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Identityintention never went far
down the road at the
end but then again it
never did in its youth either
through the years its only
idea of excitement was the
thought of maybe being
young again in the future
circus of sanctitycommunity overcome by
roaring through the
commerce neighbourhoods in
urbanias down town area
slowly stating truths as lies
offenders bleached into rays of blue
forced to live amongst shadows
sanity slipps away as the mind
asumes memory as all we've got
noticing nothing but the
calculated risks of the end
tourmented by formal
indifferences backed by
timeless thoughts of lost
youth that once was...
defenselesstrembling you caress the
hopelessness caused by too many
surrounded as your soul
opens up to different truths of
never given the freedom to
dwell and choose amongst the wild
fall to your knees
after what feels like an eternity you
softly gather your thoughts as your mind
strays off yet again with
effortless lightness and phenomenal speed
running rapidly into the deep forest of memories
towards the light, a window of happiness
in a cabin of despair
vulnerable you complete the seemingly
endless journey of the day as
dynamic colours loops out of reach
entangled in shadows liberated
from any formal structure and you
erase all emotions but
never fail to see the
significant beauty of
even the smallest things in
evening brings light from a
sleepless you welcome the
nights cold as it
embraces your mind
solemnly the future falls into utter
... breathe in and smile
to draw a linetimeless motion in the direction of
optimism grabs me by surprise as I
dream of long gone futures
raging forward into the past
always venturing into the rather
wild parts of my subconcious
after eternity we will be
leaving for the stars in
interesting fashion with really
no time to waste on our seemingly
a slight flutteraroused by the moment we
smile... letting go of our fears
laying down our soulshields as we
invites the future to our past
growing long shadows of memories while we
hurl the remaining pieces into another
flying low with childhood heroes
leaving nothing behind but
untold lies we hurry happily further back in
towards the beginning of all, the
end of the world as they knew it as we all
rise and fall in beautiful asymmetry
roses and thornes
although sweet as the
in summers bloom
eternity linger in the golden
nowhere called future
awaits every corner turned
never ending the
divided truth as
youth falls behind ... waving its ´bon voyage!´
the peculiarities of life
Endlessly... we fall...
cognetive strenght as we
endeavor the practice of
never looking back...
reaching out for
intricate parts of reality...
concerned... we fall...
Positive emotions dance happily
as morning mist turns into droplets that
run down the side of your face like tears
and I rejoice while we
high as can be,
up into the sky, over the clouds - over the sea
time slows down... stops...
endlessly... we fly!
Freefalling ... waiting for the wacky 'chute to open
Falling further and further away from the ground
silently ... without a sound ... we rise
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
Panic attackIt hits me like a wave,
These thoughts of fear and regret.
They swarm all around me,
Trapping me inside my own head.
Pretty soon, I am suffocating,
Please someone save me!
My heart beat races,
As does the thoughts that pick up the pace.
Of sending me memories I've kept and buried so long inside.
They've come back to haunt me tonight.
And as soon as it came,
It was gone,
Leaving me here.
And what was left of me,
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
my bedspread is white and so is my coffin.i can feel
the night closing
the stars are breaking
empty glass bottles
inside of my
mouth, and they taste like
ambien. bitter, then
but you still can't close your fucking eyes
little blue pills for
eyes– it was winter and i
dreams of nothing more than
nothing. the devil
tied chains around all the
vessels in my
body. laughed, and by god i
laughed too (and laughedandlaughedandlaughed).
this will all be over soon i swear i will take everything off your skin and bones and burn it up
and then january took the world
in it's grip and i
drowned in the snow that
will never hydrate the
can you hear that it's the night and it's so beautiful so come here darling and we'll watch the sun rise and set and rise and
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