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A dark shadow looms over my head,
A dark hand gripps my heart,
A darker world awaits me,
A darker hope stands still,
If I open my eyes, will he be there?
If I open my eyes, will he kill me?
If I open my eyes, that shadow will come,
If I open my eyes, that darkness will kill me,
These wings are painful,
These dreams kill,
These hearts throb,
These wonds go deep,
Can you stop this pain?
These black wing kill me.
There is an unsung song,
There is an unsaid speech,
There is a path less taken,
There is a bird that flies away,
To a true exetent,
One can be free,
But to another,
There is a freedom in a warm welcome,
There is a freedom in a spoken word,
There is a freedom in an open door,
Everywhere you look,
A free bird flies away,
But they aren't free,
They never can be,
Freedom comes in a place,
Freedom is a place,
Freedom is a song,
Freedom is a path less taken,
But when you fly away,
There is something inside of you,
It will always be that home,
No matter how much a family may hate you,
No matter how many fights you get into with a sibling,
No matter how much you want to get away,
No matter how much you long to be alone,
True freedom comes in a house,
It may be in a small place that means alot,
But it's everywhere you feel welcome....
That is freedom,
That is my freedom,
A place to return to,
A place to call my home.
Walk Both WaysWe come from different walks of life,
We come from different cultures,
we all see differently from each other,
We are all diffrent,
But we are, stil, all the same,
We are all unique in our own way,
We are all loved by someone,
We are all united under one cause,
We are all individuals who think for themselves,
If we are to see without hate,
If we are to see without fear,
If we are to see without loneliness,
If we are to see without loath,
Then we can see with love,
Then we can see with joy,
Then we can see with hope,
Then we can see with care,
And we will walk both ways.
Good friends indeed,
Good times indeed,
There are all kinds of friends,
There are all kinds of memories,
There are all kinds of fun times,
But there is only one friend.
There can be times of joy,
There can be times of hate,
There can be times of love,
There can be times of sorrow,
But there's always someone standing beside me.
Sometimes it hurts,
Sometimes it dosen't,
Sometimes you can't feel it,
Sometimes you can't tell it's there,
But there's a friend who stands beside me,
No matter what.
Just My FriendIs it wrong?
All I need is a shoulder to cry on!
Why do they say it's always wrong?
Am I always wrong?
It's a friendship that can stand the test of time,
It's a friendship that can stand up in the storm,
But why do they say it's wrong?
But why do they say it's never going to last?
Are we always meant to be alone?
Are we all to walk this worl alone?
Are we yet to discover the meaning of friends?
Can't this world just be the way it is?
With no fear of loss,
With no hate of the evil,
With no love for everyone else?
Is it destined to be that we walk alone?
Following no one,
Charting our own path,
With no shoulder to cry on?
Is it meant?
Or is it never to be tested?
This world of danger,
This world of beauty,
All of it is simple and blissful,
But why does a friendship like ours,
Need to be tested so roughly?
We are, even now,
Just friends who wish to remain so,
No matter what the weather,
He will be my shoulder I cry upon,
And I will stand as his wall,
To guard him from the storms o
Come What MayI remember when I was small,
I remember just how much he cared,
I remember how warm he was,
But it's all gone and faded now,
His heart was gentle and warm,
His hands were always so large,
His laugh was always so bold,
But it's fadding away now,
His young and cheery face,
His vibrant love for me and my siblings,
His adoring voice,
His precious words,
They are all fading into the abyss of time,
I won't ever remember them again,
I won't ever be able to go back,
I won't ever see him happy again,
I won't ever be what he wants me to be,
But no matter how much time wears us down,
No matter how much the world rejects it,
No matter what,
I will always remember,
I will remember what he told me,
When I was small,
"Even if time forgets me,
I will remain immortal in your memory,
Come what may."
A Rose To My Stepmother
Although you weren't always there,
Although you couldn't see my birth,
Your still my mom,
No matter what the world says!
I waited so long to say anything,
Even something that I think isn't important,
And you were still kind-hearted,
Even if I'm a pain in the rear most of the time,
But every time I fall down,
Every time I fail,
Every time I screw things up so much,
You still held out your warm hands,
Picked me up,
And pushed me forward....
When I look back now,
Through the fights,
Through the flames of anger,
Through the rage we both felt,
I can see,
I can feel,
All that warmth in you heart,
Your rose of kindness,
Now let me return the favor to you,
My beloved mother,
Even if you aren't my biological mother,
Just remember that you touched my life,
Much more than my mom did,
And enlightened me to the world I'd lost,
So thank you, mom,
You are my stepmom,
But I still love you!
And this is....
A ROSE FOR MY STEPMOM
"All I am or hope to be I owe to my angel mother." ~ Abraham Lincoln
If you see a knight,
Dose it mean he's a good knight?
If you see a kind heart,
Is are you always going to get off to a good start?
If you hear the sounds of kindness,
Dose it mean you a huntress?
There are things that will never be seen,
Things that will never be heard,
I know it's a sin,
Sometimes, it's hard to hear a sin that's never heard,
A knight will not always be a prince,
A knight can also be a fence,
Sometimes, a fence will never break,
Sometthings will never shake,
When they won't shake off,
Just remember to shut the lights off,
Then it will forever dissapear,
Into a never ending sky of blue,
The memories will cut like a spear,
It's a blue and red hue,
This is the darkness of a real knight,
No real knight can be their real heart.
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