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All artists are the same
It doesn't matter if you're a writer, a painter, a singer, a dancer or anything else-you are an artist. And as one you sometimes feel misunderstood and pushed away because you can do something that other people can't When actually you are just expressing yourself the only way you can.
It's lonely being and artist
You always live with a pain that no one knows about because no one will understand it. The deepness of your soul is scary for the average man so you are better off alone. And yet you yearn for someone to come and save you from the darkness of yourself and become your pure, lovely inspiration.
The works of art
You experience a very deep feeling (love, loss, happiness, sorrow, joy, sadness, etc.) and you just need to express it somehow. So what you do is: by using your talent and isolating yourself somewhere far away from the world. That's when and where you turn your emotion into something beautiful and amazing so that oth
A simple man I am
unknown and ordinary.
But I know that you'll hear my voice
that speaks in rhymes.
True friends-I have only two
an empty paper sheet and a pen.
But they are bigger than a crew
and have their own pleasant voice.
I create with them new worlds
different and maybe interesting.
I leave the reader to find them
even though it isn't easy.
I often talk about my feelings
and my white soul I reveal.
Different stories I tell
hoping that at least one will like them.
Some will say: "This is written for me"
others will simply forget about it.
Most people will laugh at me I know
and I'll be facing a new war.
But critics will always exist
their race will always be here.
My idea will become reality
and the race will spread evil elsewhere.
The mark of mine will not disappear
even when nothing but ashes are left form me.
A word I wrote someone will read
and like a phoenix I will fly again.
This is the poet's fate
a little lonely perhaps
But there are so many beauties
that he can giv
I sit in my room alone
Thinking of my fate
A single red rose was the company of mine
And with her I shared all of my desires
I told her a lot about the love
And how it was my greatest wish
And how I wish someone's arms
To be gently holding my heart
I lived with no date and time
But the rose shared this burden of mine
Even though the year was passing
The rose was blooming-not dying
Like she was sent from the Gods above
So we won't be slowly fading
Immortal she was made
And I am sure the other flowers are ashamed
But it came a day that I found love
Pure beauty she was
It felt like I was drugged
And I felt pain no more
The rose I left in my past
I was happy about my future
Love gave me wings of joy
So who said that I can't fly
The lonely room I locked forever
And the memories of her I buried
The beautiful rose I left there too
And about her I forgot
Hand in hand me and the love
Saw the beauties of the world
This joy for me lasts forever
Even if it sounds a bit cliché
In a world of lies and betrayal
In a world of loneliness and pain
In a world without love and friendship
In a world without beauty and grace
Here where happiness does not exist
Here where every temple is destroyed
Here where everyone criticizes
Here where you're all alone
This is a cursed place
This is one hell of penalty
This is something that everyone knows
This is murder of hope
Welcome to your biggest nightmare
Welcome to the city of sins
Welcome to the world that kicks you when you're down
Welcome to Hell itself
Goodbye My Heart
Forget about the passion
Close yourself within
The flame is gone
Killed from a fate so cruel
Only pain is here now
A deep wound lies open
Be quiet you broken heart of mine
Quiet! Don't waste a beat
Leave me alone in the silence
Don't open the door
Don't let the light in
Leave me here in the ashes
In the remains of our love
Forget about me now
Lose yourself in the world
Go, heart of mine
Don't lay a hand on me
Run and never look back
And to me never come back
And in the dark of day
I leave myself to my dreams
I will never wake again
Not today or ever again
A last tear drops from my eye
And last word I speak
"I love you"-they where
Goodbye, heart of mine
StockholmBut my heart beats for you alone
You are not
You are ever watchful
Hoping for devotion
My wandering heart
Beating for you
My SunlightYou are my sun,
My only light,
As you fade,
The moon is there,
A memory of you,
Of the darkness,
Before your dawn.
You are the breeze,
That kisses my face,
Those tender lips,
That rushing embrace.
You are the grass,
Beneath my feet,
You hide my tears,
You support my weight.
You are the last,
One for me,
There was many before,
But they were never the same.
With you its right,
With you its love,
And if tonight,
I come above.
I'll see your glory,
From the moon,
From the memory,
Of this afternoon.
Puppet String SymphonyHere come the snares,
wrenching at my heart;
like my tongue can’t find the words to say.
I've been resurrecting your skeletons,
just to place broken flesh over it and watch it all decay…
…scratching at freshly picked scars and rose petals,
while digging up old habits and hatchets;
just so I can whistle a tune so tragic.
Here comes the wind,
stomping at my lungs;
like my emotions are gasping to be released.
I've been coughing up your cover-ups,
just to place my index finger over it and watch it all cease…
…living in this darkness, sulfur-tipped match tossed in the breeze,
while thinking it’s just not worth the candle;
just so I can hum a song you can’t handle.
Here come the keys,
playing at my mind;
like all eighty-eight demons and angels serving one star.
I've been worshipping my self-inflicted headache,
two times twelve and that’s how many bars…
…I've got to show you the color I feel.
When the puppet string symphony beg
I PromiseIt is a painful thought
To know he kissed you,
To know he stole your innocence.
He felt the warmth and comfort of your love,
But manipulated it to lust
And turned that perfect smile I now see,
Into a lifeless vessel
That gave into his
Carefully painted words
He had you
Before I ever knew you,
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
I'm sorry I could not save you.
But look up at me now, love,
Look up at me with those astonishing, crystal eyes
And know that I will love you
Until this heart of mine has given out.
I am your present
And your future;
I will love you for more than your body,
I will love your wild personality,
I will love your motherly instincts,
I will love your acceptance,
I will love your understanding,
I will love your "frustrations",
I will love your timidness,
I will love your stubbornness,
I will love your laughter,
I will love your tears,
I will love your scars,
I will love your flaws,
But most of all;
I will love you.
About ArtA sweet poem,
All but a
For the true art called
my eyes sometimes forget youwhen you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you;
the daily grind goes on; the bus-wheels roll their hides over the asphalt roads;
the snow melts into pools and clings to boots, licking the rubber heels of girls
who sway their hips to music that i only faintly hear; the women smile in coffee shops
and leave stray hairs on the wicker chairs; people pass by windows and their zippers
catch the light; my fingers turn the pages of new books.
somehow your voice finds me in the midst of all of this,
and very softly brings the words
that never really leave me:
this is my love.
when you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you-
but my heart does not.
Unrequited LoveJust think of me.
Text me good morning and good night.
Text me at lunch just to let me know you're alright.
Wish me a good nap around five or six.
And if you're every bored just give me a call.
I'll make you a fangirl no matter what.
Even if you never admit it I'll let you off.
Meet up with me every now and then.
Never end a conversation with just goodnight or goodbye.
Ask questions and explore life with me.
Support me but don't try to fix me.
Even though I'll try to fix you.
But first I need this dream to come true...
For Your Eyes Only...For your eyes only, I bare my soul.
For your eyes only, I bare my heart.
For your eyes only, I bare my body.
For your eyes only, I bare my mind.
For your eyes only.
For your ears only, I share my dreams.
For your ears only, I share my fears.
For your ears only, I share my sorrow.
For your ears only, I share my joy.
For your ears only.
For your heart only, I give my love.
For your heart only, I give my strength.
For your heart only, I give my passion.
For your heart only, I give my life.
For your heart only.
All of these and more...
are for you--only for you.
The GlowThe Glow
Dictated by Puabi
What brings a glow of fire
To a single woman's eyes?
What curves her red lips
Into a joyful smile?
The promise, the delivery,
The receipt of love.
When she was waiting
Such a long while,
And it comes to her heart
In her surprise.
Imagine, when it comes
To a woman like me,
The brightness of the glow
In her eyes.
Don't you think that I'm in love with her now
She's just another face in the crowd
Even though she has a beautiful voice
But still she's someone that I don't know!
Living in her own-made up world
Dark and secret, for everybody out of reach
If you come close, she goes totally anarchic
How can I get to know her?
She's always so dissatisfied
Does not like anybody's good heart
And I pray here to every God I know
To give her a bit of decency!
But those eyes of hers-blue
Deep, expressive, so beautiful
Hairs-no so long but quite charming
And you can feel the ecstasy
Obsessed with this beauty
And you want her just for yourself, even for a hour
In an intimate way
Oh, my friend unknown,
Maybe your words aren't really lies
It seems I'm dragged in this circle with no end
And without her my heart will never mend.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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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