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Rainy DayAs I sit here and stare out the window, waiting for the skies to clear, listening to the silence drive on. Something starts to fall, rain. Water from the skies above. What is this noise I hear? Such peace from all this chaos? No wonder the trees dance with this music. I walk towards my door, it opens suddenly as my hands pull on it. My body no longer listening to the reason of my mind but following the music of the rain. Out I run! Splashing water up into the air with each step to joining the countless drops already falling. I stare up into the sky of clouds and black of night. My cloths, of little I had on, stuck to my body like glue as I stood still, feet cold, heart warm. Bright flashes of light dance around me as I walk on, my eyes closed, hands stretched out in front of me, they are my eyes. Sight did no justice to the beauty of the sound, the feeling, the smell, the taste of it all. God must pity me to have given me this joy, even for a night if only that. A bright flash, all aro
Roles“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts”.
It is true that the words were once said
Of a learned bard that
‘All the world’s a stage’.
We humans are merely players upon
The stage of life.
Yet, had you ever considered
Which parts you play?
Every person is the centre of their own show
But only a side act to everybody else.
Perhaps you are not one to
Discover gravity or find a new energy source.
You may never get into history books,
Never truly be remembered.
It may be disheartening but just think…
You could easily be a sideshow
That ends up inspiring the great artists.
Maybe you were the teacher who
Taught Einstein how to count or
Hemmingway how to write.
Maybe if you were not alive now,
It is possible that the human race
Could die out thanks to an invention
That you didn’t inspire someone to create.
Think of the peo
GravediggersPlowshares of bone entwined in small buckets of teacake, shadowing smiles going through the day,
Each taking turns for the doing, counting each broken heart with a cup of sweet lemonade,
Laughing for silence has no place, such a time like childhood to those with no hope for they
Are but asleep in the graves, drowning in gentle stares diggers still go about gathering crystals,
From the ground deep inside these fallen spirits….
The ShieldMore pain, more pain,
this way it's all you gain.
Forget about that frightening gaze,
use the fire, blue-eyed mage.
No more, no more,
there's no point like that to roar.
Even if the fear will daze,
remember your courage, blue-eyed mage.
Be brave, be brave,
bow-man can't shoot you to grave.
Forget about the suspicious haze,
trust in the shield, blue-eyed mage.
Don't fear, don't fear,
the danger's nowhere near.
Your courage will be your defending cage,
feel your strength, blue-eyed mage.
Not Enough...I bite my tongue, it's begun to bleed
Every painful word is but a seed
A thought, confined in my head
Because I do not wish dread
Or pain within your heart
So I try to be really smart
And bite my tongue, bite it hard
These hurtful words, I will guard
But despite everything I do
Some of the hurt still leaks through
Through my mouth, to cut you deep
These hurtful things I tried to keep
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you so
You say I lie, and then you go
I should have bit harder, this tongue of mine
Perhaps then, I would have had time
To calm myself down, and say sensible things
But I lost control, and pain is all *that* brings
So next time I'll bite harder, let not a word slip out
Maybe then, you'll see what my pain is about
subliminal messages i have found over the yearsMy Youtube:
the cleveland show talks about hip hop and the illuminati:
subliminal message in show called halem groove:
proof of the illuminati:
cloudy with a chance of meatballs tells you to fight the power:
subliminal messages I found:
subliminal messages found in dilbert and drawn togehter the movie:
subliminal messages found in spongebob:
subliminal message in phineas and ferb!:
My subliminal messages folder on deviantart:
Dragon's Bane sneak..Silver metal gleaming bright
Lit by the sparks of heavenly fire
The stars so high
The sky so black
The knight clad in bronze
That cursed soul so dark
And black as the moonless night
And cold as the winder winds
He draweth the blade
So deadly and cold
To slay the dragon
So noble and bold
The Dragon’s Bane,
Cursed in the fires of the forge
Fires so bright
Lit by the dying spurts of flame
MaskThe mask you wear so no-one can see
The evil within that smothers thee
You portray to the world only goodness and kind
Behind closed doors the mask reveals what’s behind
The torment you bestow will surely one day
Catch up to you and tear the mask away
Exposed and vulnerable with nowhere to hide
When the real you is uncovered as the mask starts to slide
The abundance of layers that build up your mask
Only conceals the wrong-doings of your present and past
The love you portray is just a disguise
When all is uncovered, you’ll meet your demise
Your life of betrayal which you never own
Like a boomerang will hit you and you’ll be all alone
The lies, the deceit, the trail of despair
When the mask starts to crumble, you’ll be left standing bare
So heed my words, yes you in the mask
People already have questions to ask
You think you’re protected, but soon you’ll be found
And the mask you now wear will crash to the ground
Question, HereWhy does everything have to be this way?
Why can’t we root for each other,
and live for today?
There’s kids dying on the street
but we can’t come together
to save each other
every sister and brother
should get their due chance,
or as many as they need
to pull up their pants
and get their shit together.
If you ain’t got nothin’ nice to say
don’t say nothin’ at all,
didn’t your momma teach you
to love and accept,
maybe then we’ll all have some respect.
Root BeerDelicate ears;
with root beer in his hands,
walking towards his father's tombstone
on a hill and under an oak tree
where they used to stand,
he drank his bear
as his tears mixed with the alcohol
with no care at all,
he was crying
like a baby he was,
for he knew
that no one will ever scold him again
for drinking root beer for such a young age.
I am an artistI am an artist. I create worlds and characters. I give life to that which was never born, doesn't exist, and never will be. I do this all for the hope that one day, someone will look at my work and be moved by it. Moved to smile, to cry, to laugh. Let them feel the rush of emotions that came from a heard that will never exist, that will never be, that was never born. Let them love and cherish my work, so that one day it may live on long past the time when anyone remembers my name. Let that soal I made with a pencil and paper be the one who lives such a live that even I would be moved by their stories. I shall take my time, master this craft and fill the empty space with worlds upon worlds until time itself has little meaning and the dreams and hopes of the little few within these world s are shared by everyone who takes the time to glance their way and see this live. This, is what I do. I am an artist.
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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