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Three ReasonsI knew it wouldn't be her when I opened the front door. I had just hoped that maybe she had seen her mistake. But it was silly to think that she would come and apologize, wasn't it?
"Is you mother home?" the young woman asks as I open the door.
"No," I answer simply.
"When will she be back?"
"When she feels like coming back,"' I retort. Then I slam the door in her face because that woman is really pissing me off. There are three reasons why her questions made me angry. One, I am 21 and I don't live with my mom. I live in a house with two roommates. Two, when I opened the door, she looked about ready to come inside; I don't want a desperate saleswoman inside my lovely home. Three, when someone starts a conversation without even saying "hello" or "how are you?" I feel as if they don't respect me enough to simply go through the obvious actions of trying to be polite.
"Hey, who was that?" Sonya asks.
"No one," I answer.
"You mean her?"
"No. I mean no one. When I say one thing, I don't usua
Stolen LivesWhen I got the news yesterday, I didn't shed a single tear. I simply looked up and bit my lower lip so hard it bled. "You'll be OK," my mom told me a million times. But I wouldn't. Even though I didn't cry, my heart shattered and my world fell apart. He was everything to me and I didn't know how to survive without him.
When my mom had said that I'd be fine, I knew something was wrong. This was her son after all. How can you not feel anything after your only son dies? "Ella? Ella? Sis?" I looked up at my younger sister with the same dead eyes I've had since yesterday. "Are you OK?"
"He's gone," I answered stupidly, not sure what else to say.
"Yes, he is. But we'll always love him and we'll always remember him, right?"
"Mom won't," I replied bitterly.
"She loves him, Ell. She's just shocked," Allison told me gently.
"No she doesn't. Nothing could be further from the truth. Mom pretended to love him after he was accepted at Harvard, Yale, Princeton, and Stanford. She loved his
This is BeautyThe snowy mountains
And the whitened trees.
White animals following me.
Sparkling ocean as far as I can see.
And the yellow sand squirming beneath my feet.
Orange, purple, pink, blue sky;
Making the world even more beautiful
Than it ever could be.
Orange, yellow; warm-colored leaves
Drift to the ground,
And the shade diminishes heat.
Sun shines through the clouded sky,
I wave to the warmth; good-bye.
Birds sing their beautiful songs
And crickets chirp all night long.
The wind ruffles the green leaves,
Making me happy; sick with glee.
Flowers, grasses, blossoming trees;
What more do I need?
All the beauty in the world
Is right here before me
In the season,
The lovely season of spring.
Immaturity is confusing...You and me both know that we
Can not stand each other.
Every day and every night
I sit in my room and cry.
To you, for you;
I wish you'd shut up.
Quit complaining of meaningless things.
When I hear your voice
My blood boils,
My heart trembles,
I feel the need to scream.
But, oh, the words will not come out
I can't seem to yell at you.
Because every day and every night
When I'm sitting alone and sad
I think of you and all of your pranks
I think you might not be so bad.
But your jokes amuse me
And your words make me mad.
Your face stirs up bad feelings
And your laughing I just can't stand!
So why do you listen to me?
Why do you stay
So near to me
So far away
I tried to yell at you,
I tried to scream,
But all that came out
Was a meaningless thing.
You rolled your eyes and laughed
Do you really think it's funny?
Because it's making me mad.
You won't be laughing in a second,
When I come over and cut off your hands.
Writer's Block...It doesnt come anymore
The words cant flow from my mind
Drift to the paper and form a song
Everything was so easy
It all just worked out somehow
But now I cant think
And the words dont mean
The same thing
Nothing outside has changed
Inside of me
Theres a disease;
It makes my hands tremble,
It forces my eyes closed
Everyday when I lift my pencil
The paper stays blank
I stare at the white sheet
But nothing has changed
When did this happen
How can I make it stop
Will you lend me your hands
So I can start to write again
My Real Lovedo you miss me?
now that I need you
doko ni iru no?
hold me TAITO
I wanna be close to you
watashi no kotoba
anata no kiss
ima, kowai yo
Anata mo atashi mo
You run away itsumo
Hold me TAITO
I wanna be close to you
Watashi no kotoba
Anata no kiss
Ima, kowai yo
why did you leave me?
kimi no sasayaku
you know I can't hear you
hold me TAITO
I wanna be close to you
Watashi no kotoba
Anata no kiss
Ima, kowai yo
kimi no atatakai te
boku no tsumetai HATTO
I wanna be with you now
kore ga watashi no honto no love desho？
Bokutachi no RABU wo hajimemasu yo
demo, kimi wa doko ni iru no?
your diet coke will only make you hungrier(just some wolf with big blue eyes)
I don't know when I stopped using capitals in my writing
Or when I stopped talking as much
I dyed my hair because I was trying to show you
That I didn't have to show you anything
I told myself to stop writing poems about you
As if the days I spend locked in your ice cold glare
Was something I could escape
My mother still screams at night
She has the worst nightmares I've ever heard
And I think I might be going down the same route
I keep telling myself to breathe
That it is okay, and I will be okay
We were never okay
and despite myself, i've noticed it
you don't look at me anymore
Moriah JeanShe was soft and warm.
She was stone-cold.
I watched her, the strength in her
spine, the height in her shoulders,
the wave of ebony silk cascading over her
back - there was an unmistakable air.
But that skin, tight and smooth,
pulled over round hips, curved along
the concave of her stomach, crested
over her breast- a desert landscape.
She was sharp and round in all the
Formed from lightning and sand-
a burst of energy, a birth of
Untouchable, but for that treasured
moment of welcome, that break in
tension, that upturning of lips, pink
The knowing glance, the wanting look,
the low eyes, so dark, framed by sharp
lines and light- they placed her on a
pedestal, but she bent down with out-
She was not a goddess. She was polished
and coy, she was music - a symphony,
and sometimes, the cymbals crashed;
But she knew she was beautiful, and
she knew her strength was in the way
she let the music
Someone ElseWhat's the point of talking if no one will listen?
Of walking if there's no where to go?
Of singing to an empty room?
Of dancing alone?
Of writing what no one will read?
Of having feelings no one will care about?
You have the hope, that one day, one person might
Listen to you
Walk with you
Hear your soul
Dance with you
Read what is important to you
Care about the feelings you do have
And one day I hope
To do the same
For someone else
remember melightning steps
haunt the cargo hold
where they let them
doze off... drunken bastards...
lightning steps -
sharpshooter stab marks (neck,)
a stern mother
the glare... bewitched
to the portholes. memento mei,
as written on the daughter's amulet;
she clutches it unknowingly in her sleep.
(will she burn too?) the night is
young but she isn't
anymore; she doesn't
know it yet.
is the scalding breath of winter.
the piss-thin streaks of dandruff snow,
is a kid afraid to be standing
in that corner because of that madman
with that coarse, red face and
but now he's sleeping
under a ragged coat,
so it might be safe? no, no,
this is the wrong memory,
this is not
how he would like
to have him etched...
standing alert and smoking
brand of cigarettes
and twirling that sad stub with
long frost-tinged fingers
back when he would respond
to his feeble
"what are you waiting for?.."
for a bark.
nothing else to wait for!.."
"the steel ship."
I am everywhere
I am everything
I am your world
I am your voice
I speak in your blood
I sing in your tar
I am your lungs
I breathe your suffering
I contract your tears
I am your past
I recollect your misery
I predict your end
I am your friend
I embrace you with sickness
I deliver you from happiness
I am your everything
I am your only love
You. Need. Me
You. Can. Never. Escape. Me
LoveFluttering, floating softly in the air.
Taken to and fro by the breeze.
Locations seen that could no be believed.
Till the wind grabs and shreds.
A Sirens Song.A slight breeze ruffled plumes attached onto an appendage.
We have searched so far...
Irritation could be seen within smiles.
For so long…
Six eyes watched as the flare from the Sun snuffed itself,
Cursed with feathers…
beyond the horizon.
Adorned to bone…
A breath of lethargy was passed through the group.
Our bodies grow tired…
Heaviness hung in the air.
Too weary to fly…
Darkness was descending.
Enduring days upon rocks…
Anticipation was setting in.
On a tiny isle…
There, within the distance, a slight dot.
A distinct vessel, traveling at a fast speed.
The winds carried to them the shouts of some...
Licking lips in excitement of the approaching storm.
Liners catch reefs, steering it towards their archipelago…
Three heads look towards the sky.
Lives are lo
IntoxicatedYou hold me down
I need to breathe
Numbing words and bleeding words
Just let go of yourself
This will change the rest of your life
And youll never make it out alive
What builds all this pressure
Inside my head
What sends the room spinning
Its only the first time
My head is aching
But I feel so alive
Flashing city lights
Neon burning my eyes
What is going on?
Where are you taking me now?
Forcing me down the busy streets
Cold air touches my skin
The illuminated city becomes pitch
Hollow eyes and empty words
Where have you taken me?
I cant take another minute
I cant even speak
When my mouth opens, all I do is scream
Pain shoots through my body
As you take my hand
It was so easy for you
When I wasnt really there
Easy to take advantage
And steal what wasnt yours
My ending was so slow, but it was painless
Body numbed with alcohol
I didnt feel a thing
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