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Fear and Smiles We lay together
In our pond of imagination
Fantasies afloat, lilly pads
The shaped shadows glistening your face,
Your skin reflecting a spectral gleam
A shining moon to my eyes
A mask of cheer, deprived of color once
With scars, emotional hexes
But a hope, outlined in the form of serene lips
Oh, how fruitful
One kiss, another kiss
Such realities should have remained in bliss
How I long for your touch
Soft, like a silk of dreams
Always in dreams…
I don’t want to wake up
My mask of straw, an instrument of dread
Crooked jaw, losses, discomfort
Demon, hag, butcher
How I long for
your skin for my holes
Your cheek against my façade
Assuring we can be
We can be
We can be
A brush of tears, a brush of masks
Stepped on these tragic heights,
We are monuments to our own failures
Choices we make for wolves,
Food out of our blood
We can leave
We can’t leave
My Goddess "In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted."
Thoughts and words alone surrendered
If only they could mean more
The smiles and laughter
Even a simple touch of the hope lost
Could you have found?
I find the same delicate pedals in realm of weeds
Again and again
Ones I have looked until my hands bleeds
We are fallen from our paradise
I still wait for the nights when I could return to my dreams
Your ivory skin pressed softly against me
Your silks of jet black tresses onto my concealment
Swarming to another dark-curtained night of bliss
A luminous soul in a bleak path of cracked shells
To still stand on the burning coals, Lucifer's brimstones
So bravely, so elegantly
Refusing the stairs of Valhalla
And this malice for a mirror of a man who should be
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Deviants Though echoed storms
Life decipates its deceased colors
Molested by illusions
One torn ligament after another
We have suffered monuments
of failures and uncradled pain
Exploited crypts of unbeaconed faiths
Uncalled prayers turn to decaying stars
Lips of stone
Fractured jaws of paradise
Lost in our own worlds
'If only we could still believe the dream
If only we could still live in the dream'
Have we been supplanted too long?
Beyond lustful eyes and hasted gropes
That we've seen others for secrets
I can see you
You can see truth
As the February cinders rekindle
Through these darkened depths
Empty shells cast aside
Unmasked the fissured memories
I thought I had felt
Channeled from vixens
Yet you see it
Like I do
I sooth the frigid spirit with
Hands of shared blood
From mutilated roses
Never letting go
'Calling out your name
My Personal PresentationI am a storyteller
I never pieced myself with the common crowd
Or was considered the "same" by anyone's standards
And I never fit
Because I am different
But to be different
I have nothing to hide
For I have everything to show
I am to be someone
Yet no one
I have had experiences
Those very ambitions engraved in my mind
Fiction and reality are everything
And something more
Feeling and emotion
Like water and wind
I let it drift by me
I let it drift by my consciousness
Until I am able to make sense of it
Connect with it
And see it
I feel it
I consume it
I am it
I am he
I am she
I am all
But these delicate lives I embrace
In my veins, body, mind, heart, soul
I am responcible to have them be there
Not kept away in some box of supression and fear
I am not anyone
I am not
I am no leader
But I can be
Alhought I have taken the form
Lost ParadiseIn the meadows I lie, with a most pure scene,
Surrounded by the splendor of sky blue and nature's green,
Then in the sky, pedals of yellow and orange sway in the wind,
Each one then decays, screeching how they sinned,
Then the dead vines surround, around my neck they coil,
Pulling me from my world and below the lifeless soil
I was condemned below, to that city of death,
The black land around me reeking every breath,
In my unpure surroundings, my pain felt worse,
Crowded before its disciples; a savage circus,
Condemned before the persecutors, the demons, the vampires,
And before witnessed the hooved one, the eternal of his empires,
Staring down to his prisoner, bloodlust in his eyes,
Commandng his legion to shatter me, getting high from my cries,
The limits of my pain, the madness he reaches,
Demolishing and bucher, the only knowledge of such leeches,
Devouring my fears, my love, my memories, all is now silence,
The communion of my body and soul, torn from its alliance
Floating in th
To every mind bounds a precious thought, a hopeful crystal shard
A question of heaven, for this hellspawn, a bard
Turning faces of sun and moon, our worlds simply passing by
Staring out into the horizon,I let out a solemn sigh
Bu even away, a prisoner of my barren land
For the thought of you alone makes me stand
Even with the thousand seas, in our ultimate division
With my eyes shut, your face still in vision
To bond with you so close, soothing for my soul
The image of feeling you, such opportunity the world stole
Upon me here, a dead winter reigns
But when your nature cometh, it will unravel those weak chains
On the reaches of the luminous nightfall, you a shooting star
I still try to reach, even though you're too far
Although still alone, to my infinite sorrow,
As long as you're there, I will still believe in a tomorrow
I hope we meet one day, without this cruel malice
My wonderful friend forever, the "Split-Heart" Alice
Never Let You GoSpring
I remembered a field out there, feeling so close
Lied beds of lillies and violets, but only a single rose
How beautiful it swayed with the wanton wind
To adore such a flower felt as if I sinned
So delicate your petals, how soft they felt
To have them brushed on my face, it made me melt
Never let you go, never let you go
When we first spoke, we spoke as friends,
We gave a lot for our images, gave it no end
Our relationship bloomed on without a clue
But my eyes on you stayed ever so true
How I wished we could dance and bond
Of such thoughts, surprisingly, you were especially fond
A boiling ball shone flames on the land
The miserable heat it fired was its full demand
Those fears of ours we left, no need to be cowered
From the field I plucked you and under the cool, in shadows we showered
Brushing your petals again, under the shade you kiss
Away from the burning field, forever in bliss
Never let you go, never let you go
I let myself closer, you made it my task
Your fingers ar
A Saving Grace
Conducting a breeze of faith, from your Black wings of justice
Mirror of the heavens, Beyond a mortal's bliss
Blazing hair, soul forged with nature's oak, fruitful
Each strand a flower, with essence as beautiful
A moonspell drifted from gleaming eyes,
An ember to seal my drifted cries
My touch once cold, from bitter days of pawns
Coming from tragic heights and murdered dawns
Now of beautiful dreams, caved in your arms
A symphony of eternal salvation, invincible from all harms
Before me you stand an angel of the mystic night
Shining on the nocturnal sky, my first light
Before your stars, I was but blind
The piercing arrow you strike, my sorrow you find
Deep within my heart, I feel you there with me, alive
In the embrace of your soul, I know I can survive
Upon witnessing you, away goes my cancer,
Now I stand, a risen king, to wait for your answer
Slivers of light(French version below)
The most dreadful winter of my life came.
I abandoned the idea of a blossoming future,
Fled the misery of my own motherland,
For a woman I have far too often dreamt of.
Among the singing buds of the Shinto shrine
A white plum caresses my back,
Its petals lull me, my eyes are sealed, sweet reverie,
A convent of grass
The junk of my thoughts
Send me to Amaterasu.
Blushing Lotus, enticing Lilacs, panting Azaleas,
So many mistresses!
Enough perfumes to be drunk from them.
Why, my promise, have I been waiting so long to join you?
Your hair like Sakura flowers
Your laughters sound like Shamisen.
Over the pond, a dragonfly sits down and begins to dream
Masquerading FlowersPink and white ruffles
bend and sway as
green leaves and thick stalks
waltz their blooms
through a balmy breeze.
taste-test the air,
sweeping for danger;
faux petals move
an inch at a time
high above the forest floor.
A vibrant orchid mantis
plays it cool
and takes it slow,
masquerading as a still-life
in a mobile world.
FireThe fiery warmth.
The sparks of red and orange.
Destructive, passionate, yet mesmerizing.
In an instant, it can take away a life through its destructive ways.
But yet, it can save a life with its warm embrace.
The fire spreads.
The tongues of flame licking at the fuel,
Its light throwing shadows dancing across your face.
Dangerous, yet safe.
Angry, but calm.
Harmless, until one spark lets loose.
Then the fire is free.
The master of chaos,
Hidden beneath a façade.
Wait until the veil crumbles,
To reveal its true power
Monarch MorningsMistress Monarch spreads
over white-capped mountains,
a new dawn seen through
thin antennae masks
and yellow-trimmed lace.
I have a bouquet of light
of shattered sunrays
that shun those
whose rose is not as rubicund
or whose cerulean is only slightly sea-green-stained.
Slice up the white
and imprison it in sardine cans
and push the plungers home.
But no matter how much you may try
the result is death;
for you've frayed the perfect threads
And only dried minerals and plasma
some darker version of the cosmic latte concentrated.
My heart is a prism.
All that's around me
some hibernating humming
frozen beneath the winter's coat.
I must be a time machine,
because I cannot abide this monochrome much longer.
And I've sprung forward to spring.
I'm seizing the icicles
that drip from the pallid clouds
and stripping them
and cutting them
and setting them
and in my heart they are transcribed
and flowers bloom
in the rumination of the sunlight.
a host to the aquatic fermentation
and I sip this bouquet
an imitation of the future,
In a momentary fall
Prodding the air
Crushed with the rest
Melt like your brethren
I never liked you anyway
The Blue CurseIn the fit of rage,
At the stupidity of mankind,
The rain was fiercely angry,
And in her anger,
Long ago, in the storm,
The rain cursed mankind.
The curse burned deeper
Than the brightest red,
Not bringing about senseless anger,
But instead a heartbreaking sadness
That broke them,
But left them alive.
It was blue tears,
And those blue feelings,
That ruined them.
From blue gave birth to the other colors.
For what comes from sadness but change?
So blue became sadness.
Each generation of mankind,
Turned bluer, and with each lifetime
The sky turned grayer.
Until it was but a pitch black.
And the rain was satisfied
With her work.
And the Blue Curse
Two Second ShutterSun-rimmed glasses magnified hidden eyes,
the leopard's sleek fur a mosaic of leaves.
Tempting irises with an earthly fury
shift as forest shadows dance and writhe,
breathing so close, you can't believe
the trees haven't fallen silent yet.
Sunlight spirals twinkle down to fireflies,
tiny flares lighting on quivering whiskers.
The stage is set for unrequited desire;
you pack up your camera as she stirs, languid.
Some things aren't meant to be captured
and out here, your camera is a cage.
Wind,Gone from the grasps of reality,
Feel the grace of finality,
Never look back, only ahead,
Free, body and soul, ascend,
The flying force, maintaining your hair,
Dart to the sky, over the clouds is where,
Keep running, you will not fall,
The heart, the power within, is all,
Set beyond, run free,
White thunder, follow what you can't see,
I have no name, I have no face,
Matter it not, aim above my pace
No need to look, no need for sound,
Just feel, your destiny, found. <i>
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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