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a little broken
anger past restaint
highschooltime flys by
nobody looks you in the eye
i stare at them
they stare at you
a glare, a sideways glance
like trapped mice
these are our lives.
Achei stare at your picture, and i swear your eyes are staring back.
but instead of the joy you brought me, your gaze brings me back.
back to that day, back to the hour.
it replays in my head, i tell it to stop.
inside im screaming, i cant get past this block.
i close my eyes, holding back the tears.
your voice fills my head, an accusing fume.
you yell, and scream, inside i shy away hiding from the sound.
i listen to what i think you should have said.
to what my mind says is right.
i curl up, my arms holding myself tight.
my head filled with a fight between me and myself.
you'll win, your voice is right.
i open my eyes, your face is still there.
though you are not, it still raises my hair.
i blink once and you are gone, a figment of my imagination.
a daydream gone wrong.
i turn back to what i was doing, ignoring my heart.
ignoring the guilt.
like i should have done from the start.
CagedBrilliant wings locked up tight
No longer able to take flight
Colorfull minds gone black and white
Sweet Sing of Your SecretsDarkness befalls beautiful gardens pray tell your secrets;
How your blossoms grow
Deep and rich is the reddest rose; the thorns give deadly blows
Petals of blood sing to me drawing me in
Grasp tightens sweet red covering my hands
The darkness not tells of its glory
I feel no pain
Fallen nothing but darkness, and my garden
Drawing me deeper in subconscious letting go
My dear garden pray tell your secrets
How your blossoms grow
Flowers DelacasyGlass wings catch wind
playing with light
swiftly gliding through the air
drifting down to a rose
beware the thorns
Beauty Fallssurrounding pain in shadows
a dark lady falls quietly into the shadows; the folds of her gown cascading in waterfalls of velvet...
rivers of black trail down her porcelain face;
her mascara betray her emotions
no escape...endless sorrow and remorse
long stemmed rose at hand... beauty in simplest form
even beauty betray;
devilish thorns prick white gloved hands...
red anger seeping to the surface..
unseen in darkness... shadows fall...
MockingbirdSilenced cries trapped inside
Pressed against pale lips now bind
Peer through unseeing eyes
To the trauma that lay behind
Shattered mirrors reflect no past
Memories too good to last
Weak struggles to survive
Falls to the mockingbirds lullaby
Universe In My MindAn endless mind
To which it knows no limit
I escaped, leaving reality behind
In this new world, I no longer felt timid
The comets passing above head
The moon beneath where I stepped
To a world of imagination I fled
And among the stars I slept
I drifted away, to a universe of its own
Dreaming of the sun bathed in gold
Exploring further, I delved deep into the unknown
Seeking for what my imagination will behold
An infinite galaxy, I was a star among billions
Words painted a picture to my vision
I drifted to reality, left only with a gift worth giving
muddy sheepsuicide boys
unafraid of dying young
chain smoking vandals
waiting for a reason
trigger happy combustion
to tinder box hearts
half lidded and milky
behind burnt hands
counting on the cancer
running, always running
wrinkles and the like
delicate breast bone left ajar
Jack and JillWant to play a game?
Would you like to play a game with me?
Take off your coat and take the the reins,
And when I sob take what remains.
What once was sweet turned so bitter,
What once was bitter turned so drunk.
So goes what we forget and who would have thought,
That life can continue when the soul is gone.
Oh Baby, you know this is oh, so wrong!
Jack and Jill when up the hill
To fetch a bucket of water.
Jack killed Jill and tore her gown
And the hills were filled with laughter,
A sadistic laugh that no one noticed
And it took years to notice that Jill was gone.
I was lost
I was hidden and hindered,
Forgotten to be remembered,
Broken and bruised,
Lost and confused
Naked and alone, wandering the streets.
Just another one of society's casualties.
So forgive the theatrics
And forgive my dismay,
But my soul was left for dead
And my life did decay!
So play a game,
Just one or more...
Am I really the one
That you want to adore?
Dead EndYour warmth on a cold road
Spill some of that quick wit
To fix your flat hair
What’s one more split end?
A kind heart now spread thin
Same Old - Same OldEveryone faced
with an impossible life situation,
will constantly hear the same advice:
that success is all about attitude & motivation.
Just like true-believers
in snake oil & so-called 'alternative medicines'
can never be budged from their script:
'If you can believe it, you can achieve it!'
No matter what the actual reality of a situation is.
But when cracks appear
in that unbreakable façade
and they realise that ignoring
& denying the truth will only get them so far;
there's always the passive-aggressive
retreat position of:
'I think you forget how lucky you really are!'
But such an argument
is both weak & lazy
because no matter who you are
or what you do,
if you look around your community
or the world as a whole,
there's always someone else,
who's worse off than you.
& being made to feel guilty for all of your blessings,
isn't much of a motivation to try & succeed-
if anything, all it really does
is to make you feel worse;
and that your
so-called 'blessings' wer
step up!“step up! step up! hear da glass clink!”
blot out the world in the wake of a drink
“step up! step up! hear your lungs roar!”
free ‘em from your ribs forevermore
“step up! step up! no time to waste!”
leave ‘em behind, the lives which you’ve graced
“step up! step up! feel yer body adrift!”
was it fair your life ended, so quick ‘n so swift?
“step up! step up! a quick one-way cruise!
on da highway to hell, there’s no time to lose!”
Burning On the InsideAsk me just one little time,
Ask me how I feel.
Ask me how I'm doin'
Please ask me if I'm real.
I may not really show it.
I may not really care.
But if I'm truly honest,
And I am, I swear!
I really think
That all my thoughts
Are really chains
Around this box.
This box that I have made my home,
This fortress I have built.
To keep you all from finding out
My cause of grief and guilt.
I don't want to let you see that.
I couldn't bare the bitter shame!
Of my walls come crashing in,
For you to that I'm the same.
The same as all these other fools,
The same as him and her.
Because behind our fortress walls-
A human heart that burns.
It burns something brighter.
It burns for something true.
It burns for love and sacrifice
Burnt for me and you.
hab ich dich
der Eindruck täuscht
sollte ich dir
an einem guten Tag
ist es eher
in deinen Gebärden
das Echo des Ozeans
in deinem Puls
im leeren Raum
Sometimes You're HumanSometimes you can watch the news,
And see a million of your brothers die,
And hear a million of your sisters cry.
Sometimes you can look at passing cars,
To find one more suffering heart,
To listen to one more life tear apart.
Sometimes you can try and hope,
That this isn't a last breath,
That there is no more needless death.
Sometimes you can really see,
That you can trust in a thing called love,
That you can talk to someone above.
Sometimes you'll feel inside,
Every past drop of precursor's blood,
Every past speck of crafted mud.
Sometimes you can rise against,
Ideas that exist to burn and rage,
Ideas that cherish to bind and cage.
Sometimes you can turn away,
Just stand and turn the other cheek,
Just sit and deny them a right to speak.
Sometimes you can listen to a song,
Getting lost in rhythm and rhyme,
Getting drowned in thought and time.
Sometimes you can be a spark,
Able to spreads the plague of strife,
Able to help lift the throngs of life.
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