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Glass HeartYou hold onto this glass heart of mine,
But in your hands will in be fine?
It's been damaged as you can see.
Each crack is so painful to me.
All the time new ones begin to show.
And the healing process is so slow.
Already such damage you have done.
And things between us have just begun.
I know I've been clumsy with your heart too,
But I would do anything to not hurt you.
Every joy will brings so much pain.
This roller coaster drives me insane,
But it's worth it for that joy.
You gotta know how I love you, boy.
I can't promise your heart won't break.
Sometimes you'll have all you can take.
All I can promise is that I'll try.
To keep you happy, I would die.
But as I feel like I'll fall apart,
I need you to take care of my glass heart.
What am I to do?I don't know what to do with my life
I always pictured you my wife
Now your gone
yet I can't move on
I swear there's something wrong with me
why can't I just let you be?
My friend, my soul mate, my lover
I swear I dream of you and no other
I fear this is not a phase
but an endless lover's maze
I'm stuck within the walls
my heart beats, and then it stalls
because its lost all purpose
is the nothing beneath the surface?
The Power of WordsSave the guns and the blades
your words do more damage than hand grenades
Don't bother poisoning the oceans
your words are destructive verbal potions
Dare to speak the wrong sentence
can lead to a life time of longing repentance
Words are powerful things
when to them value brings
I usually stick with action
more determinable is the reaction
With words you can start Revolt
even send history into a halt
Sometimes I wish I could remove tongue from mouth
Sail away or just head south
Learn to speak with action alone
or at least until I'm wise and grown
Maybe then I could dare to use this destructive force
Possible put this crazy World on a better course
Till that day I will use words in moderation
To Avoid this unstable planet's Detonation.
The long hoursMadness evolves into insanity
While Anger becomes profanity
Everything becomes a game
when your goal in life is acquiring fame
I can't be a part of this
wait a moment.. I have to piss
Why are we all here?
What is it that we all fear?
To never touch the pages of history?
To die unknown as such a mystery
We're going to the hide away
The cops are coming..but by all means stay..
Tonight I really could use more than a Maybe
I'm just looking for a chance
a shot at a little moonlight romance
It doesn't have to be anything more than a stary night
a hammock, some sweet tea, and we're feelin all right
just your eyes locked with mine
and soon I know that all is fine
I know you wear that mystery well
but im fallin fast or can't you tell?
And so without further ado
I'd like to make a proposition or two
I'd like to steal you away
every night and day
To make joy a constant in your life
to take away all pain and strife
Well at least I would promise to do my best
If you would just let me attempt your test?
I really just want that shot
to show you baby all that I got
So please put that maybe down
and let yes be the only sound
Those who should remain namelessJust her name
could make this lion tame
Just the sound
makes my heart pound
Breathing becomes difficult
As my courage is shot from catapult
My knees become weak
I can't even speak
Just to mention Tasha
you knew that it would cost ya
Her name brings so much pain
its driving me insane
I wish I could just erase
that connection from name to face...
39. Out of TimeI'm... suffering...
P-Please, oh god.... C-Can't breathe....
...Kill me. Kill me now...
The loathsome mask slid away.
I was alive.
That first breath. Dear god, that first breath. It was so wonderful and horrible and simple at the same time. I hacked, I choked, I felt so very unlucky.
I wanted to die. Do not give me precious life!
I heard Master calling my name. It felt distant and unreachable, as if the sound was coming from the depths of a deep, dark hole. I felt so detached from this entire affair. This was frightening, this was wrong. He'd always been this way. He never listened to me... Was I so wrong that he had to tune me out? Why did he always have to play god!
I tried out my new eyes. The lids felt heavy and deprived of rest.
Alas, they... still could not see. I did not care... I did not want to live, no matter what grand plans Master had in store for me.
"No I'm not..." I whispered. My voice sounded so inhuman. We
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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