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PebbleI am as decorated as the virgin bride,
sparkling in her pale and unblemished skin,
arm in arm with the stranger I adore,
who brings me presents and tales easy to spin.
So deep, it is, it goes, drifting in sapphire,
cooling my curves with a caress and embrace,
alone but not lonely, enshrouded in light
I am but a dreamer dallying with naked grace.
Safe from stars and sun as I slumber in peace,
sinking deeper into this ocean of wonder I have found,
my white dress lost to the roiling passion,
as finally my body lays upon the ground.
Making me strong and smooth over years of love,
yet I feel myself lose what I once have been,
I keep my faith but fear that I am alone in that,
surrounded by other pebbles more glamorous than me.
to the abyss
drawing blood from stone.
A final sigh of love
over the silken laced dust
to a hole in the ground called home.
As the tears mix with carmine jewelled sand
like crawling ants on the dune horizon.
Keep on riding.
You can't look behind
or even to the side
just always keep on fighting.
Clock ticking as away you run,
pistols clicking empty deciding
her last kiss will taste of the setting sun.
Beauty such as she.Does the world deserve beauty such as she
lay beneath its silken shroud of stars,
with flittering dying balls of nothing
providing light to a hopeful hopeless creation,
is there meaning to this heretical menagerie
whom worship lies and the societies stature,
though they be hunched and broken they believe
this to be true, therefore standing tall in their dilapidation?
How can she exist in this cauldron of disease
that spreads through minds like wildfire,
she remains untouched and yet believes herself false
for the glimpses of pain she sees she takes for beauty,
there is no light in the self starvation and agony
that wracks their forms as they waste away,
if your arms are cut and torn they are still yours
and to kiss them and you until the end of time suits me.
I lay my sword down for you and with it my guard
that I held until I ached because I could not trust,
yet I must protect you with all my might and will
for I am your knight, with your favour around my wrist,
but when I draw my lan
Whorehouse dreaming.A trickle of saliva slithers from your baby's mouth,
your boyfriend won't be home tonight, he's out hitting the town,
getting drunk and starting fights with guys who'll lay him on the ground,
as you lie and try to stop the tear drops falling down onto on your couch.
Your house is made of holes and floor boards rotting in the cold,
the stench of sweat and loveless sex just mixing with the mould,
you don't know how it got this way, so young and yet so old,
you know just how it got this way, didn't do as you were told.
So now loves a word that's laced with laughter and irony as well,
you gave your heart to greed and flesh but your body is to sell,
in the back streets of Las Vegas where they pull up with a swell,
in need of satisfying, no denying that one day you'll lay in hell.
But for now the baby's sound asleep and the money's in your bra,
you still wait for him to turn up someday, in his fancy car,
and offer you a trip somewhere, just as long as you go far.
Dancing with shadows: Chapter two: bad dreams.A cold breeze woke me the next morning, before the glare of a rising sun pierced my shut eyelids. Moaning, I rolled over in the sheets, and found myself draped across Lizzy; that was good, at least. Her scent overwhelmed me for a second, and I moaned again, feeling myself respond to her heady musk, and the excitement trickled through me like a flood of tiny sparks. Her nails dug slightly into my hips, her smiling face a picture of bliss and relief; we didn’t seem to have drank too much last night, though I could now see a few bottles lay here and there in amongst the shadows, and one rolling across the floor. We held each other like that for a second, as memories of last night washed through us, before finally she pulled herself from the bed and swung her feet round off the side of the bed. She was wearing her hair in its natural colour today, it seemed (or at least I took the smooth oaky colour to be her natural one; it seemed to be the one she had most often); I’d come to
A tenner won't get you far.The guitar in the corner of the room has four strings,
a mixture of stains litter its nail scratched body.
Foreign incense smells of cannabis and unwashed sheets,
as we lie beneath stars painted onto the peeling ceiling.
A hollow feeling is inside me as I once again swallow,
but a tightness prevents anything from being attained.
To leave here costs more than it does to enter,
but to enter first you must have sold your soul.
Lined up in chains they sing an epitaph to lost innocence,
breath swirling smoke like tongues slithering on throats.
Against the door leans a woman of undefined age in make up clad,
her armour of contempt leaves a bitter taste for those who pass.
But I lie in this room, broken guitar, incense and an unknown girl,
who asks "How much in your pocket" as I slip into the murky ocean.
I think of 'you'Peering out my window, noticing, the lilac bush in full bloom.
Picking up one of the soft petals
and raising it to my nose;
the air is 'warm'
the fragrance sweet...
I think of 'you'.
The day is lazy.
Soft music comes drifting by my window
from the house down the road.
I notice the gentle hum of the queen bee
as she feeds off the flowers,
and the soothing monotony of the crickets song.
I am so 'aware' - of 'life' taking place...
I think of 'you'.
The cemetery's aglow, with bright flowers,
and fresh, young graves...
I walk, down the mental paths of my mind;
the sun, shining warmly upon my hair, and face.
The birds, ask and answer - the sweet questions
only 'they' understand; as, I walk.
And the tomb stones, look back at me
introducing themselves by name,
welcoming, my company;
'offering', perfumed fragrant gifts
as a symbol of life...
Lifting one, to my nose.
Smelling it's gentle fragrance, and touching it's soft
EnvisionIn my thoughts I'd 'hope' for you....
I wish we could have been...
I'd close my eyes and see in my mind
an ever so sweet envision.
The truth had come to me too late;
though looking back in the blue
the feelings stir, inside me again,
the beautiful ways in which I'd seen you...
I was as a mountain
peaked, with soft white snow;
til the Spring of 'you', came into my life;
then gentle waters flowed....
And went with me
through valleys and streams
of my life, I'd never seen before.
Our differing ways, just intensified
to show me more.
I learned a whole new world of 'me'
things, you already knew...
Of the sun in the sky
it's effect to warm.
You 'showed me' the sky of blue.
I learned of the birth of flowers
as they opened, to the dawn.
I knew then what it was to smile.
You taught me, and then you'd gone.
And slowly I looked about me
at everything that you 'were'.
All the beautiful things
of which, together; helped me
to paint your picture.
Then I understood - and felt the wa
Internal FireThis day will remain until the end
The time will dry and wilt
Soon the dawn will break
I will be remembering how I felt
My fragile soul will eventually shatter
And with ash I will be surrounded
From the flame that is burning within me
punishing me for what I have hounded
Sleepless nights have gotten under my skin
I am becoming thin and pale
My lips can hardly stretch for a smile
I am tired
I am frail
The sun no longer gives me warmth.
The moon cannot help me breathe.
My soul is departing,
I am ceasing to be.
Closed DoorsLeave me alone
Let me lose
Myself in the ocean
Where I will be
Let me stay
Away from the clock
Of our days.
Of the reality
Waiting for me
With a knife.
I don’t want
To leave behind
The best years
Of my life.
What I like
Fades it out.
Soon will be
Dust these words
In your memory.
Serenity's AngelI am she, Serenity...
Thou knowest not my beauty.
But if ye sought the face of the Lord
surely, I would come to thee.
My wings are bound and chained
to fly, only, unto the sincere;
whom have searched with the angels
of Patience, and Mercy; and Truth,
for the key to my seal.
I reside not, in the halls of vexation,
nor do I neighbor with wrath.
I know only the ways, of love and justice
and all they of whom, such qualities hath.
I flyest through the beginings
unto the ends of the earth; my candle
an eternal flame.
Given to me of the Lord
SEEK HIS FACE
and share my name.
Finger TipsTake my hand, and let us fly
We both know you are not shy,
Just scared of rejection
I, too, lack affection.
Though I would never use you
To fill holes no one can view.
So, are you ready yet?
Please, my dear, do not fret.
Let me take you far away
As to help you make your day.
No harm is intended
For hate here is ended.
You deserve only the best
Not because you need a rest,
Since time is drawing signs
Guiding me to your lines.
Watching the RainI have this strange feeling
in my stomach, knots are twisting
my heart is doing its revealing
but somehow I'm not existing.
I am stuck within a lonely room
listening to the drops of heavy rain
clinging to my skin is a deep gloom
happiness is not something I can feign.
Like the rain, the solitude persists
I am being left behind again and again
all I can do is tightly clench my fists
will I be forever stuck in the rain?
The sun might not break through
I need the light to grace my skin
and it will be unlike anything I knew
perhaps I might even be able to grin.
Until then, I'll watch the rain from my view
and these vicious knots will get tighter
waiting eagerly for the sun to become anew
but thank goodness I'm a fighter.
less or morea little darkness
tugging at my sleeve
trying to bring me down
and get happy to leave
a cloud eager to rain
upon my parade
a simple game
of less or more afraid
if I doubt
the things I know
my candle will
if I fear
their empty threat
I'll lose myself
to nagging regret
Saving HerSave yourself, because I can't save you.
You are drowning in your own sorrows,
Lungs burning with the need for air.
Your wrists feel numb,
inviting you to cut deeper.
You pull your hair out,
Scream into your pillow at night.
You have stomach ulcers,
Light one cigarette after another.
You look in the mirror and see the ghost you have become,
Sickly smile at yourself.
You give your body freely,
Even if you hate it.
You lift your chin high,
But let your heart drag on the ground,
Kicking stones away,
While tripping in your mind.
Falling, you laugh.
Not even bracing for impact.
Pain is all you'll find.Do you see the stars when you look in the night,
or has the darkness in me cut out their light,
does it get to you when you see me here,
and only you can see how I hold back the tears,
only you see the anguish behind the walls I build,
and how I'll stop your dreams from being fulfilled,
yet you stay here with me, regardless of the pain,
you stand with me, face wet from the rain,
from the tears that don't trickle down my cheeks,
you know how I bottle it because it makes me feel week,
so you clasp my hand, pull me up help me climb,
so it ends up that your wrists bleed instead of mine,
and all I want is to take away your struggle,
hold you tight in my arms in an endless cuddle,
kiss the pain out your wrists, tear the pain from your heart,
give you a chance to go back to the start,
take a path that leads you away from all this,
and if I'm causing you pain, then let us have one last kiss,
because your happiness is all that matters to me,
if I get in the way of that, let go and be free.
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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