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Heartbeats.If I am not human then let this body be a vessel
to channel the left over love
And if my heart beat not for you
shall my carcass float along in the lonely seas of hell.
Because if I am not human and I am not alive for you
Then may my heart slow to a darker silence of inhumanity.
Tens of thousendsAmongst the broken hearts and misguided smiles you stood; as a human, composed and content. The light of 10000 stars pricked your pretty eyes, and for a moment in time my heart began to rebuild, my hands began to shake and I became alive once more.
The breeze of gentle realisation broke the spell of which id created for hope and longing and peace of mind. The pain itself would darken the world and tarnish the dawn and yet still I let my eyes flutter open to see the dream of which id lived not 10000 stars ago.
Beneath the hill of stolen sights, on which you rested feather light
The sparks of tormented souls gave up and exploded into the night
How much the spring can changeI sat alone on the broken bridge to daylight, swinging my legs like a impatient child in a supermarket full of edgy adults in grey suits. Re-making old films in my head were the heroine stays in town and the hero doesnt die in such a tragic fashion.
Beside me you sat, eyes closed deep in silent thought. Though I would never admit it at that second I believed in angles, god and a future for me. Seven months latter I dreamt of blood and horror and a city full of broken glass. How much the spring can change one person.
It was strange you know, I always thought this moment would be more painful than losing you. I imagined tears and knowing what to say.
Now I sit here all along alone in what I thought to be an afterthought of yesterday
Oh how much the spring can change one person with its sinful light of sunlight.
Gougou.We chased the sunlight to the end of Aristotles world
dragging behind us the darkness of night
with our arms raised high we dove into the abyss of the fire,
burning in the bliss of belonging
reunited at last in this shell of our own happiness
we completed the theorem on the alignment of stars and love
together we were a soul at very best
We waited until your god answered us,
I spent years trying to explain to you
why my cynical words never lead to anything more
than chemical equations and stale dusty books.
(to be honest i would give anything to have had your faith)
We spent years trying to unravel a fools paradise
Sitting on the wall between midnight and dawn
toying with the strings of fate and death.
daisy dust.Youd crush a flower beneath your fingers
Id call it daisy dust ;blow it into the wind
And id hope it fixed itself along the way
Seven months ago you slept, on a bed of freedom and answers
And you slept and you slept as the seasons flicked over channels
Its spring exactly seven months today and new life begins
I sit amongst the daffodils and press my fingers around the buds
Their yellow hearts explode beneath my palm, and I blow their remains to the wind
The next year I walk along the bank to see the new daffodils escape from beneath the soil, before I fall to me knees six yellow petals fly beyond my grasp.
All around the winds scream at my self control
I stand four steps away from you
Everything is so clear above everyone, I can almost hear your voice again
This fresh stab of pain burns my wrists as I re read your name
Your flowers fall to our feet, re-cycled to the earth.
SkinWe could pull off our skin
examine the similarities
We could throw away our masks
Forget our rage for today
You have escaped heavens air
But still you choke in midnight
We have spoken, argued
And all that remains is ash
I have cried, I have grieved
But the wound is still fresh
The irony of summer aches
It grabs me and it pulses
But it knows not what it has stolen
My pain is my heart
And I feel it throb through seconds
If I were cast into ageless sleep
I wouldnt ask god to see your face as I rest
I would pray when i woke it was all a dream
Cold Hands, Warm HeartYou spent the day telling me
That I'm hot when I'm cold,
That I look pretty with my hair wet,
That I'm fast in water,
That I'm your little fishy,
As I sped through the river's current.
You cuddled me, hugged me,
I'm finally sure you love me,
And yet I manage to push you away.
You know my hands are freezing cold,
Did I warn you that my heart's the same?
Cold hands, warm heart, I've been told,
I guess for me, it's not the same.
I didn't believe in angels until I met you,
I know you're one.
But not the kind with wings or halos.
Your aura is woven with beams from the sun,
Yet I'm a dark creature, dwelling in shadows.
I'm sorry I got mad at you for a stupid little thing,
And I know my words sting.
I know my hands are freezing, and my heart's the same.
But I love you with a passion, and in my heart is a flame.
you tasted like mintI remember the way you stared into my eyes
in the front seat of your car.
Our favorite song was playing on the radio
and you were driving me home in the rain
because I didn't have anyone else who could give me a ride.
You parked your car in my drive way
and we watched the rain drops race down the windshield.
You had kissed me goodbye before I got out
and I waved as you drove away.
And for a while, it seemed like I couldn't get the taste
of your minty lips out of my mouth.
Sorry Only Says So MuchThere is a particular tension in the halls of a high school.
The eyes of two young souls meet-
Two lost souls.
One was broken beyond repair, with scars that would make the eyes of the strongest man drool.
One was the one who made that feet.
Two rotten souls.
When they see each other,
They both- at the very least the culprit-one- contort their chests.
They avert there eyes and their hearts drop.
It's like they want to cry from the pain,
But also from the joy of the past all over again.
Now the evil one,
The one who gave the other so much pain,
Stays up at night, torturing herself,
Clinging to torn pictures and rotten petals,
Listening to old songs and reading through old messages,
Regretting the past.
She knows she can't change what she's done.
She knows there won't be a reset this time.
It's just the most painful thought in her mind.
She wonders if the other ever thinks the same.
She wonders if the other ever utters her name.
There isn't much else she can do now to begin a friendship,
SempiternalShe says that
love is like a rose bush,
once you're caught
in its embrace
there is no escaping
for if you try to escape,
the thorns will catch you and
only hurt you more.
She says she will never try to escape from their rose bush.
He makes his vows with another.
The cake is set, the moon is lit,
They found her in a rose bush,
blood flowing out like a river.
Drowned in his love, forevermore.
jawlinesher name was Jules-short-for-Julianne and she tasted of the grape gum that comes in packs of eight, the kind tucked away on the shelf at the Grocery & Gifts on 21st and Hawthorne,
and I didn’t know I was supposed to close my eyes.
she traced my spine with her teeth (I figure now she was trying to crack it open, let my marrow spill over her lips)
the stars leaning in when we kissed looked like rice, honest, not wishes or dreams or satellites,
two girls collided on a sidewalk, boots drenched in gasoline puddles that glistened scarlet aquamarine gold, trying to find something with their tongues
but we fooled nobody.
Ever Contemplating I have so many options,
but at the same time,
I have none.
As much as I wanna leave,
I think I might have to stay
right where I am.
someday it will happen:
we'll be on our own
you just have to wait.
I have to finish some things
before we can start:
before we can disappear
and live in our little shack
by the beach in paradise
with just enough to get by.
Playing music on the street
to get something to eat;
just to stay alive.
Although the melodies
keep our hearts beating
and the breaths we take going.
Screaming out our lungs
trying to bring back grunge,
with all our clothes
covered in studs.
Kaoru x Chubby reader: You're not fat.
You were hanging with at the Hitachiin mansion with the rest of the Host club members on a Friday night hanging out after a very long day at school.You were bullied at school but for a peculiar reason.You were a bit chubby.You weren't skinny,but you weren't fat either.Although,you do feel fat most of the time.Most girls at the school were- wait let me rephrase that,EVERY girl at the school was skinny except for you.You had trouble losing weight in the past.You had a strict diet and excercised daily.It was a very slow process but the pounds were skimming off....just not fast enough.Because of being chubby and being self consious you didn't have much friends.However,Kaoru Hitchiin was the first person to become your friend when you came to Ouran.You met the host club after that and became great friends.Haruhi and Kouya are the only ones who knew that you're being bullied by your weight but neither you or them really mentioned it much.You smiled lightl
send me letters instead of text messagesi.
hold me close to your heart;
make me laugh when i'm upset
and protect me when i feel scared.
make me feel like i'm
important to you.
send me letters in the mail
that contain poems that you wrote just for me
and tell me about how you go to
the bookstore every other weekend, hoping that
you can find something for me to read.
tell me about how you want to
go to college after we graduate
and study chemistry like you said you would,
and rant about how much you love science
even if i'm not interested in science,
because i love that you're so passionate about something
and i just love listening to your voice
when you're happy.
One of These DaysOne of these days
I’m going to walk up to you
And know exactly what to say.
The things is though,
You take my breath away
And I’m not good at conversation anyway.
One of these days
I’m going to walk up to you
And tell you exactly how I feel.
I’ll walk up to you
And have my words make you feel loved
Just like you do for me.
One of these days
I’m going to tell you
How happy you’ve made me
And what a difference you’ve made in my life
If only I could speak in poetry
Then I might be able to communicate better.
But I can’t
So I’ll just have to find a way to keep my words
When they aren’t on paper.
But I will
I’ll tell you
I’ll find a way to talk to you
One of these days.
I never loved you anyway.I am finding out things that only fools and you know
Like the way I remember your laugh at the most inappropriate times , just so when I smile again its like old times, or the way your eyes look to me when its been five hours of drawing flowers and still they look so much more beautiful than any dying plant.
I never planned any of this you know, not one prolonged metaphor of it.
So if it hurts to know I love you,
I promise to tell you I never loved you anyway.
<i I never loved you anyway. >
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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