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Rolling AroundRolling around in my very own hole.
Strolling uptown without a soul.
My home's a place I've never seen.
I've only known what I want to leave.
When I was born, they laid out traps
and today I'm not that great a catch.
The whole world's before me.
What do I do?
What I need's a way to escape the truth.
My only memory's of a bunch of bad days.
And since somebody told me that I'd be erased
I imagine a way to desecrate my face.
Things you've never heardI get high every night for my own well-being
and someone may have trouble believing
That I'll then read a book, or drive in my car
with infinite more ease than when you leave the bars.
I'll look for some food and take to my bed
while you're off forgetting things you barely just said
And tomorrow, you know, your head will pay
while I'm here getting just as stoned as today.
Maybe my words do falter a bit.
Maybe too often I don't give two shits.
But from it I have already learned
things, about which, you never have heard.
What I NoticedI noticed you look like you're upside-down
Mind if I help to rotate you around?
I don't have a home but I love to be nice
I'm scared of my soul and I hate my life.
I stare at you through five blind eyes
They never blink, but you'd be surprised
I think through them,
in their own way;
For when I look through them,
they've nothing to say.
Sign My PetitionI sit and make noises to take all my time
I'll waste my whole life making sentences rhyme
Sign my petition to end all thought
I'll only go fishing once one gets caught.
Let's forget everything we could've had.
Let's take anything that we can grab.
Let's not worry 'bout what's to come
'cause bein' a retard's just way too much fun:
My brain overwhelms itself in its indulgence
I'm in love with my obsessive compulsions
And all I've got is there to lose
'cause I don't care 'bout those I bruise.
'So sign my petition, it's to end all thought.
I think, I'll only go fishing once one gets caught.'
You can play dead...You can play dead, but don't look at me
You don't want me noticing that you can still breath
'cause it'll rattle my brain from off the top shelf
and you'll splatter insanity all over yourself
So please don't look me in the eye
Unless that's how you planned on dying
My optic nerve leads straight to my fists
'cause I'm feeling unsure about any of this
I'll run and hide 'till I forget why
Fall into myself 'till I get lost inside
Pretend to be a different guy
Who's living a million different lives
Goddamn it all, goddamn my health
Goddamn this system of creating wealth
Fuck paying rent and fuck taking orders
I can barely keep my head -
on my weak fucking shoulders.
I have four walls...I have four walls.
There goes my friend.
I have a headache
but I don't have a head.
My shoes are untied
and I am in love.
But I'm not wearing shoes
and I don't have a mind.
I pace the floor when I want fun.
I always crave more when I say I'm done.
But not today, 'cause today I win.
I've assumed the face that I will grow grew in.
So tag my lip and let me loose
Kick me with my only shoe
Abuse created the mind I'm in
And being has been my only sin
No such thing...No such thing as having bad luck
You've done it yourself, you miserable fuck!
Now lift your head and look around
No one stopped when you fell down
So drown your head in negative hell
If you want to nurse it back to health
Run until you're completely lost
Brush until you forget to floss
I'll find your teeth in a cardboard box
And save 'em for the Pentecost
My face went numb...My face went numb and I forgot my name
I swallowed my tongue then I shot out my brains
I fell on the floor and lay on the rug
You looked up and gave me a shrug
I bled myself dry but I still couldn't die
Dead in the mind, but somehow alive
I awake every day to hate my own life.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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