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I Knew I Knew
You looked from afar with a casting gaze ,
Someone with intent , who would truly amaze.
The look of emotion that struck a soft heart ,
Not knowing , or caring ,or wishing to part.
The smile on your face , so haunted my soul,
When you walked out the room, did you have to go.
Time passed on bye , but all thoughts still of you ,
Your face in my mind , those eyes, clear and true .
Not knowing if feelings , or moments felt right,
You stood in the doorway , and held me so Tight .
Written by Doodles 23 /02 /2014 
When I close My Eyes When I Close My Eyes
When I close my dark eyes, the world it just sleeps ,
Sounds and emotions making me weep .
Dark shadows of life, walk into my mind ,
The sweet memories of you are so lovely and kind .
Hearing the sounds of the runaway rain ,
Reminds me of times when our love felt like pain .
Bright light passes over , and shoots past my eyes ,
The morning is crawling back into our lives .
Soft breathing seems distant , and yet it's so near ,
Your love is so healing , it wakens a tear .
Written by Doodles 05 /10 /2013 
Waiting For Spring Waiting For Spring
Over the hill the sky looks cold ,
Winter is weary and getting old .
The flowers struggle to make a smile ,
Winter is has decided to stay for awhile .
The birds are crying and scratching for food ,
Winter is steadfast , and in a bad mood .
The sky breaks open , and Sun does appear ,
Spring looks like teasing us ,we all shed a tear .
Tree buds start bursting ,the lambs show delight ,
When Angels care to dance , on life we take a chance ,
Try what we think is true , and risk all like a fool .
When Angels sleep to rest , our life remains a test ,
On trusting what is just, and who that we can trust .
When Angels touch our hearts, in life we must depart,
In knowledge that we know ,our journey soon will grow .
When Angels choose to leave , it's time for us to grieve ,
Our time on earth is done , and loved ones will be numb.
Written by Doodles 07 /02 /2013 
Did you ever find an answer,
At the end of the night ,
Why people can't say sorry ,
Love is hard to fight .
Did you ever start to wonder ,
At the breaking of the day ,
Why people hurt , the hurting ,
Love is hard to say .
Did you ever ask the question ,
At the setting of the sun ,
Why people , they need people ,
Love cannot run .
Dream Time Dream Time
Does time stand still ,when we go to sleep ?
And love holds it's voice ,
Do the Angels watch, to see me weep ,
When my heart stops, through choice.
Does time stand still , as we close our eyes ?
And love holds it's kiss ,
Do the Angels watch, and feel me cry ,
When my soul feels pain, like this !
Does time stand still ,when I hold you close ?
And love makes us one,
Do the Angels watch, and feel our pulse ,
When our minds dreams, are done .
Written by Doodles 23 /04 /2012 
Mystic Light Mystic Light
Through deepened mist the light took shape,
Dark shadows crept upon the ground .
Above the stars seemed close , yet still ,
The air breezed little sound .
An owl spoke out above the moon ,
The cries were sharp and clear ,
Deep down across the forest floor ,
This strange light came so near .
It shone so bright it scorched the night ,
Leaving a sense of wonder ,
A Mystic pulse , was felt so faint ,
Did Angels pass , to ponder .
Written by Doodles 19 /02 /2012 
Look Beyond Look Beyond
Last year it seemed to wander by , the days where lost forever,
The drudge of everyday life ,dragged on with so much bother .
New Year sparked in , with life , enlightened to a flower ,
Seeding ideas and hopes , of energy , and power .
A freshness floated on the wind , of happiness and fun ,
People gathered round in crowds , dancing like the sun .
Is this a dream I hear you ask , for this I have not seen ,
Look positive into your life , and all will be revealed .
Written by Doodles 19/02/2012
Is it clear to you , when I sleep at night ,
That the Angels might just smile .
Is it clear to you ,when I scream or shout ,
That the Angels also frown .
Is it clear to you ,as I hold your hand ,
That the Angels hold their breath ,
Is it clear to you , when I touch your face ,
That the Angels touch our hearts .
Is it clear to you , that this love is true ,
That the Angels played a part ,
Is it clear to you , as I tell you this ,
That our Angels will not part .
Written by Doodles for Viv 03 /11 /2011 
Dishonest I amDishonesty has been, in words apt for it, described
as a fail of etiquettes, of ethics, of manners inscribed.
For to be honest, is to speak of the heart through one's own mind;
to untie the chains that so exaggeratingly bind.
But when I feel pain, or sorrow, or happiness, I set my quill down,
for me to compose an orchestra of truth, in which I myself drown.
However, so cursed is the quill, for it yields to my mind, not heart
what it wishes to produce, is not a recreation of emotions, but an art.
I have tried, again and yet again, to teach it what art is, to coax
yet listens not - stubborn quill, it believes my words are a hoax!
Thus all I create are analogies, replications of my mind
pieces, shards of a broken glass case in which I’m confined.
I envy those, whose quills listen to their heart’s sound plea
They are honest and free, a mere abstraction for me.
Thus forgive me those, who are people of trust and respect
for I am a man with the noose of dishonesty around my neck.
A diffcult rescue prequel 2地狱般的营救前传之伊莎贝拉篇——烈焰天使陨落
An Island... For The Lost
my ship crashed
on the 3rd island
from the sun. i'm
lost and with-out
a reason to live...
this is my calendar
i am writing my
1st journal entry:
My first day on
i'm already stressed
ill and discouraged!
with little water
to thirst for and
little food to eat.
i am afraid to think
what will happen
when i get hungry?
i don't even have
to sleep. when i get
sleepy i wont be
able to act normal,
instead of making
a bed i'll be crawling
up like some animal.
unless, of course,
someone sees my
flare. i am lost on
an island, is there
anyone out there?
am i the only one
here? i don't see it,
how can there be
a forest on this
island without any
body to take care
of it? i'm not alone
on this island.
*a tribe sings*
deep sounds of
has been picked
up by the winds
of the island,
with the sound of
and yodeling, it
was as if there
was a speaker
inside of the wind.
WelcomedHands as Ice, Heart as steel
Every night the same.
Bland as lies, Dart past "real"
I want to see a name.
Maybe now or maybe then
I'll wake up from this nightmare.
Save me how? Or lay me dead.
I'll take a better sight there.
Clocks, Ticking, Growing, Ageing.Clocks, time, sand.
When did I last hold
When did we last see
Ticking, noise, slow.
When did I last feel this
Or was I ever happy?
Did I always talk like
Or do I even have a
Growing, loving, racing.
Do we even know where
Is there a place outside
Or are we stuck in spaces?
Ageing, crawling, dying.
Is there a reason to my sighing?
Did I ever really suffer?
Or did I ever really love?
Did I ever hear death's calling?
Or was I ever born?
A diffcult rescue prequel 7“怎么？不想把脚抽回去吗？那我不客气了。”苏娜按了一下靴子上一个开关，艾娃感觉右脚脚心一凉。“喂，你又对我做了什。啊！！”艾娃右脚涌泉穴附近突然像被手指挠了一下，不像是痒靴启动的感觉，因为触感十分明显。“难道。。。鞋底没有了？！可是脚趾。。。”艾娃因
A diffcult rescue 8第六话 逃出升天
The Void As We Know ItJust give me some more time
I'm coming for you soon.
I'm running until the sky turns
From gray, to black, to blue.
I can almost hear you
Wishing for a friend-
But once I reach you
We won't have to play pretend.
Our meeting; by chance
I understood at a glance.
That I would follow you
Over the expanse.
And now you're gone;
To somewhere far away.
Just a bit longer
I wish you could have stayed.
For just a day, I could have
Brought you the wonders I know.
We could have watched the clouds
Put on a final show.
But it's okay,
It's going to be fine.
To keep your smile
I'll throw away mine.
The truth can be a mystery ,
In the lies that we say ,
Self gain becomes our majesty ,
When greed becomes its slave .
Our faith we can manipulate ,
In the way that suits yourself ,
The pain becomes desensitised ,
When Gods put on the shelf .
Feelings we have not many ,
In the passions of the heart ,
The quicker it is over ,
When drink plays a part .
These lessons we must learn ,
In the light of the day ,
The World is truly Beautiful ,
When Love comes to stay .
Written by Doodles 20 /10 /2012 
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