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Writing It All DownI believe in driving barefoot, driving alone, driving down old dusty
backroads and pulling over when you find something interesting.
I believe in always carrying a camera and a pen. I believe that love
means death and I believe in writing it all down. I believe I'm
hollow inside – I believe everything that comes out of my mouth is
nothing more than the brontide of all the stones I've swallowed. I
believe the world will end on a sunny day and I believe that I will
end up wasting it on Algebra homework. I believe one day my best
friend will reach his goals and I believe it will be everything he
never wanted. I don't believe I'll ever get what I want because it
isn't something I can earn. I believe we all die alone. I believe in
origami stars, I believe in battered old top hats, in sunsets and the
prickle of paresthesia. I believe the Beatles are overrated, and I
believe I'll get hell for saying that. I believe I'll never get over
dysania. I believe in that too-loud thump at the bo
Before I DieDear World.
I am dying. I can feel every little bit of me disappear slowly, like beautiful bright marbles disappearing into an abyss. They had told me the darkness would consume me. I never thought that I would see myself fall so soon. I had...so many dreams. So many aspirations. I was going to sing, you see, I wanted to make the world smile. I was going to dance with my own Prince Charming. I was going to write books that made the whole world think.
I was supposed to be wonderful. I was supposed to be strong. Instead I am going to die.
I am going to die. Every part of me will perish. My voice will become hoarse. My eyes will lose their sight. My feet will be too tired to move.
But I have something to say. Even if it isn't a book. Or something that would make the world think. It would mean something to the people I love. And they're all I have.
Mom. I'm sorry. You gave me my world. And now I have to return it to you. I never wanted to go before you. I never wanted you to see me this wa
BeautyThere is beauty in sadness;
In pain, in despair;
There is beauty in the tears that we cry.
There is beauty in madness;
In chaos, in confusion;
There is beauty in the voice in our minds.
There is beauty in stillness;
In quiet, in silence;
There is beauty in the words we need not say.
There is beauty in blindness;
In the dark, in void;
There is beauty in the things we'll never know.
There is beauty in lightness;
In laughter, in joy;
There is beauty in each and every smile.
There is beauty in sparseness;
In the empty, in the gaps;
There is beauty when nothing else is there.
GorgeousYou don't think you're attractive.
This is hard to believe.
When I say that you're beautiful you just get up and leave.
I don't think that you,
Understand what I mean.
When I say that you are the cutest thing ever seen.
You may not believe me,
But when I think of your face.
It is a memory I would never erase.
You're drop dead gorgeous,
But you think it's a lie.
After all this time I still don't know why.
How could you ever think,
You were less than amazing.
To tell you the truth I just can't stop gazing.
You're truly are beautiful.
And this I swear.
Lying to you is something I wouldn't dare.
If you don't believe me,
Just look in your mirror.
The evidence there can't get much clearer.
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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