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She asked me "Do you love me?"
To which i replied "Definitely"
She then got ready, ready to ask more
I simply smiled, ready for the questions she had in store
"What if i left you for some other guy?"
"I'd fight to get you back, but before that, cry"
"What if i see this relationship going nowhere?"
"Love is a safe haven, and i'll take you there"
"What if you fall in love with another girl?"
"Impossible, you're my entire world"
"What if you grow tired of me?"
"That is a future i do not see"
"What if i leave you in the friend zone?"
"It's better to be a friend that to be alone"
She had one more question
And i had an answer, giving it my full attention
"All the questions i just asked, what if any of them came true, what would you do?"
I smiled again and looked her in the eyes and said "There's no ifs when it comes to you"
I was brought to war by force
A path that I didn’t want to take course
but why was I forced to go to war?
What are we even fighting for?
Violence to me is not right
Do we need guns to settle the fight?
We should negotiate, just talk
Instead of having lives in deadlock
Without war, maybe we’d live in a more peaceful place
Maybe that’d brings smiles to everyone’s face
The Cutie Mark Crusaders! : A Spoken Word Poem The Cutie Mark Crusaders! : A Spoken Word Poem
That's it! Today's the day, the day we get our cutie marks in... sushi making! Cutie Mark Crusaders away!
Three little fillies out adventuring to get their cutie marks, but when will they learn?
It's not something you get but something you earn.
Leader of the group, young Apple Bloom, who wants her cutie mark really, really soon, but in runs in the family to be the last one in your class...
How do you like them apples?
Melodic Sweetie Belle, with a voice so swell. Enough said.
Tompony Scootaloo, full of energy, but not a chicken, are you?
With dreams of beling like Rainbow Dash, she'll be able to touch the sky one day.
Let's not forget the 4th member...
Oh, Babs Seed, Babs Seed
Friends is just all you need.
These are the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and they won't ever stop the journey, not until they get their cutie marks!
TerrifiedThere is agony all around me and I am terrified by my own self in the mirror, I fought with fire only to
Know to look down and see that I got burned turning thus into ashes, and I know my worries are now
Sly puffs scurrying about as they glide through the cracks of the floor, maybe in the end I will get lost
With them and sink into the lowest part of the earth, but then maybe angelic souls will be able to find
Me, and redeem me from my relevant streams of immorality, thus satisfying what I came here to find
Because in this world it is hard to tell…..
How I SpeakPoetry is how I speak.
My communication is weak.
Sorry if I don't talk back.
Social skills I do lack.
No understanding of what to say.
Dealing with it everyday.
So when I just say nothing,
It doesn't mean anything.
What to say I'm not sure.
My short responses do bore.
Only understood when I write.
A difference of day and night.
Take this as my apology.
It's not you. It really is me.
A Blinded WorldDo they not see how much we have in common?
You and I have fallen greater than six feet
We are crushed by the weight of the graves we’ve encountered
And the loneliness that overwhelms us
This world is blind
Blinder than world engulfed by darkness
But yet I see you and how much you do not acknowledge this
You have witnessed bloodshed on your hands
And the corpse thrown at your feet
Those words you said were the very daggers that killed him
And now you say there is no other living person who can understand this
You are blinded by ignorance
Blinder than I am when I thought love approached me
And yet you see me without loving parents embracing me
I may not have had blood splattered upon my body
From the words that were never meant to be a poison
But a corpse was laid before me with ivory sheets beneath her
I was thrown under the bus by life itself and ran over
I am blinded by false hope
As blind as the world
But yet I still see what we have in common
Flooded by s
What should she do?What do I see?
A girl weeping in a corner...
She is hugging herself...
Crying in the most hurtful silence...
Why is she crying?
Because she feels lonely...
What a nonsense...
What should she do?
Everything except give up...
Smile at the problems...
That somebody died?
Be happy for having the chance to know him or her...
That somebody betrayed you?
They will lost you..
That you feels alone?
You will find someone...
Do you get it?
Yes, I do...
So, tell that girl in front of you to stand up...
To not give up...
To gaze forward...
If she does... She will look at you...
And you will look at her...
Tell yourself those things...
And walk away from the mirror...
Plea from the DyingDays into years, I have wasted too much time locked away in pains delight, an innocent soul now lost
Into the wonders of dreams, only now a dying specter enveloped in the mists of phantoms light, tucked
Away to succumb to the shadows, which haunts my soul in this weary dimension, why do you torment
Me now as I am but asleep, but oh how your unsoundness of fun, has turned to mere insanity, which in
Time I am sure will haunt you, and come to remember me, for you have cut off my hopes and dreams,
For I will invade your dreams, can you but open your eyes and see that you have closed a door that will
Never open, for I am gone and shall never return….
Imaginary FriendCloaked with prowling imagination, of which consumes me with every waking moment, laughed upon
For longing illusions brought out by pure innocent amusement, what nothingness to the eye is but a jar
Of enclosed fascination to those at present, what comes and goes is yet believed to be swallowed lost
Foolishness, to such nonsense longs to await my soul, for sorrow after sorrow brings nothing but longing
Whims of pain, and then comes forth out of my dreams my whimsical friend, so fictitious and strange
But as real and energetic as to touch our pound of flesh, now but a memory locked away in the dimness
Of childhood, oh how I wish to bring my misapprehended companion back again……
The Day I Never Saw You AgainThere were days we used to play together
There were days that used to last forever
It was just you and I
For the rest of our lives
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
We had each other, that was all
And that was how it was meant to be
Light and shadow, rain and sun
We would always be as one
And that was how it was meant to be
But one day you weren't there
You were much too far away
There were nights we used to stay up late
There were nights that memories would make
It was you and me
For an eternity
Wind and snowfall, rain and shine
I was yours and you were mine
And that was how it was meant to last
Voice and echo, body and soul
We would always be a whole
And that's how it was meant to last
But one day you weren't there
You were much too far away
I don't remember why we grew apart
I can't tell you how, I don't know when
It was somewhere between the last time I saw you
And the day I never saw you again
Our moments together
That lasted forever
I wish I knew why
But I can't remember...
Crashing WavesIt was here that you told me of my faults
It was here you fell to your knees and told me you no longer wanted us
Your words have shoved me further below than you think
I’m on the edge and ready to dive off
Into the crashing waves
The love that you had shown me
Now is a fragment of a drowning emotion
I would rather inhale water than have my growing hate strangle me
It was your fault to have hypnotized me
With a world I was promised I would receive
Yet, I stand here without a single thing in my name
My name no longer belongs to me
For you have already taken it
Your words have trapped me on this edge
Before the crashing waves
I’m ready to dive off, though
And let my suicide be a lesson taught
That you don’t mess with a girl, who has a broken heart
For we are blind and need guidance
Around a world that is never kind to us
Let my open arms symbolize
The final hug I’ll ever give
Not to you, but to Death
For he has never left my side and he will continue to be here
I Will Die For YouI Will Die For You
I will die for you. I will stand by you for as long as my heart sings to you.
My life will forever be linked to yours as long as you love me.
Oh for so long I craved for your company again.
How much I wished to go back and live the life we shared.
Where you took my hand and shared your warmth.
And even if you left me now, I will never leave your side.
While your beautiful colors fade, I'll be here.
I will take any bullet from any enemy and protect you from any murderer.
Even when your chains pull me down I know you'll need me too.
With fears of you letting go of our precious broken past and forgetting my pleads.
I still reach my hands to you and wait.
Wait until the our last words are spoken and you finally see my blood spill.
And see that I was always there to hold you.
And one day we will embrace each other once more.
Simon and Marcy: An Adventure Time Poem Simon and Marcy: An Adventure Time Poem
Hey Marceline, in this world, it's just me and you
Torn apart by the Mushroom War, what do we do?
Hey Simon, I'm so glad you were always by my side
Without you, I probably wouldn't have survived
You always helped whenever I was feeling down
So, whatever you do, don't put on that crown!
The crown, it changes who you are
Distances me from you, and you go very far
Please Marceline, forgive me for what I'm about to do
Just remember that I will always love you...
Hey Marceline, I know this world is hard for you to see
I need to save you..., but who's going to save me?
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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