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DiscreetWhat I miss most is not the sex
but the moments that slipped quietly by
like brushing our teeth together
in matching pajamas, you turning
to me and saying, pasty foam
running down your chin,
“You know what love is?
Love is being stupid together.”
aphrodite had her brutal lovers.my books listen to my 3am whispers and absorb my tears.
their creases fold like mine and bookmark old affairs-
but leave me hanging like drapes on the broken bed posts.
every fire-ridden song comes with ghosts.
they make sweet love to my ears, treasure me;
but they tend to do their time and leave, sting like a bee.
a temporary fill-- like a one-night stand
but like many things, their aftereffects may come unplanned.
coffee was the bad boy; entoxicating like a drug.
snuck him in at midnight, he was one bad thug.
he kept me up all night and made me scream-
but for the record, he was a bitter teenage dream.
speaking of dreams, is sleep not pure bliss?
the darkness gives me the best goodnight kiss.
it wraps me up as if to keep me safe in it's heat-
only to /burn/ me at the fucking stake, my nightmares uncomplete.
whisper, sweet prince, i'm delirious.
but fuck, handsome, let's be serious.
i'm running out of words to describe my feelings--
bargaining with the devil, basking in his dealings.
Cher, Ex Amant[Dear, ex lover]
Cher, ex amant
I promise to get rid of the poems
you’ve written for me,
to forget the late night talks we’ve shared,
And marry a man that will care.
I’ll give my heart to him,
The way I was never able to give it to you,
and when I have a daughter,
I promise to look at the innocence in her eyes,
Hold on to her naivety.
When she falls in love
And gets her heart broken,
I’ll write strength down her spine,
fill it with independence
while whispering your name in my pillow.
If she asks me what I said,
I’ll tell her that I know how it feels
to love someone so much
that it feels as if your heart might burst.
I’ll tell her that she needs to be strong,
to ignore the acidic butterfly in her stomach,
that feels as if they want to rip out
and fly away.
Lost Within YouI found you, distraught and a disaster, wild red hair
baggy t-shirts and jeans covered in paint I knew I loved you
from the minute our eyes met at that concert, our souls resonated
together in unison that night, I did everything I could in my power to help
put you back together, and to lead you to the light, it consumed my
soul like wildfire, the potential that I saw a small seed within
you, I wanted to see it blossom and flourish to spring to life,
the amazing woman that I saw within you hidden beneath
layers of sorrow and sadness it was exhausting and
frustrating so many times over but I loved you
unlike any other, so I pushed through and I
never let go, no matter how crazy our
love got, it was our crazy love, I
never dreamed that in the end
we would walk separate
ways after five long
years, never did I
dream I could
In the end you found your way, your potential
blossomed into the fullness that I always knew was
possible, and in the end it was your steps and your h
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there is such eloquence suffused into your skin
the tips of my fingers trail skeins of poetry as they glide
over the succulent and luscious curves of your body.
you are a kind of redemption to me
you exist in a place beyond even the most
of my intricate and esoteric words
and words are one of my mightiest magicks
something I was both born to and spent years honing
you are ineffable…
though I certainly try.
how can I speak
either of the radiance of your reluctant smile
or of the incandescent and fierce joy
that dawns across my face when I so much as think of you?
the algorithm of fractals
written into the deepest fabrics of life
perhaps can come close to the definition
of the ways in which you and I are interwoven,
the strains of the most glorious symphony
can perhaps but begin to evoke the ecstatic state
we share as our skin brushes against one another.
you are an exponential, logarithmic catalyst
to the actions I already take
upon my o
The Taste of PoetryYou taste like poetry.
Lips like Frost's road less traveled.
Eyes like Longfellow's days of sunshine.
You smell like autumn and summer;
the scent of changing leaves in your hair,
the sweetness of blue skies in your face.
You sound like a storm.
Voice soft as rain against the windows,
words rolling like thunder through dreams.
You remind me of red.
Your moods are cerise blooming flowers.
Your warmth glowing like coals.
Half An InchYour lips are half an inch from mine, and still it’s not enough
Your breath is here upon my own, but I don’t want to stop
You pull me somewhat closer, your hands upon my hips
And half an inch is halved again, I can no longer breathe
Your hand is running up my back, resting on my neck
I feel your fingers in my hair, and still it’s not enough
Hesitating seconds more, and eons seem to pass
Waiting still while feeling you, and I want more to come
This distance growing shorter still, while my desire sears
Your lips are touching mine, yet only brushing them
I’m begging you to kiss me, but can’t say it aloud
Just feeling your soft mouth, a hint of mint inside
My body, tip to toe, is screaming for this kiss,
My soul about to burst and I want you to know
Finally, after lifetimes pass, you pull me even closer
Your upper lip is parting mine, I let the fire burn
Your tongue finds mine, embraces mine, it plays and hungers deeper
As you kiss me, I lapse deeper, fa
The Search of LoveIt's just another day
To be alive on this world
It's just another opportunity
To find the one you're searching for
The task seems almost impossible
After years looking, you losing hope
It is the warmth of love
That you have been searching for
Inside of your apartment, you are
Away from the loneliness of the cold atmosphere
You look at the window
Wishing for someone to be with you
Time is pressuring you
The search must move on
You can't think of dying alone
There's someone waiting out there
Waiting for you, to hold you
There's someone searching for love
And he's looking for you, just you
As you walk in the soft white snow
You feel that someone is close
Your heart says and your mind wants to show
That you got nothing to lose
The one is coming for you
The prince in his fine white horse
Is coming to the rescue
And save you from Solitude
He knows that you are close by
And he is calling for you
There's someone waiting out there
Waiting for you, to hold you
Hard to PhraseYou put yourself out there consistently, trying to do the right thing, though you're not sure what that is.
You wear a mask, to satisfy an incessant need to appease and lie, though it corrupts you, and at the same time heals others.
You lick your wounds, and lament your situation, all the while proud of your morals, the same ones that keep you down.
Fail and you will live again, but to what avail? To what holy grail will you aspire once you realize you have no desires? For who do you live, and for that matter, for who do you die?
It shows judgment, it shows grace, the way I lied right to your face.
I don't know how I will prevail, but all I know is I must not fail.
Yet if redemption tastes like ice, I know distance I'll despise.
Suddenly my mind grows still, with no more journey left to till,
I sit back with my soul asunder, as the night give way to thunder,
I forget to say goodbye, the tears start streaming down my eyes,
So now I'll face you yet again, with any courage I can apprehend
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