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EarthClouds pass by,
I wounder at their beauty.
The Earth is a wonderous place.
It's full of beauty and wonder.
Snow lays undisturbed all around,
what a glorios sight.
My heart soars at the breathtaking beauty all around me.
The Earth is a wonderous place.
DreamI close my eyes,
I dream of how things were.
I dream of white Christmas'.
I dream of my childhood.
I dream of life before responsiblity.
Then before I know it,
the alarm brings me back.
Back to how things are.
Back to green christmas'.
Back to adulthood.
Back to responsiblity.
Back to reality.
HimHis hand finds mine.
A smile spreads across my face.
I feel light and happy.
My world feels complete.
He looks at me and smiles.
My heart soars.
We start walking,
and nothing else matters.
We reach our destination,
and my heart drops.
We must part now.
He leans down and kisses my cheek.
My heart lifts once more.
As I walk away my heart sinks,
grownded tell I see him once more.
WhirlwindMy life is a whirlwind.
Confliting thoughts and emotions swirl around me.
I can't make sense of them.
I try and fail to grasp them.
I'm traped in the whirlwind.
There's no way out.
I can't please everyone.
I'm traped in the whirlwind.
Someone stop the swirling thoughts.
Stop the whirlwind.
I am an IndividualRandom thoughts flash through my head,
I don't understand the world around me.
Since when did my life fall into a routine?
Why can't I break away?
The world tells me it's wrong to be different.
I don't think so.
I am different.
I broke away from the world.
I am an individual.
I feel trapedI feel traped.
The walls around me feel like a prison.
I feel the weight of invisible chains,
the bind me to a place I don't want to be.
The chains get heavier every time I try to be myself.
Why can't I be free?
Why does my home feel like a prison?
Who will set me free?
I am confusedI look at the world through confused eyes.
Why are people always trying to be better the someone else?
Why are our entire lives a contest?
I am confused.
Why do we only see our faults and not our strengths?
Why can't we just get along?
Why are humans such hipercrits?
Why do I see the world through eyes?
You tell me.
The Spirit of GodThe spirit of God feels so good,
I welcome the feeling of gladness that enters my heart,
as the calmness washes over me, my worries melt away.
I feel invisible arms around me.
I feel his love.
I am a child of God and he loves me.
That knowledge brings me joy.
I enjoy being a daughter of God.
The spirit of God feels so good.
I feelI feel so alone,
where are the loving arms around me?
I feel trapped,
who will let me out of my cage?
I feel confused,
why can't I be who I want to be?
I also feel lucky.
My friends wrap their loving arms around me,
my friends unlock my cage,
my friends let me be who I want to be.
I feel blessed,
to have such amazing friends.
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
a love poemlike a dictionary ripe
with salted, sun spotted
words that emanate power
and splendor, i am unable
to describe you.
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
to nurse doe (whom we all know) i watched her
blood orange heart
cleanse and suture
old bullet wounds and
new bouts of lilacs,
lime, and blue
her alcohol and aloe
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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