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tangled round the core
that struggles to breathe in,
seeking to explore
Wrapped in darkness,
whispers in the dark
Wherein lives a spark?
in silence or in words
by the vague
or lies revealed by proof
words misused and hurled
Trust once broken
just a word,
no longer wrapped in truth
in the dark
Seeking light no more
the spirit curls
around a darkened core
....the answer my friend....The stalwart soldier
ever stands, on guard
Amidst the clamors
A world at war
Ever at hand
And yet he stands,
....long into the night
Against a world of man
How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky?
Let Sparks Fly...Ah, words that used to rush in
Like fools perhaps?
No longer rush to ramble on the page
Taking on "color" and life of their own
Artists poised with brush in hand
Pencils, canvases and sketchbooks at the ready
...for that spark of inspiration
that turns the blank page
Into something more
Yearning to explore and grow
Provoke and inspire,
--share art in all its many forms
Full of color and light
...or darkest despair
Full of wonder and hope
Awaiting the flow
Struggling to breathe life into the embers of Imagination
just out of reach
...in corners and recesses
crevices of mind, heart and being
Pause my friends ..
Breathe in the moments
of a day, a memory .a lifetime
Let inspiration come to you
Swirling like a fog shrouded morning mist
It will you know
It yearns to
Imagination ..aching to be released
Darkness descendsYou begin to see the light
feel the warmth
the darkness creeps back in
pulling you down
it wraps around you
like a serpent
choking out the light
that had just begun to shine again
and because you'd started to believe
in the light
the darkness feels that much darker
drowning dreams in it's wake
slipping from sight
through fingers no longer
finding the will to hold on
perhaps it is all just a fantasy
the light in the world
the darkness is too strong to battle
and so you let go
slipping into the dark depths
fade to black
Open to interpretationsometimes...
the world seems so open to interpretation
a confusing mass of
ever changing rules
hopes fading away
...into the darkness
that is not open to interpretation
it is only darkness indeed
where once there was light
Connection in a changed worldThe highs and lows in a day, a life, sometimes catch me unawares. Living for moments, being aware, finding beauty and joy in small pleasures ..I believe it's how we should live, but I wonder, does it make the ups and downs, highs and lows, that much more apparent?
It seems such a simple thing, holding on to hopes, dreams, looking forward, seeking ..connecting in small ways throughout the days. But ah, there seems to be so much loneliness in our world, despite the increase in so called connection ..or perhaps because of it. Can we truly connect in such a networked hi-tech world? I wonder so often I wonder.
Sense of touch, and reaching out--oh, so important in our lives, from infancy on ..that need for human connection. But where do we turn when it seems so out of reach? How do you continue believing, dreaming, finding those small joys? Ah, for simpler times; small joys
Across a moor...a journeyAcross the landscape of moss and bracken
of wuthering heights
--there, in the distance
A future awaiting discovery
peering beyond my vision,
absorbing the landscape,
the colors and textures
...rusts and greens, fragile and harsh...
into my being, feeling it become a part of me
I see it all, with my mind's eye
Feeling the breeze surround me,
breathing in the smells of the cool, damp earth
On solid ground,
stone cold solid
--yet ready to launch,
back in time to other places
forward to those yet to come
Stepping out, into a world unknown
Anticipation....Anticipating the night,
Swept away with the setting sun
thoughts flowing on,
rolling with the clouds
The sounds around me...
insects, dogs at hunt,
a rifle shot, a tractor at work;
the wind through the trees
the rustle of the stream as it meanders by
Breathing it all in...
Peaceful end of day,
wrap me in your warm embrace
Sometimes my words escape me
hiding in dark recesses,
'round corners in my mind
Sometimes they are there, right on the edge--
wanting to come out,
but craving to be sheltered,
From those who would use them,
recreate, misinform, for reasons unfathomable--
Take care, beware, wary, weary ..
Words, which in our world
should be used more frequently
in messages of caring, sharing,
spreading hope, laughter,
smiles and healing, oh yes
So often they are used in hurt,
fear, tearing down disruption, destruction
In self-focused, self-centered ways
As twisted weapons for amusement, derision
Inflicting pain without thought or reason
Words, spinning round and round
wanting to come out,
fearing to be released
Not knowing the reception,
How will they be used?
As they are intendedin hope, healing and friendship,
Laughter and joy?
Or turned and twisted, da
My SunlightYou are my sun,
My only light,
As you fade,
The moon is there,
A memory of you,
Of the darkness,
Before your dawn.
You are the breeze,
That kisses my face,
Those tender lips,
That rushing embrace.
You are the grass,
Beneath my feet,
You hide my tears,
You support my weight.
You are the last,
One for me,
There was many before,
But they were never the same.
With you its right,
With you its love,
And if tonight,
I come above.
I'll see your glory,
From the moon,
From the memory,
Of this afternoon.
Puppet String SymphonyHere come the snares,
wrenching at my heart;
like my tongue can’t find the words to say.
I've been resurrecting your skeletons,
just to place broken flesh over it and watch it all decay…
…scratching at freshly picked scars and rose petals,
while digging up old habits and hatchets;
just so I can whistle a tune so tragic.
Here comes the wind,
stomping at my lungs;
like my emotions are gasping to be released.
I've been coughing up your cover-ups,
just to place my index finger over it and watch it all cease…
…living in this darkness, sulfur-tipped match tossed in the breeze,
while thinking it’s just not worth the candle;
just so I can hum a song you can’t handle.
Here come the keys,
playing at my mind;
like all eighty-eight demons and angels serving one star.
I've been worshipping my self-inflicted headache,
two times twelve and that’s how many bars…
…I've got to show you the color I feel.
When the puppet string symphony beg
About ArtA sweet poem,
All but a
For the true art called
I PromiseIt is a painful thought
To know he kissed you,
To know he stole your innocence.
He felt the warmth and comfort of your love,
But manipulated it to lust
And turned that perfect smile I now see,
Into a lifeless vessel
That gave into his
Carefully painted words
He had you
Before I ever knew you,
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
I'm sorry I could not save you.
But look up at me now, love,
Look up at me with those astonishing, crystal eyes
And know that I will love you
Until this heart of mine has given out.
I am your present
And your future;
I will love you for more than your body,
I will love your wild personality,
I will love your motherly instincts,
I will love your acceptance,
I will love your understanding,
I will love your "frustrations",
I will love your timidness,
I will love your stubbornness,
I will love your laughter,
I will love your tears,
I will love your scars,
I will love your flaws,
But most of all;
I will love you.
my eyes sometimes forget youwhen you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you;
the daily grind goes on; the bus-wheels roll their hides over the asphalt roads;
the snow melts into pools and clings to boots, licking the rubber heels of girls
who sway their hips to music that i only faintly hear; the women smile in coffee shops
and leave stray hairs on the wicker chairs; people pass by windows and their zippers
catch the light; my fingers turn the pages of new books.
somehow your voice finds me in the midst of all of this,
and very softly brings the words
that never really leave me:
this is my love.
when you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you-
but my heart does not.
Unrequited LoveJust think of me.
Text me good morning and good night.
Text me at lunch just to let me know you're alright.
Wish me a good nap around five or six.
And if you're every bored just give me a call.
I'll make you a fangirl no matter what.
Even if you never admit it I'll let you off.
Meet up with me every now and then.
Never end a conversation with just goodnight or goodbye.
Ask questions and explore life with me.
Support me but don't try to fix me.
Even though I'll try to fix you.
But first I need this dream to come true...
For Your Eyes Only...For your eyes only, I bare my soul.
For your eyes only, I bare my heart.
For your eyes only, I bare my body.
For your eyes only, I bare my mind.
For your eyes only.
For your ears only, I share my dreams.
For your ears only, I share my fears.
For your ears only, I share my sorrow.
For your ears only, I share my joy.
For your ears only.
For your heart only, I give my love.
For your heart only, I give my strength.
For your heart only, I give my passion.
For your heart only, I give my life.
For your heart only.
All of these and more...
are for you--only for you.
The GlowThe Glow
Dictated by Puabi
What brings a glow of fire
To a single woman's eyes?
What curves her red lips
Into a joyful smile?
The promise, the delivery,
The receipt of love.
When she was waiting
Such a long while,
And it comes to her heart
In her surprise.
Imagine, when it comes
To a woman like me,
The brightness of the glow
In her eyes.
Love is loveI love you
There are so many ways to say it.
To mean it.
To believe it.
Yet, so many through it around as if it has no importance.
wo ai ni
To love someone is to put that person first.
To cherish them despite their faults.
To accept their mistakes and help them grow.
To love someone is to be there at their worst
To hold their hand and encourage
To show that things will get better
Ich liebe dich
To love someone is to see their true beauty
To see the love that they hold for others
To accept that others may have it as well
To love some is to help in learning
To teach each other new things
To learn about the world
ya lyublyu tebya
To love someone is to see the hope they pocess
To bring out the ligtht in their lives
To make the stars seem to shine brighter
phom rak khun
To love someone is to see them as they desire
To be able to not care what others think
To know that simply
Love is love
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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