For your pleasure,
I made a superficial me
I constructed something simple
so there could be a "we."
It was easy to pretend
because I wanted to believe
I could hide my cracks, my holes...
my needs... and my vulnerabilities.
But what is lost in the trade
between comfort and authenticity?
The price was too much to pay...
I found the cost... was me.
...in my entirity...
I abandoned free style dancing
for catious little steps.
I exchanged speaking my mind
for tightly holding my breath.
I went to bed at 10
instead of staying up all night
I gave in time and time again.
I lost my will to fight.
Like an unfinished poem
I'm still struggling with the rhyme
Trying to establish the rhythm and meaning
of my unwritten life.
The further in I go
The less certain of where I am.
The more my steps are planned
the less I'm sure of where I stand.
Take me to the spontaneous.
Reveal to me something new.
What mysteries are left inside myself?
What mysteries are left in you?
Be honest with yourself,
Even if it isn't easy
-especially if it hurts.
Its the only way to heal,
To learn, to grow.
It's your only hope.
You nurture sick feelings-
Clinging like bacteria to a wound
Never recovering or discovering change
You never venture from what you know.
You are the Mistress of Nothingness
Goddess of Empty Dreams
Neglecting how things are
Too concerned with how they seem.
Beauty is a hollow shell
but I miss it from my life.
There is a hole where it was cut out,
but its my hand that's holding the knife.
When you destroy all illusions
don't be surprised when there's nothing left.
When you find your spirit is empty,
cherish the delusions that you kept.
Racing and tracing your body
with every finger of mine
your kiss- a lingering perfection-
sweetly blows my mind.
Follow the temptation,
you feel, swimming in my eyes,
follow it deep into the night-
past my soft warm thighs.
Candy thighs,
and demented eyes,
what did you come here to see?
My wicked tongue
can be dangerous fun
when I want it to be.
In the stale air,
beneath the moon soft and fair
creatures lurk too free
But i can see in you
before the morning dew
you\'ll taste the blood of me.
I ignore the present
Forget the past
Its all the same
As nothing lasts
No truth to keep
to my heart
if it always ends
no need to start
nothing to change
that wont change back
nothing to give
that wont later lack
no fire kept
that wont burn out
nothing left
to write a poem about.
Receiving a rose,
what a joy that is this,
a tender sensuality,
when lips are applied to kiss.
It has a certain mystery,
in its blossum, stem, and leaf.
As it stands- so alone,
in angelic grief.
A rose has both sorrow and beauty
and as if they were the same.
Like being in love,
and then embracing-
all of its sweet pain.
And in the occuring of little time,
in just the passing of a couple days,
the pedals begin to fall,
and the flower begins its decay.
No less is it a ross
from a bud to its dwindling days,
it is a flower, of radiant power,
until it fades way.
I scribble words into my book
for only my eyes to see
Void of passion. Void of life.
I mourn who I used to be.
Digging deep into my soul
I seek answers in my heart
Finding only emptiness
I tear my soul apart.
Quietly I surrender
Everything I am
Strangely i suffer
damned by my own hands.
I burn as a dying ember,
dim, soft, and frail,
fading slowly on the ground
in the night's stale air.
stationed in the quiet emptiness of shadow, sweet still darkness lay all around me guarding me. my skin is too soft for the light. i\'m safe in my disclosure. clothes hang all around me, drape over me like gentle little ghosts keeping me company. my closet floor is a sanctuary unlike any other. cradled in the corner i find solice.
my eyes close and i think of you. stiff and confused. good and bad swirling in the space above my head. i can touch the air and feel something more.
depth and dimension. layer upon delicate layer. i\'m peeling. the more i find the less i know. the more the light the less that shows.
i\'m rising a
Such big words
for such a little man
you try to push my buttons
but you only guess at who i am
i think its time you take a step back
give it another thought
because i'm not thing kind of girl
who'll let you go when you get caught.
you don't know how dumb you sound
you're beginning to make me sick
walk away, before i crush,
your tiny little prick.
Operating System: caffine Shell of choice: sea Skin of choice: Soft Favourite cartoon character: Courage the Cowardly Dog and Batman Personal Quote: "Who knew a water cooler could make a handy wang coffin?"-- Bender, Futurama
Favourite Movies
Fight Club, matrix movies, kill bill 1+2, & I heart huckabies
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Beatles, Tool, Linkin Park, Hole, and Madonna...
Favourite Writers
Alexander Pope and Emily Dickenson
Favourite Games
Diablo II.
Favourite Gaming Platform
xbox. game cube. pc.
Other Interests
psychology, philosophy, movies, music, poetry, and doodling
I haven't been very active on here lately, it seems alot of people have lost interest in DeviantArt. I think I like the updated look, or maybe I just like it because its different. Regardless, its a welcomed change. I've joined the ranks of MySpace junkies like so many others. http://www.myspace.com/liliesandpan.
This morning I had alot of time to kill and I've had (and still have to) be very very quiet so I looked over every single deviation I've made in DA, and I checked out my friend's pages and things I've faved... and even though this site is pretty much dead nowadays and I've lost contact with most of the friends I made on here I still
I'm past feeling stir crazy, I'm now relaxing. :) I have job #2 lined up for when I graduate. I wrote the Gallup Organization asking if they had internships available in Dallas, and they said no, but we got to talking anyways and the lady said she wanted to have me full time and I should call her in January. Alrighty. :) The other job I have lined up is teaching at a community college. Both jobs will be available to me at the same time, but pay decently... but i'm much more interested in the Gallup Organization. It sounds more exciting to me, combining my love of politics with psychology. So yeah :) I've been just lazing around, reading, writ