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An ex Fiancee's memoryWhen a memory,
Is more than just a memory,
And you would give away,
Everything from then to now,
To take back the words you hear her say,
Asking only why and how,
As you sat dumbfounded in disbelief,
She left you alone in your grief,
You spit venom with your words of hate,
Hoping to take back what you lost,
Not realizing you sealed your fate,
And have given up all but the cost,
To love is lose it all,
To live is to learn to fall,
Hold on to those precious things,
Those little moments in your head,
The way she acts when she sings,
The way she left naked from your bed,
One year since she left your sight,
One year since that awful fight,
And you think of her still,
The way she hugged and kissed you,
Forgetting her you never will,
She is apart of everything you do,
Her memory is all that is left to be had,
And you cannot smile or be glad.
Don't Fall AwayRest here where I wake,
Alive in every regret and mistake,
Full of hope for days to come,
As I was drown in this rum,
Call out to the nearest friendly soul,
Only to find a rotten goal,
Let not this insomnia take hold,
As a heart once warm goes cold,
Heartless devotion to a faded dream,
Faces not what they seem,
I turn away from close friends,
To call upon bitter ends,
Of cigarettes and cigars,
Long nights at shady bars,
Alone in a state of drunken despair,
You find a man who wouldn't care,
A year to date of false pretense,
Has left this life rather un-intense,
Call upon feelings lost,
To bring about a better cost,
Of love and remembrance,
Instead of hate and vengeance,
Let those nights be filled with dreams,
And let your life stitch it's seams,
So that everyday doesn't blur away,
In regretful words you wished you didn't say.
My Life, My Family, My way of beingOne year,
One sad and lonely length of time,
One terrible and heartfelt chime,
Something gone and never forgotten,
With heart break and feelings rotten,
Day to day in lives of love and hate,
Our whole hearts in helpless debate,
Over and over again we smile,
While wicked ones spew endless bile,
We love and give our all,
While hopeless ones make us fall,
And when we have no love or home left for our own,
We cut out and give to you our bone,
Those of us who know selflessness,
Know of your pettiness,
And still we smile all for you,
Giving up to what ever you may do,
We are good people of abundant heart,
Who would give our all from the start.
In This DeathAnd as I lay still,
On the bed of my defeat,
Wondering how high was this life's bill,
That it would not let me beat,
Those sorrowful tones,
In which my voice did flutter,
Old and withered bones,
Crack and snap in the gutter,
I feel a sense of worth wash over me,
Knowing that if I lost to you,
I did at least hope to be,
The better part of what we do,
When friends and foe alike,
Have lives of brilliance and perfect white,
I cannot dare dislike,
Their better love and stronger might,
When because of me they learned,
That no hurt is without hope,
For everything they have earned,
Has somehow taught them all to cope,
So in this lonely death I say,
Do not cry or run away,
Though life is hard and cruel sometimes,
It is always filled with loving rhymes.
My Life Thus FarLooking back at my past I see,
All the things that make me me,
And through all the good times and the bad,
I realize no matter how I was sad,
I could have been or really was not,
I gave exactly what I got,
Each relationship a loving story,
Filled with love and also glory,
Gives me hope for those friends I see,
And what hopes they have to one day be,
Because this life has made me so,
And has placed me on the path I go,
I smile and wonder where they are,
And if they remember that fools night at the bar,
All those friends then and now,
Always come back someway somehow,
To make me realize those happy thoughts,
That sadness it rots,
And I am left like the nature around me,
Growing ever forward to be free,
Happiness lay in the eye of the beholder,
And I date step just a bit bolder,
Into my future knowing this,
Each sunrise is a new days kiss.
Life's cruel journeyBless this broken road we wondering souls walk,
forever bound in life's turmoils and troubles we rock,
shackles on our ankles and feet,
the ground shall shake as we hear the beat,
of a million and one damned walking by,
as summer days fade to winter sky,
and upon the golden alter set ahead,
we begin to fill with love and dread,
let not the darkness overtake you,
and control everything you do,
turn instead to love and light,
and reclaim that fallen sight,
of hope and wonder long forgotten,
instead of sorrow and feelings rotten,
look to the eyes of friends and lovers,
who hide beneath such shallow covers,
to take a once beating heart,
and hear it again restart,
so we bless this broken road,
upon which life has based its code.
Forget not the TruthFaith is but the light,
Which all things are found,
And by things i say happiness,
Away from fear and fright,
For which my life is bound,
Let all this craziness,
Slide away from what I am,
So that my light might shine through,
All that is and will be,
Those hate filled memories that stem,
The painful memories of me and you,
So that one day I may see,
All that was will soon come,
And all that will is soon to be,
Not so dumb,
That I deny truth in fact,
I am a man based on life,
Not belittled by my strife,
I surpass all my strife,
Let it be known that I stand,
Free of man and free of land,
Upon the lies that I do weave,
In hopes of truths that can cleave,
Hopes and prayers I hold close,
In solemn regret I take another dose,
Of deceit and woes,
So that I know where true life goes,
Bless me the wondering soul,
Who wishes not to reach the goal,
Of heart and soul felt pride,
To find those things that you hide.
Never DoneWhy is your head down,
Why do you wear that wounded frown,
Take a long look around,
See where your life is bound,
The plan might not always be seen,
But it has always been,
Look into the eyes of your family and your friends,
And see that love never truly ends,
It just changes shape,
Sometimes it wears a silver cape,
And sometimes it is a bloody thorn,
Still you should never mourn,
Because love is a blessing in all its forms,
It will guide you home through all life's storms,
So wear a smile proudly,
And sing this life's song loudly,
Because in this fleeting moment,
You are truly without torment,
And you may see life is heaven's gift,
A thing to repair any rift,
And happiness is now,
What you will soon learn how,
To spread with joyous wings,
And with abundant pride it sings,
This is the life of everyone,
And in this moment we are never truly done.
The Journey is Just As FunI don't care,
what you've been or where,
How many miles you've seen,
Or how you think yourself unclean,
The world is a fucked up place,
I can see it written all over your face,
And I am just as messed up as you,
People shy away unlike I do,
I have been there and done that,
Got as many lives as a crippled cat,
Never have I been bored with life so far,
Like buying a slightly used car,
I live for the long winded trip,
And not the destinations tip,
Because I just don't care,
I whole heartily love past what some call fair,
Just because the story is better,
Through all this crappy stormy weather,
Left overs or sloppy seconds,
This smile of mine how it beckons,
To arms of true acceptance,
Let me be your life's next reference,
So you will smile and soon move on,
Even after I may be gone.
wishing wells and pumpkin shells
coffee with mint cream
wedding bells and magic spells
life is but a dream
mother says it's rain today
drought's been sixteen years
pigs will fly and cats will stray
seventeen brings tears
hooting owls and leopard prowls
burn the midnight sun
men with jowls eat fattened cows
never had such fun
father says it's time to go
new year's 'round the bend
can't be late for nature's show
fish-face now the trend
dreamer's dream and lover's love
wishing time would fly
blue moonbeam on heaven's dove
hope I never die
I Fell AsleepI fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
My worst mistake,
As I let his words get to me.
I left my life
In the hands of a killer.
I trusted my blood
To a man who's a murderer.
I closed my eyes
As he lulled me away.
I loosened my grip
As he began to sway.
I fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
I lost my life,
but I lost my life willingly.
Breaking news.The government makes status––
they ignore the real matters
they own the news
they confuse and abuse
making sure we're all scattered.
The law creates crime––
a social ladder we must climb
always the poor
stuck on the floor
as the privileged spend their time.
Society ignites fear––
blurring anything clear
as real life is nowhere near.
The system makes criminals––
while stealing the Earths minerals
raising the price
feeding the vice
locking us away, for lacking principles.
The people are losing their souls––
giving up on their genuine goals
working nine to five
pretending they're alive
when they're completely under control.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Solitary Mind of Connected MadnessI see a sliver in the outskirts of eyes,
Tripping on madness, of madness this ride
Is, a circus of freaks. And there's no place to move,
And no place to breathe there's no room it's
My mind pressing mirrors upon mirrors and halls,
Palms touching nothing but heat-slicken claws,
And bent are the fractures of twitches of dream,
And fragmented truths of escaped tragedy.
Sobbing are soldiers not laid seige to a cheek,
Fools that are weary, held back as they're freed,
And o how the merry-go-round spins its tales,
Moving forward, neverending, on circling trails.
Succumb to the effervescence of thrilling deceit,
Believe when you don't, acceptance is key,
Be lost with the timeless, unwavering charm,
In circles, not touching skin, all arm in arm.
I see a world on a sliver of fire,
Tripping on madness, on madness on wire,
Is it I'm slipping at the edge of a hope?
It's time to accept we're together
The real meaning of friendshipFriendship
Kidding around turns into
Remembering painful times
Ignoring the painful truth that lies ahead
Ending all hope
Never finding any good in it
Demanding they be there for you but they never
Seem to keep their promise of staying
Heartache and loneliness always comes at the end
Insightful friends are nothing but a myth
Promises broken and pitying oneself
In MorningThrough a wintry window laced with ice, lie
petrified panes of frosted grass beckoning,
languorously outstretched. A shivering bird’s cry
reaches horizon’s edge—that razor reckoning,
those impossible dimensions—hung like a kite
on a cloud, precipitously balanced between a dull
existence with poking pinpricks the only light,
and the embers of potential, slowly stoking. A lull
unfurls, a quiet eternity uncurling in that predawn
chill, everything faded to silent sepia, frozen
as though this instant is more important, torn
from time and left right where it was chosen
to be. Light spills over and creeps through
fractured, flinty sky turned a clear, unbroken blue.
You Are Unchanging Now That You ChangedLike the echo of a whisper you go on pointlessly
Dragging out syllables that no longer make sense.
You are a shadow of the man that you used to be;
You threw all of that away for this new pretense.
Like an ages old tradition you never change -
You meet challenges lifelessly - never daring.
This new plastic you has no depth and no range.
You blazed like the sun now you are cold and uncaring.
SanityThe walls of this place were white,
Sanitation and cleanliness were no doubt at play.
Walking through them I search for the light,
Lost forever in this building, searching for the day,
The one where I would no longer be lost.
The rooms were empty,
Not a soul but for the ones at rest.
I wouldn’t say I felt guilty,
But what I had done, I would address,
And realize my action’s cost.
Continuing through these halls,
I can’t help but look at the paint.
I remember the red smears on the walls,
The copper scent lingering still and faint,
Yet luckily those memories I tossed.
I pass on, leaving behind this phenomenon.
I see a shred of the sun’s rays,
And quickly I leave my role of false surgeon.
Behind me the blood of my past lays,
Leaving it to the cold and frost.
Tick TockTick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy,
Tick tock she's in shock
The girl that we call Lacey
Little lines cut her neck
But no one wants to see them
All her friends wish she were dead
But no one wants to be them
One or two can make it through
The Hell that she lives in
But nothing that they say is true
So no one can believe it
Her life is just a bunch of rags
There's nothing that can save her
Her breathing comes in heavy drags
Each saying "You Deciever"
Tick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy
Tick tock she's a rock
The body we call Lacey
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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