|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Bury GodOne day God created man
And ,in its love, humanity praised him.
One day God smiled at man
And in its pride, humanity continued
In the practice it believed God found just.
One day God laughed at man
And in outrage, man endeavored
To rise above God
And bellow from above him.
One day God cried for humanity
And in its grandeur
Humanity believed to understand God
To understand his sorrow
Whilst still glaring at him from below.
One day God forsook humanity
And in its disillusion
Humanity attempted to appertain God
And worse yet, aspire
To replace God
Whilst still brooding below him.
Finally, One day humanity killed God
And in its holiness
Humanity decreed from its heavenly throne
To bury God
And along with him the planet
For humanity had risen beyond it.
PanicThis might sound weird,
But does anyone else have that one song that comes on
And your entire body just
Like, it's a perfectly good song,
No frighting lyrics or anything
But still the very intro causes your stomach to tense
At first unable to identify the source of the problem
Then as you hear the drops of piano
That lay as calmly as dew on a spider web
And you realize it's happening again
Memories come back to haunt you
A flash back brought on by a simple series of sounds
Memories you don't want to relive flow through your mind like a river
Tearing your fingers off of the cliff of sanity you've been gripping on to for so long
Ripping you away into the unknowable and unforgivable darkness
You curl up
Knowing that whatever is happening isn't real
It isn't real
It isn't real
but it feels so real
Slowly you come back to yourself
Gathering up the broken pieces and fashioning them together with crazy glue
Stitching the fabric b
No, I'm Not AliveI can feel my heart beating
But I know I'm not alive
Because what is a beating heart worth
When it only pumps acid through my veins?
When my pulse only rises,
For vicious intentions?
My heart is beating-
I know this for sure.
But it only beats with envy-
this is true, too.
For madness, solely,
the thought of inflicting pain.
No, I'm not alive.
But my heart is beating, still,
I'm just an empty shell,
a body without a will.
The Revenge of AdamIt's not the heart that aches,
rather the heart feels hollow and void.
And with every unwelcomed beat that mocks my acute misery,
the wanted hope for silence is destroyed.
The pain is within my entire core;
straining against an imprisoning cage.
It’s as if the angel of my Adam is avenging the rib I've dishonoured;
pressing down on it with an unforgiving rage.
It punishes the breath that breathed life to sullied vows;
furiously exacting a righteous vendetta.
It's relentless weight crushing my insides,
seemingly wanting the bone to sever.
And from the shards of our broken unity,
shall the piercing of my ready heart finally come.
For only then will the avenging angel show mercy,
as my Adam's vengeance will be done.
diagnosed by the doctor who smelt of beer and stale sweat.
when you told your friends they shrugged and said
"everyone has it,"
and so when they spent the night and you lay awake
you assumed that their silent sleeping was simply caused by them being in a different house.
your sheets are stained with the nightmares you couldn't wake up from
after you took the pills the doctor gave you to sleep.
when you woke up in the morning and the thought of school sent you into panic attacks.
you are a better ghost than you are a human being,
noticed when you began tearing at the skin around your nails
and obsessively organising your books on the desk.
she says she thinks it is just your mind letting society in,
but i cannot breathe in shopping centres,
and i spend concerts planning escape routes in case someone were to have a gun.
rediagnosed by teachers as lazy,
and by lovers as too tired.
an umbrella term you are learning means wanting to step in front o
Great Big WorldThe feelings that rip me to shreds
Leading me into the nothing,
Tell me how far I am leaving you behind,
While I cut these meaningless threads?
So long now that I’ve known,
So many times I’ve tried to sow the tear in your heart.
Tell me where I’ve gone wrong
While I set this pride aside.
I let you in and gave you pieces
But the time just keeps going on
And tonight is my last drink to these sorry days
If I have to admit that you’ve won.
If there’s one thing I have to hear from you,
It’s to be true and that “I’m in love with you.”
But I’ll keep smiling, while inside I’m dying,
Because I’m the one who made you stop trying.
“I can’t be the one you needed me to be”
It’s scribbled in red on this glass paper that I wrote for you.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you.”
It’s scribbled in red on these shadows that lurk in my heart.
I let you in and gave you pieces
But the tim
I'm so sorryYou don’t belong to me anymore. Soon I won’t be the first thing you think about in the morning or the last one at night. I will be forgotten because I was just another one while you will be remembered as my first. I wasn’t your first love, I won’t be your last. Maybe you will remember me as the one who knew more about a clothing piece than I knew about society.
I am truly sorry I caused you so much pain and left you with exactly what you expected. I am sorry I wasn’t the flawless goddess you thought I was.
It might not seem like it but I did what was best for all of us. In a valiant try to save you from getting too hurt I hurt myself. Are you happier now? You do your best to delete me from your life while I do my best to get along with my actions. Our old conversations are gone, did you forget me? Did it help?
I have no rights to miss you.
I have no rights to ask for forgiveness.
The next time you see me I will look like a forgotten memory. Faded in
Walking AwayEverything we touch surely dies
While the light turns low
And your left on the streets with a simple cry
With all those feelings you never wanted to show.
Love comes so fast and leaves with a snap,
When you loved her too much
And her hands weren’t in yours,
You know you loved her when she starts to go.
Killing yourself with memories while you look back,
Those tears make you a beautiful disaster,
Sitting at home by the empty phone
Is the hollow ring you wait for in the silence.
We would change anything for happy ever after,
Instead we’re caught between the beautiful and disaster
Waiting for someone to take us home on our endless journey,
On the first page of our last story.
Empty threats with no starting battles,
While you start the fire
And the pain is splattered on the walls,
With the wicked definition of irony.
Self-CondemnTake breaths to set the baggage down,
The silence is a welcome sound,
You cannot hold their fears and frowns
And let them all be free.
No one can win if you are bound
Within their problems - spinning 'round,
Each situation just compounds
And makes you want to flee.
Perhaps it's best to empathise,
Send them love and realise
That they must open their own eyes
If they wish to live.
For taking on their pain and ties
Shall bring about your swift demise
And you're the only one who dies
With nothing left to give.
Do not gather - you must cease!
To cause yourself acute disease,
Just because you gave release,
From all that bothered them.
There's only one you need appease,
So grant yourself a new life's lease,
And find some comfort; moment's peace,
No longer self-condemn.
I'm sorryI'm sorry .
What is saying that actually going to do ? Will you think my apology is heartfelt ?
No , of course not .
Why should I apologise if I am selfish . Surely selfish people don't apologise .
You never apologised ....
All those times you shouted , screamed and laid a hand on me you never apologised .
For all the times you made me feel like an insignificant piece of filth , you never apologised .
My only fault is trying to be who I want to be .
My only folly was believing that you would want me to be me .
My only downfall was not to come running to your every beck and call .
I am not going to be a mindless drone .
I will not wish to be taken from this plane of existance .
I will never be like you .
For that I am not sorry .
For that I will never apologise .
Dead Man's SwitchIn control, then not -
Sudden loss of grip.
Headlong to where?
Details lost, smudged, streaked.
Careening; no system of
No dead man's switch,
On a fast track -
With or without a god?
Keep in Touch!
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