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this unrequited loveToday again,
and empty hands.
This ungrateful thing –
the battered green couch,
soft fabric stained with clumps
of dirt-grey hair, its
scratched feet –
the warm spot next to you
the pleasure of soft, soft fur
under your hands.
the world is waiting for youbulletproof. fairground.
the world is waiting for you,
forget to dodge it.
1. in the fog, the eye sees further than we understand. the body changes,
advances, relentless, cannot be stopped though the mind refuses, rejects.
the fingers, the elbow, the feet, in every instant, already tracing the future.
2. we try to carve a moment of silence
(looking out at the roaring sea)
3. a) you brought me here and
I count the hours
b) until we must part
4. some trees
grow on rocks in the sea,
their roots exposed to the salty wind.
rocks peel like rotting wood, dead skin
melting into sand. we are snakes
guarding our shedding places.
5. imagined stillness, premeditated interruption of our time.
our pencils scratch at the truth but time is inexorable,
invisible, like the wind buffeting this island, and we forget
only until it catches in our sails.
6. lie down. (let’s pretend) the world is waitin
glass knives.bite– your lips. linger. expand,
conquer. hurts transform, ascend.
put– me– down. drive my skin out.
too close, hold still. cry. reason
abjugates. scraps. rescinds you.
fall, crawl. upturned bellies, on your–
knees. flat. lower, lower. sink.
involuntary flush. stones, capillaries.
grafted, spilt. stolen. noises,
reprised. thrills. gouges,
reading yearstell me my love, what have we learnt in golden years?
how is the heart strengthened by the distance of years?
when I look up the windows are covered with dust.
only my children know the passing of the years,
they tell me their cat had her first litter this spring.
I have not thought of you in almost seven years.
I do not try to remember the song you played,
they tell me the piano has not been tuned in years.
you are where the planets continue to wander.
well, you never counted revolutions by years.
I could not find a mirror that was not covered
with dust, but even photographs will show the years
if you look close enough. I do not look often
and my eyes are tired from the passage of years.
if I look down the floor will be covered in dust.
tell me my love, what have I learnt in seven years?
Three Haikus for Luckthe new warmth sends us
on a journey. we begin
by saying goodbye.
the cherry blossoms
if we watch them for too long
will surely fall.
after the April shower
watch the road under your feet.
blossoms are slippery.
neat, or pride,
I was sleep-drunk todayWe were lost out at sea with no hope in sight,
No compass, no map and the night was desert –
Enough water to drown but none for our thirst,
And too many stars awash in the moonlight.
Our limbs had gone heavy and our heads grown light,
Empty as bones but with words still to burst
The skin-thin denials of lingering hurts,
Stumbling blind into anger and fright.
We weathered many a turbulent night,
As if the storm had been following us,
But it was in our minds, like our tongues coerced
To curl around sounds that were never quite right.
So we searched for something of right and of might
That you said existed between our worsts,
You opened my hands and opened my trust
With yours, and we fell like birds learning flight.
I was sleep-drunk today and I talked about you
Or: I talked about me and the story was you.
Years have passed, and as we're wont to do,
We may have forgotten but the story was true.
snails first light:
when night lifts its curtain
– its underskirts –
the earth is soiled with the hot breath
of a billion lovers
condensed on her chilled skin
under the sudden assault of the sky
she trembles and crumbles
rise through her leaking pores
by now the dankness has settled
and armies scattered
in the pleasant afterglow
she wears the must like a perfume
soaked in it
stunning and stunned
and times herself
by the slow movement
across her skin
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
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,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
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
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.
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.
i want to set your heart on fireor scratch my name onto your bones
like a shadow,
light and shallow
not a claim,
just a memento.
one day maybe you will find,
hidden on the side of your ankle
or beneath your shoulder blades,
the sighs I left behind;
and if you think of me then
that will be sweeter to me
than any burning revenge
could hope to be.
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