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What IfWhat if every person that you meet becomes your friend?
Would you still cherish them as if they were godsend?
If making connections could be done in a breeze,
Would there have been no wars, just everlasting peace?
What if every attempt that you do always ends up in success?
Would you still struggle and give it your best?
If life were that easy, would you still go on living,
Or just waste your life doing nothing?
What if every choice that you made turned out to be the right one?
Would you still look back to where it all began?
If such thing happened, will there ever be roads not taken?
Things would be too simple, there would be no lessons given.
What if every thing that you believed in turned out to be true?
Would you look forward to something unexpected, something new?
If fate served you everything in a platter,
Would you still be here listening to words of wisdom from your father?
Christmas WishJust like a kid waiting impatiently for Christmas Eve,
There is something that I really want to receive.
One wish that's more precious than everything else,
Something that would make me hear a thousand bells.
Kept in my heart,
In a hidden chamber.
Surrounded by doubt,
Slowly getting stronger.
From the moment we first talked until you became my friend,
You've always been on my mind like a godsend.
You inspired me to do things that I never thought I could,
Let me find a part of me that I believed was lost for good.
That cheerful smile painted on your face is my drug,
Whose effect is multiplied further by your friendly hug.
Is asking Santa to make my wish come true,
Really the only thing that my mustered courage could do?
My resolve is still not enough for me to take matters by my own hands,
Through the years I've stayed a coward forever buried in the sands.
Only on the yuletide season do I feel a sliver o
How Will I Say I Love You in 16 Ways?I would wake you in the morning before the sun starts to rise,
Making sure that I am the first person you see when you open your eyes.
I would make you a hearty meal served on a little table on your bed,
Watch as your face lights up with every bite and your smile starts to spread.
I would prepare the bath for you so you can start clean and fresh,
Making sure that the water's temperature is just right for your delicate flesh.
I would watch you choose the clothes that you want to wear,
Get out of the room and patiently wait until you are all dressed up, beautiful beyond compare.
I would walk you out of the house passing through our perfectly trimmed front lawn,
Opening the car door I would gesture you to sit like a queen about to sit on her throne.
I would drive the car carefully as if you were someone so fragile,
Weaving through the traffic safely for the one beside me - an angel.
I would shop with you at the mall where you used to take me when I was a kid,
Offering you a shopping spree
YouYou are that first ray of sunlight that peaks through the clouds after a few weeks of non-stop rain,
Giving hope to a land that has been forever drenched, it's prayers proved to be not in vain.
You are the first four notes of that beautiful song that loops endlessly inside one's head,
Giving color to a monochrome life that finally begins to traverse the spectrum from violet to red.
You are an epitome of that person who can make another person change for the better,
Giving a second chance to a lost spirit that has embraced failure and under it took shelter.
You are that little speck of courage that builds up in the heart as time goes by,
Giving spark to that first step, to that first try, to that first flight into the sky.
You are my light,
You are my song,
You are my guide,
You are my my courage.
You are mine,
My one and only.
You are you.
Wish Upon A StarMother Star always told me not to fall in love with a human but I guess love really moves in mysterious ways. I know that I am not supposed to fall in love because if I fall too deep I might just give up my light just to fulfill the wish of the one I love. Losing my light would mean losing my life. Then, I would end my journey with a great fall as a falling star.
I first saw her looking out the window one clear, starry night. There was something about her that caught my attention. The way she sighed as she looked into the distant horizon sent me twinkling in delight. The way she fixed her long flowing hair made me shine brighter than usual. I still remember Mother's warning but I just can't help it. I think I've already fallen in love.
Every night I would check to see if she was there and, most of the time, she was. She would just sit there as if trapped in deep thought and then give out a sigh in the end. After that, she would get ready to go to sleep.
She did the same thing fo
NocturneWhen the curtain of Night spreads across the land,
The jewels of the sky come hand-in-hand.
Whereas the Moon foxtrots into the velvet stage,
Hear the clamorous hoots from the waking Sage.
Critters shoot into the air like arrows,
While others slowly retreat into their burrows.
Deathly shades join the midnight symphony,
Witches brew and cast their spells with glee.
Princes clad in armor gallop into the woods,
Armed with steel swords covered with roods.
Save the fair maidens from the fiery dragons,
Then have their tales of courage passed on for eons.
Such things happen between dreams and reality,
Everything is inscribed in the palms of Destiny.
And when the High King of the East begins to burn,
So shall end this jazzy nocturne.
Digital synth pop makes you smile
Neon dreams color your eyes
And your room dances with fireflies
I want to hold your polyphonic skin
And drink the angels of your electric virility in
Beneath the black light's ice fire glow
As the beats and the rhythms swell and grow
And 3.14 here comes the music I never heard before
Echoing through your pulsing muscles
Pulsing through your rushing veins
Rushing through the guitar's strings
Right down to the electronicore
I want to hold your polyphonic skin
So we can feel the world's shaking vibrations and spin
I want the heart of the music that lies between the calm and the restless
And the soul of the music in the times that leave us breathless
The creme de la creme of auditory expressions
The Oldest Trick in the Book
The recurring theme of malinger and tomfoolery
pushes an envelope packed with counterfeit
bills across a desk made by the hands of hungry children.
So blatant a sin as to lie to a land of suspecting
psyches is that of a rape to every thought crossing
the pathways of synapses and morality.
The clueless neckties were never clueless,
as free will is the truest catalyst to the monsters
beneath the skin of miracles, like cannon fire in an orphanage.
Deception is a talent practiced while mastered by Hell,
and surely the envelope holds origins from places of evil?
Bills, from mangled trees, grow into newer roots of evil.
Rot can be proven and believed in any walk of life
in and across the world. A thing like evil is illusive
but worth the hunt. Thus end this cycle before it expands.
It is old and respected only by the evil and the ignorant,
the breeds who are related in sin. Let never a single demon win,
and take only the challenges that ring bells in Heaven.
All Quiet?Who weighed up the price
who built satanic engines to deploy in total war
who ordaining the sacrifice
conscripting legions, reducing youth to gore?
How many would-be fathers died before
love had discovered them, paying a price
in shattered gut and sinew. Who was there to deplore
this evil squandering, this ultimate vice?
Who declared the victory, but death
who triumphed across hamlets, cities, towns,
who left fields and pastures lifeless, bereft
without the hope of harvest, while winter frowns
While whole populations die
too weak to resist the cruel disease
that raged irresistible, to belie
the empty promise men called peace.
Misconception Is Your ArtAnother day struggling with your kind
Struggling to live my life how I want it to be
Then there’s you and your misconcepting signs
Thinking you know me
When in truth you blind your eyes with lies
Lies of a society that needs to die
I owe you no excuses,
No reasons to the things I do
Or the error of your creation’s devastation
Your perspective, my perception
One’s lie and the other’s truth
Point me out with your finger
Then fire at me your words
I can take the impact for those that linger
Linger behind me, for that I’m their protector
For that I’m not afraid of danger
I don’t want to live the life you preach
I don’t want back what you drained from me, you leech
I’ll simply go on for the truth I seek
The truth we all need
To be set free
Free from all your chains
Rain on devils and fire on saints
There’s no difference in either’s hearts
When both are capable of the sinister arts
OptimismI don't want to hear another rant,
Another sentence which involves the word can't.
All I ever hear is the moaning of the masses
Combined with the tossing of blame in the switching of classes.
What happened to joy and creativity
Which flooded the halls in Elementary?
We've gone from wonder to nihilism
Mixed in with sarcasm and narcissism.
I just want to lay back and talk about fun,
Maybe toss back and forth a pun.
But all I ever get to hear,
Is a scream of self-pity in my ear.
Maybe you could have it worse,
It's not like you've been locked into a voodoo curse.
So stop saying "Woe is me!"
And start being a little more gutsy.
Because the only way things are going to be ok,
Is if you go out and find that way.
The one that leads to a future and your posterity.
And you won't get there by going through your life covered in self-pity.
RainHave you ever felt the mud
Between your toes?
And sat there watching the bud
Fresh as it grows.
And thought "I am just carbon,
Dying with each breath.
My blood it is a dragon
Burning with that death."
Music cannot be just sound,
Neither can my laugh.
There's blood running through the ground.
I cannot do math.
Giving up, look at the sky,
Letting the grass grow,
Knowing you will not find why,
Decide to let go.
Cookie-CutterStaring into the mirror
Hair brushed and twisted elegantly
Lips coated with shimmery gloss
Eyelashes flared boldly
Cheeks artificially tinted pink
Eyes lined with purple-
Staring into the cracked mirror
Hair dull and matted from sleep
Lips chipped and chewed raw
Eyelashes limp from forgotten tears
Cheeks naturally discolored
Eyes shadowed by nightmares-
THIs I sA R e d HHerINgHAPPYBIRTHDAYTOYOU.
AmericanI’m a firework on the 4th of July,
I’m a crack in a bell
I’m a 4-wheeler in the mud
I’m an apple pie
I’m a Friday night football game at a small high school
I’m a Coca-Cola and a giant burp, excused with a “Sorry” and a blush
I’m a cowboy in a 10-gallon hat
I’m Thomas Jefferson, Ben Franklin, and John Hancock
I’m a businessman on the top floor of the World Trade Center
I’m a child playing with a Barbie doll
I’m a striped flag flapping in the breeze
I’m an ambassador
I’m a hamburger with extra ketchup
I’m a teenager with angst and high texting charges
I’m a soldier on the field
I’m a song
I’m a prayer
I’m a love
I’m an American.
GlitchYou can find hidden truths in simple lines,
Even in broken grammar or in faulty rhymes.
One just needs to tap into his soul,
That, among others, is the writer's goal.
Yet for some the ink on paper looks plain,
They belong to a world for the terminally sane.
Believing only what's in front of their eyes,
Imagination and dreams to them are merely lies.
Lucky are those who can see the fault in the system,
Lucky are those who can absorb flawed criticism.
But within the borders of this fragmented society,
Things aren't really what they always seem to be.
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?
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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