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Superman to Your BatmanWell you may be the dark knight boy,
But let me give you a clue,
I can leap buildings in a single bound,
Hell I can even leap two.
You may dress in black and grey,
But red and blue is for me,
Don't the tights ride up sometimes?
And I wish the shirts I ripped were free.
I can fly faster than a speeding bullet,
Enough to spin the world the other way,
My hair somehow stays perfect,
Did you know we get depicted as being gay?
I love my x-ray/laser vision,
My breath can be as cold as ice,
They call me the man of steel,
The girls I allure are quite nice.
I can be shot and not bleed,
I wish I had a call symbol though,
Even though we live in alternate universes,
I'm glad to know you'll always be my bro.
What Could Have BeenI heard the news today
It started off as a surprise
But as it sunk into my stomach
The tears welled up in my eyes
Did you know that you had a name?
I picked it out when I was young
Now you will never get to hear it
I lost you, my precious little one
I already miss the special moments
The ones I would have as memories
I don't know how long I've been here
Fingers fumbling with my keys
I wonder about the colour of your hair
Whether they'd say you looked like me
I'm saying goodbye before saying hello
I'm missing the smile I didn't get to see
Did you know that you had a name?
I picked it out when I was young
Now I will never get to say it
I lost you, my precious little one
No first steps, no first words
No first day of school, no education
No love notes to someone you like
No happy day of your graduation
There are so many things I want to say
So many moments we will miss
And out of everything I only have one wish
To give my angel a goodnight kiss
Don't ChangeI see you standing there,
Though shadows hide your face,
One step made toward you,
You disappear without a trace.
I can still feel your eyes,
Burning a torch within my soul,
When I was certain the emptiness,
Would consume me whole.
My blood innocence was stolen,
My views of humanity forever changed,
I once spoke of love and forgiveness,
Now those words feel foreign and strange.
I became lost without a way,
Will never forget your pleading tears,
The first time you got upon your knees,
To pray away your fears.
Creating stories amongst the stars,
Here we lay as friends,
No matter if tomorrow comes,
My love for you never ends.
Don't Fight ItWhat's the point in keeping distance
You say you don't want to cause pain
But in my heart, that's all you do
Only feeling sadness and despair
Trying so hard to do as you requested
Yet finding I'm still stuck on you.
Eyes tend to meet across a crowded room
Averting when the intensity's too strong
When the lump in the throat appears
Words fall silently unnoticed around us
As I try once again to project
I can save you from your fears
Under the StarsTelling stories amongst the constellations
A vast unknown stimulating our imaginations
A soft sigh spreads the warmth in my chest
Tumble into those eyes and forget the rest
A calm to ease the constant war within
One small smile and all wrongs are forgiven
Only she can heal the hurt buried so deep below
No words needed for the selfless love to grow
Opposites AttractBetween the cycles of the moon
A mere shadow as you crawl between the sheets
To satisfy a hunger not so easily sated
Opposites once again meet
Trapped in the arms of a ghost
Who vanishes the morning of the next day
Tears mark silent paths that go unseen
How you take her breath away
DistanceThe shrapnel from your words
Stays embedded within my heart
You inflict pain without movement
My destruction is your art
Love doesn't seem to agree with me
Especially when it comes to you
Just a nod brings me to my knees
That stare only runs me through
A bitter surrender in your presence
The soul bleeds from your ignorance
Against better judgement I plead
I can't take any more of this distance
ReasonNever thought about it until now
That with you, I forget to say the words
Sure I mention the important three
But the rest of how I feel, go unheard
Every night there's a space between me and you
But that seemed right after our years
Only now I'm starting to realise
There have been some unnoticed tears
How detached have I become
To stop touching you affectionately
I guess I thought to say forever was enough
That should have been a warning sign to me
Where has the effort disappeared to
The actions and words, not said or done
I can write down just the way I feel
Not for you, instead to everyone
Girl, can you give me another chance
To reignite that spark we once shared
I don't want you just existing in my life
I want you to believe, that it's for you I care
GlassesHey gorgeous face sporting the black and whites
Why don't you take a seat here by me
I know that I can't save you, girl
But I'm feeling like a hero, just look and see
I've got the smooth lines to get you in
I've got the clumsy moves to make you smile
Girl, I'll bring you flowers of yellow
Whilst sending lyric posts all the while
Maybe you could hide me in the scary parts
When the monsters make appearances on screen
Perhaps I can't be your suitor
But I can give you more love than you can dream
So dark knight, would it be alright sometimes
To hold you just a little longer in my arms
And kiss the skin where my head rests
Let me lay on my subtle hero charms
I won't be the one to steal your heart
I don't want to even enter the race
I only want to remind you, my friend
Of the beautiful soul, behind the gorgeous face
.just try not to
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
gossamer loveyou will love a woman
who uses the word
too often. she will
diagnose dead artists' descents
into madness and laugh
too loudly at jokes
no one understands.
she will braid crowns of
flowers, she will write poems
in constellations, she will
try to walk like a dancer so
no one can hear her
leave. she will be
an ice sculpture, and when
she cries, you'll convince yourself
she's melting, she loves you, you've
changed her, you've
changed; she will wear you
like a comma, like
an incomplete thought,
in her story, and
she will leave you wondering
they say his bark is worse than his bitethe lime green telephone
demands to be answered,
its bell-biting voice
a wolf in sheep's clothing.
she picks up, yawning,
invisible to prying payphone eyes
in her blurred lipstick
and last night's dress.
"who's there?" she asks,
and the man just laughs
because he knows she's already
caught in his fishing net,
the poor discounted mermaid
flopping in the moonlight.
she can't remember the last time
her mother called, or the last time
she rode a bike.
one day her childhood got fed up
with her wicked ways and left
without a trace.
for some reason, she keeps looking for it,
the convict joyriding down a nostalgic road
closed off by orange cones.
the phone call lasts thirty seconds
at the most.
she bites her lip and stretches,
slips into stilettos by the bed.
her joints creak as she stands,
warning her, telling her
she's too old
to be breaking her own heart like this.
she pretends she doesn't hear,
purse noisy with quarters.
outside, a mosquito
hits the bug zapper
she shakes her h
crooked kissesAn old man sits at a bus stop,
his ragged clothes soaked
through to his creaky bones.
He grips his beggars cup
tightly, but instead of coins it
overflows with rain water.
Passersby pass by without
giving a second glance, brief
cases clenched in swinging
hands, Bluetooth plugged into
their ears. A little girl dressed
in pink polka dots prances
to his side. Her mouth moves
quickly and his takes time to
form words. She giggles,
drops coins into his cup, and
gives him a kiss on the cheek.
He laughs a crooked grin.
CatatoniaShe scrawls life line tallies on her wrists in scars
to mark each year passed
and haunts bars looking for the love of strangers.
she finds malt whiskey and vermouth; strange mouths to kiss
she tips them back the way a lover might tip her chinny chin
She whispers slurs and looks into the abyss of gin.
He inhales death with the smoky kisses of cigarettes
injects life paraphrasing echoes of love with hypodermics to keep
the hypothermia of loneliness back
but it creeps and creeps
a slow paralysis
under the windowsill, rain falling bleak on the pane to drip
into her veins
soft dark over the threshold of the doorway to her soul
writing ink into her shadow, there -
melting behind the lidded stupor stare of dreamless minds
it stirs and wakes,
invisible monsters sleeping in her chest
they bare their teeth and bleed
pain naked in the light of morning
ugly and beautiful in the honesty of strangers unable to turn
from a car crash in the dusk.
walking in darkness
searching for touch.
Cigarrete Smokesometimes you want to
kill the world inside you,
but you can't
because you're too worried
because you can't see the consequences
because you don't like modifications
because you can't make up
well you're excused,
excused from giving a damn,
for the cigarette lighter
(I'm too tired to stomp out the ashes
and blow the smoke away).
To the one I forget to loveSunshine girl,
your feet are itchy for the miles
between your sighs
and hunger scratches
at your throat
but you have a smile
that swallows oceans
and your heart
into the Marinia Trench.
this heaviness in you
is a dandelion
coming home to rest
I'll WaitCan you hear me knocking,
Upon your heart,
Wanting you to let me in,
But you wont take any part.
Ill just stand outside,
In this wintery cold,
Waiting and waiting,
For you to hold.
Please wrap me round your shoulders,
And I will keep you warm,
I would shelter you,
From any storm.
You should feel the sensations,
Running beneath my skin,
To tell you my dreams,
Would be such a sin.
The power you have,
Is a little crazy,
But maybe, just maybe,
It proves were meant to be.
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