout, we love just the same as you
They shout, we aren't an accident
They shout, we belong in this world just as much as you
They shout, but are never heard
They shout, even though some never speak a word
They shout, and speak the truth
They shout, for me and you.
MirrorEvery time I look in the mirror,
I see a different me.
Sometimes I think I look decent,
Others I'm just horrendous.
I try to see the Beauty that he sees,
And sometimes I think I see her.
But then I blink,
And all I see is this horrible blob of fat.
I just want to be normal again.
To be able to look in the mirror and not be afraid of what I see staring back at me.
Am I Crazy?Am I crazy for loving you?
They tell me that I must be
They say that you're awful
And that you're using me
Yet, I cannot believe it
Nay, I refuse to believe it
The words spoken frustrate me
More than you imagine
I love you
Does that make me crazy?
Doesn't KnowI don't think he knows how deep his words cut.
Like shards of glass shooting though my heart.
My heart pumps them through my body,
The glass slowly melts in my veins,
And spills from my eyes as salty rain.
SweetheartFuck you, sweetheart.
You'll always be perfect, you know?
Poor little thing...
Hurling heart-shaped pills down your pretty blushing throat.
I don't owe you anything.
So do me a favor?
Remove yourself from my head,
Get out of my thoughts,
Take your words off repeat,
And get out.
Oh, and before you go, just hit the lights, would you?
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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