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I prefer my movies to be sad. I prefer my movies to be sad. I prefer my dreams to be horrors. I prefer my friends to be drifters and my lovers to be liars. I prefer to be right about the world being hopeless and my life being a tragedy. This way I don’t have to try to get help or believe in anything. This way I don’t have to try. This way I don’t have to live. I can just be; without guilt. After all, without guilt there is no reason.
It gets easier. I promise.It gets easier. I can promise you that. I can tell you that even while looking at your contorted face that have more tears than clouds have raindrops. I promise things will get better. Somewhere along the road of life your heart will pick up a few tricks from who knows where and breakups and death will hurt less and less.
But some nights are longer than others. And on those nights where all you can see is ?????? and you no matter what logic cards you have, you can beat doubt on those nights. He has lady luck on his side sometimes too. And on those nights where you curl up in a ball and see all your demons laughing and pointing their finger at you, remember, things will get better. Let them have their laugh, in the morning your heart will roar like the lion you are again and tear them to pieces. Just plug in your favorite song and try and think of other things. Things like how beautiful the world is, how many people care to try and make it better. You can think about the bad things too
The Rose Not TakenThe Rose Not Taken
I fear my heart is wilting
I think I soon may quit
These dreams that used to fill my head
Now don’t seem to fit
I can’t believe in love forever
If I can’t even make it stay for a night
I can’t keep pretending
That everything’s going to be alright
If there was a rose bush
In which every other bud had been picked
Could the rose not taken
Not feel tricked
Tricked by the words
That told her that alone she’s complete
And that she’s too beautiful
For any other to compete?
I look at my pillow now
And realize I’m not
And there’s nothing that can help
Until all this life stops.
Reaching EnlightenmentReaching Enlightenment
She likes to play her favorite song so quietly that she has to be conscious of how loud her breaths can be to hear it. She does this because she knows that the loud part is coming up and to turn it down while it’s playing require effort and she likes to float in her serenity cloud to enlightenment while this song plays. It’s like the song is the only road she knows that can take her there. She’s never showed it to anyone else because still in her 21 year old head she believes in the same magic as wishes in this song in that if she tells anyone else the power will be lost. She ignores the fact that the song has over 31 thousand views on youtube. She pretends they’re all from her and the dislikes are from her demons. She smiles seeing the bar like that; the likes outnumber the dislikes by the hundred. Looking at that she imagines that somehow she’ll get out of this world, her world, alive and b
The Cat Lady Who Stole Valentines DayThe Cat Lady Who Stole Valentines Day
Every what down in Whatville liked Valentines Day a lot but the Cat Lady who lived just north of Whatville did not. The reasons were obvious to anyone who lived outside Whatville, the whats were just plain obnoscious about their holiday. They’d buy everyone in town a valentine, the more expensive and the bigger the better. Every year the heart shaped animals in their stores would get bigger and bigger until finally they could only fit one in the window of the store and the whats would have to preorder them to have them shipped to the recipient’s house. The candy of this day would stock their cabinets for months or even until the next Valentines Day. The cards they would give and receive would only have the latest music when they opened and have something fuzzy or cute on the inside. They would be signed with long sentences and large hand-drawn hearts and some kind of swirly signature at the end. As anyone outside of Whatville could see,
CollegeI wish I had come into this world as something other than a human. If I had come into the world as a flower I’d know exactly what I want to be. A flower. No questions asked. But I came into this world as a human. So I have to choose what I want to be. Do I want to be a tree and help shade the world from evil? Or do I want to be a rock and possibly become a building, part of something bigger than myself. Or do I want to be a raindrop? A piece of plastic? And whatever I choose I feel like it has to be forever. A rock does not change into rain. A flower cannot be tree or do what a tree does. I wish I was something other than a human.
Fallen AngelsAre angels still falling?
And if so should that mean something
Who are on the edge?
Could it be that beyond either abyss
Awaits an unsatisfying end
If the angels
Who've seen everything
And know everything about the good side
Then why are they still leaving
Unless there's a reason
But then I think
There are those moments
When you feel only good
Even if for the briefest seconds
And that's how I imagine
That heaven must be like
The angels must just curious
But I know the other side too
So there's no need for humans to be curious
We know hell all too well
Stupid PoemsPoems are whimsy
Poems are flimsy
Poems are love
Cus if you look into
A good enough poem
For the briefest moment
All of creation
All the answers
You'll understand all of life
But then life will happen again
And you'll forget
And the poem will not
Reveal the answers again
Thus I say
Poems are whimsy
Poems are flimsy
Poems are love
Because out of life
Is the way you can see the answer
And out of life
is a poem
Sometimes I get madSometimes people saying things out of context even when they have the best intentions can really hurt someone. In my case, almost kill me. There is no verse in the bible that says the lord will not give you more than you can bear. It says "he will not let you be tempted more than you can bear". That is not the same thing. He will not lead you on more than you can handle, like if He knows you can't handle a really hot girl coming on to you or something then He won't let that happen. But that doesn't mean He won't let anything too horrible happen to you.
It doesn't seem like being broken up with is too horrible but mix that with a needy personality and about 100 pounds of messed up adolescent hormones and you've got enough to break down the walls of Jericho. Now I could probably handle it but back then I remember shaking in my class, crying in my seat, and not talking to anyone because I wasn't sure if my boyfriend was going to leave me or not. I told myself he wouldn't and that God woul
'There's No God Up Here' - The Gagarin ExperienceWhen Yuri saw Earth,
He began to cry
When the Earth turned to him,
The Planet asked him
"Yuri, why do you cry?"
Gagarin hesitated, but replied
"Because, you are beautiful"
The Earth grinned and stated,
"No, Yuri - I am the reflection
Of all things on Earth
The love of humanity and its accomplishments
I am merely a mirror, Yuri
Gagarin returned to Earth soon after
As his shuttle was about to puncture the skin
Of his new found friend
He ejected and safely floated to the ground
People fled from him at first
For he looked like an alien
But he waved and said,
"No, I am a friend, comrades!"
He would yell again
"I am a friend!
A Soviet like you!"
He went on a search
For a telephone to Moscow
Once home, he is greeted
By another reflection of Earth
Alexey Leonov saw the smiling cosmonaut
And greeted with open arms
But before a reunion could occur
Nikita swooped in and cornered the man
Who was not even bound by the atmosphere
Merely hours earlier
"Did you see God up there?"
Jean's Valentine's Day songYour hair is really beautiful,I want to smell it all day,
but please don't let that Jeager bitch conviece you cut it away.
Since I become a soldier,they gave me a 3D gear,
it's really big ya know,but it's okay,never fear.
I can jump really high and do back-flips in the air,
and I usually fall back to a bed,if you want,you can come and stare.
Only in the thoiught of you hanging out with someone else,make me lose my mind,
I drop my faith in humanity on Connie's shirt and he says some words that,trust me,the're no kind.
So on this Valentine's Day I offer you myself,
because seriously who needs a lover who's not Jean Kirschtein?
Eren:Who's the bitch ya horseface?
Armin:Jean,the last sentence doesn't even rhyme...
Connie: Dude,I hate ya!!!
Marco:It's kinda cute though,good job!
Reiner:Wow Marco,you got passed by my gaydar!
Jean:GUYS!!!Shut up all of you!That's MY Valentine's song!
Jean:SCREW YOU JEAGER!!!!
Dadadumbwhen the clown
it does make a sound
and it's not laughter
or a gasp in the making
it's just the sharp crack
of his funnybone breaking
The Dudethe dude,
twas his name.
his guns held low,
cock always ready.
No one dared draw
on the man called 'the dude'.
he walked with a strut,
and drank liquor like water.
his spurs were sharp as knives,
few would cross his path.
he never said much,
dubbed the 'quiet man',
though he let his gun do
a mighty fine lot of talkin!
when he did open his mouth,
his gruff could shake an entire canyon.
even the grizzly bears cringed
if he said something mean.
why they called him 'the dude'
nobody livin' knows.
some say cause he was cool as ice
others say was his father's name.
in the end,
it didn't matter.
the dude was the great cowboy even seen-
some even claimed the devil was a-feared of him.
i would've called him indestructible,
had 'the dude' not been killed.
was a death of heroes
make no mistake of that.
stung by a little bumble bee,
face swelled up like a donkey's hide.
his last words were 'damn critter'
and boom! twas the end of 'the dude'.
SchimmelplusserI am Schimmelplusser
Schimmelplusser of The Gate
The Gate that I alone designed
Designed to then create
Ingress and egress I control
Control and cater for
For I am Schimmelplusser
Schimmelplusser of The Door
This is no place for normal men
Men nor Women of soundly mind
Mind is a place for Pooka seers
Seers of Magic, not wonder blind
So if one day your mind might wander
Wander down to Chumleys Rest
Rest here awhile, while you recover
Recover yourself at our behest
And when you're safely gathered in
In snugly fitting tied-back shroud
Shroud yourself in thing's mischievious
Mischievious Rabbits and Mr.Dowd.
And now I'm old and going senile
Senile Dementia is my reward
For I am Schimmelplusser
Schimmelplusser on the ward
"Aaah! You're a very brilliant man"
Madness~I don't remember what happened
I didn't even notice what stung me
Everything spins like a carousel
Madness travels across my skin
Lead or Ink"Hey, hi," Whispered the pen
"Write with me, write, my friend
Because ink stays for miles
Ink never dies-"
But the humble pencil spoke
and said, "Don't listen to this thick-inked bloke.
ink can be tear stains
Of an artist's lost lives
and can be dangerous
telling permanent lies."
The pen spoke up once more,
trying to accomplish what he started before.
"But my friend, listen to me
you won't regret your choice, you see"
The pencil argued back, yet again
hoping to beat his pin-headed friend
"you write wrong, so you erase
and pencil something in it's place
Pens and markers smear and stain
liquid blackness falls like rain"
To this, the pen just said
"Don't pay attention to this dull-head
I think he's already running out of lead
But look at me, and grasp your mind,
I am pure elegance, the best kind!
Pencils snap and break, easily severed
But me, my friend, I'll stay forever!"
I shook my head at this pointless fight
I wouldn't use either, they both weren't right
I left my chair and went to my
To ALL My Crazy Friendsyou drive me up the walls
and I need a roll of duck tape
but you make my laugh
and you make me smile
I trip you in the halls
you punch me in the face
and I won't change a thing
well maybe give you a mute button
and yes I love you all
(not in the lez way)
like a sister
or a brother
if you're a boy
but I know you'll stand by my side
and pick me back up
and I never want to lose you
not even the ones
I wish I each time I see you
so laugh it up
because the next one say
I have a problem of glairing at people
you're getting punched in the face
Funny things my sister said/done (now a deviation)My little sister is a riot! She says random things that make no sense at all, then starts running around in circles. She is insane. But I love her, and she said that if I don't publish her jokes she will kill my ketchup. (I know, wtf!)
"Want me to liquefy your barbecue sauce?"
"A farmer slithers punishingly away from a coffee shop. He whistles when he spots an alligator next to a red statue, then he says, "How unexpected! I guess you can't be too careful."
My sister started drawing a portrait of me. She realized it looked more like Thor, so she started drawing Thor instead. Then, when she drew the eyes slanted, it looked more like Loki, so she started drawing Loki. She drew a crooked nose and a creepy smile. She then named it 'Ronald McDonald'.
"I'm wearing big girl panties!"
She suddenly yelled, "OMG A BANANA!" When I looked the other way, she hid cheese in my pasta.
"Never trust someone with a clown on their shirt"
Once, I touched her stuffed animal. Then, she said, "You paralyzed he
Don't worry about PlutoThe sun is just a big bully anyway
A bit inconsiderate wet baby
That everyone oh's and ah's at
Because it's the only one
That lights up their sky.
Venus is like the neglected child,
The baby's older sister
But nobody cares about her
She can't be measured by innocence anymore
When compared to her younger sister
Mercury is the bully brother
He pretends not to care
That nobody cares about him
But he does, and it's obvious
Earth is the talented kid
But he has no control over his life
His talents control him
Sometimes he just wants to hide
Mars is the freak of the family
Always being watched
Because nobody trusts
What they don't really know
Jupiter is just the big rich one
He has a scar, sure
But it's a small price to pay
He's really just hot gas
Saturn is only known by connection
The crowd she surrounds herself with
The center of the crowd
But nobody really understands her
Neptune thinks he's all cool
But he's not so much
Nobody really cares about him
But he still tries
Uranus. No words to
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