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Death Be Not Proud"Death be not proud" said he
Nor mighty, nor dreadful
for without sorrow, no question of me
No reason follows the will to be
A decent down the tumultuous funnel
Falling skies, and desperate cries
Its only temporary, when it crumbles
Blinding lights, in the darkest tunnel
Amongst the crowd, so alone
Impervious to the powers of peace
Sit upon the liars throne
Refuse to smell the flowers you've grown
Fall into your pit of defeat
You muddied the ground
You ended your street
Drift into your self deceit
Stare at the mirror of lies
Shatter the glass that speaks so loud
No success in all your tries
Yet, you still refuse to swat at the flies?
Now its time for you to sleep
Your dreams of death, feel so weak
Your chosen end now all shall weep
Because, you wallowed in the hole you dug deep
Mirror of DoubtMirror of doubt
Spreading sorrow throughout
Rearrange my synapse
On to the floor I collapse
Words are meaningless so them seem
Not even safe within a dream
Emotional complex wrecks me
Among all I know and all I see
Mask away from the fraudulent truths
This sinister feeling from my youth
Words among me express "relax"
Unable to follow this syntax
Silent cries and invisible tears
A downcast of judgment shadowing me for years
I'll make you laugh, Make you smile
Inside I die all the while
Rotting flesh and translucent bones
Loosely hearing your malicious tones
Build walls around this hollow ground
Fear the words, for inside they pound
The mirror that I loathe to see
Resides something deep inside of me
They should not know, they would not dare
For more or less they will not care...
Poem- Out of ControllMonstrosity on fire
Compulsion of pyre
A frantic romantic
Mental block, so thick
Manic and panic
Take me from my Devastation
Hide behind masculinity
Make her smile, follow weep
Only peace when she follows in sleep
Question me, for what is see
Ask why I stand beside thee
As monstrosity on fire, compulsion of pyre
To say less then I love you, Call me a liar
Poem- DistanceI hate all this distance
The reoccurring instance
Every attempt I make
Denied, for fucks sake
Frustration is complete
For family I must compete
Ownership I do not claim
Just a day, I want to gain
Left alone, feed my mind
Tumultuous anger makes me blind
Bring a gift, my temper, a fit
Alone again, my hands on which I sit
Days closing in, try and try
Left to wonder, beginning to cry
Stomach in knots, firm clenched fist
Feeling the pulse bursting through your wrist
Distance the enemy, destruction of we
The protruding veins I wish you cant see
Traveling in an immobile destination
Please remove my mental devastation
An excerpt from my Dream JournalThe dream that has affected me the most that I can still remember perfectly to this day took place April 16, 2012 between the times of 3:30a.m and 5:00a.m.
It was a typical day full of stupidity and jackass like antics around the 25thave phoenix area. My best friend had arrived back from a marine tour to Okinawa, Japan and we decided to celebrate by have an old fashion sleep over. The day slowly wined down as we stared at his vintage 1984 wooden panel TV set playing Xbox360 videogames like mindless drones. The TV was so old and worn, wooden panels slowly unsticking themselves from the faded black plastic frame. Approximately 3ft to the right of the TV set was a double door swinging inwards. The right door was permanently locked due to a hardwood, tan, table that held the rooms' ceramic lamp in dead center.
Across from the desk, parallel to the TV was a 4ft Wooden desk with an Iron pegged, wooden chair that would creak at the slightest touch upon the back rest. Between this trian
Poem- Just Another Case of FearA mental calamity
Such anxiety ridden
No longer can be hidden
A life threatening possession
Fear, my true confession
Serenity, peace, over and done
Waves of doom
Ill feel the pulsing soon
Walls close in, ever so daring
A kill thrill
Breath stands still
A death envy
And desperate cries
Fear smiling, always hinting
Forgive me father for i have sin
For again i let my monsters win
Unable to stand
Forehead reasting upon knees
God help me please
Make the demons go away
Forever now, not some other day
Hold me close and comfort me
Please release this deathly grip on me
Poem- Because I Love HerFor I wish a smile
Upon her face
No jury no trial
Overwhelmed, Happiness in her place
Reading a closed book
Sit in silence, wait for the call
Taste compassion, just with one look
...The sweetest of them all
Tender lies of sweet truth
A Happy hidden recluse
My spirit sores, no boundaries no roofs
Her timid fear i wish to reduce
Awaken young child
See what gifts i bring for you
Your reality based fears oh so mild
soften your heart is all i can do
Realism is brings mind death
open up to me see what i bring
Release all fear with one deep breath
My only goal is to make your heart sing
Love, contagion of cluster
Surrender unto me oh timid and clear
Dont let your fear bring a emotional fluster
For when you are happy you will know im near
I wish for hope
Continuous mental melodies
With life you can cope
I will dull the extremities
Words of truth are what i write
I will push this so much further
This love may bring a fright
I will not give up, because i love her
Poem - YOUExplanations of how I feel
Your presence is surreal
The unforgiving mind
Never acted so kind
Clamoring, wretched...the beast within
Fear fades, happiness will begin
Vocalize silent cries
Your eyes speak, your love my prize
Anger seethes, brood remorse
Your tenderness, redirects my course
Pave my way
Into a brighter future, A brand new day
Tumultuous, disastrous, spirit falls
Head lifts to your rejuvenating calls
Words of truth and care
Bring me out of the this hell, despair
A vortex, the mind slaughter
Ive met an angel, not someones daughter
Fear, the mind killer
Your being is not a lonesome filler
Emptied veins, replenished, sewn shut
Your pain brings my deepest cut
Smile for me oh dear divine
smile because...you know your mine
Poem- A Feast for the Slow DieingTheres nothing much more for me to say
For I wish for time and day to fade away
To end this life
With the jagged morose-full knife
Come one, come all
Drink as much as you need
Trepidatious and wet
Careless, no need to fret
No sorrow, no pain
The empty vessel that once was my vain
Clear and emotionless
Watch the hungry
With beauty they confess
Lap up the blood, what a mess
Only truth, no lies
Fade, yet glimmer
The final release of this so called sinner
As the last of the minutes begin to close in
Lasting breathes begin to thin
Pupils shiver, eyes close
Skin so cold, as if it froze
The feast stalls, silence strikes
limbs removed, placed on wooden pikes
Gather around, see the man that used to be
In pieces dreams, now he is free
Six O' ClockLay me to sleep on the warm summer curbs.
I want the skyscrapers in my bones
And their light beneath my nails.
I want a burgundy August strung between my teeth
So I can suck the seconds from the season
And smile like September.
Today Is The Day
Today is the day.
Today is the day that you stop making excuses.
Today is the day you put your fork down and lace up your shoes.
Today is the day you step outside and run like there is fire at your heels.
Today is the day you think of sweat as gold.
Today is the day you fall down and get back up.
Today is the day you feel the ache in your calves.
Today is the day you pant like a dog.
Today is the day you tell yourself you'll do it again tomorrow and mean it.
Today is the day you make a change.
there were tidepools in his eyes, andhe remembered blue walls
like ocean miles, time he couldn't forget
because it welled up
like waves beneath his skin; lined with creases he'd
earned through eternity, he watched
the sky and asked how long had it really been -
nothing saved from
the ashes but saltwater stains
on clothes, on cheeks in place of
(the sun never stood a chance)
and the way he'd always slept with a s-stutter -
standing with waves crashing like
thunder to his knees he remembered a time
not long ago when it was
and he knew he was scared of the
end because he
didn't want to sink beneath the water, nothing
left but bones and sightless
(inhuman in the fullest; a monster to the third degree, he knew) -
and he put it off
once and again until it came for
him and knocked on the door; invited itself
in and told him now, i've been patient
for a while, but -
and he realized
amidst a falling grace that sometimes
death is the most human of us
The BirdShe was so desperate for love
She couldn't find in herself
She was perfectly willing to throw herself at the stars
Convinced herself she could be completely happy
With someone who put her in a nest.
That gilded nest was beautiful.
But a nest none the less.
It just took a shining mirror
To see how it had become a cage.
So she resolutely found the key
And let herself out.
She'd never noticed she'd outgrown the nest
To the point where it had become a claustrophobic cage
It ripped and tore at her feathers and flesh
Until she finally wrenched herself free
To flee as far as she could get
From that awful cage.
Along the way,
She found another mirror
And looking into it....
She found me,
A reflection of herself.
She saw me, a reflection of her,
Without her cloak of lies
Leadening her hunched shoulders,
Concaving her entire persona.
She discovered my beautiful colors,
The fine sheen to my feathers
And enthralling grey of my eyes.
She flew away,
But I met her every mirror after
I saw her slouch
you ate the stars and i ate my heart.this is how i was
fell in love with a boy
with razor sharp
teeth and a
poet's heart. it's really a
pretty kind of thing.
using his borrowed
tongue, he took me in like a
four a.m cigarette (slowly, and
with loneliness in every one of his
joints). we both thought
that enough smoke
would fill in the cracks in our
rib cages; we were both
he told me that he would
like to be a
planet: "all that open
space, all those dying
stars. it would give me room to
instead of telling him that
there is no oxygen in
outer space, i
watched him feel his lungs
implode. it broke my
bones to witness it; but it's really a
dreadfully pretty thing to
comfortcurling into quilts so deep
bubbles of tension run off
my body like soap, and i
clutch that raggedy little
dog to my chest like cloth
can make me whole.
nightfallThe night air is cool.
Street lamps are coming on
and from my window seat,
narrow and confining,
there's a person on bike.
I wonder where they're going,
who they are, what they'll see,
whether they'll be friend or foe,
and if that will matter to me.
Ah, they're turning, turning,
out of sight now
behind the houses,
the trees, the lights
behind the sheltered,
comforting feel of night
I'm starting to feel witchy
as the first star shows its twinkle
thinking of these rhymes and rhythms
Like the beat of my heart
matches the breath of the wind
and the exhalation
of my sleeping sister next door
and the snores of father and mother
down the hall.
It's a night of magic and mystery:
no cloud covers the moon,
not quite full, not quite empty
and the scratching noise of branches
echoes my imagination,
narrow and confined,
my body starts to ache
longing for the comfort of the bed
just a few feet away.
I turn from the window,
face the curtain, but a glimpse
of another biker catches my eye
and I'm trans
What is Isolation you ask?
Isolation is to be left out when you want to be in.
Isolation is feeling that sense of loneliness.
Isolation is feeling alone when ten thousand people surround you.
Isolation is hearing laughter in a room and silence when you walk in.
Isolation is staying away from people, afraid they won’t talk back.
Isolation is sad.
Isolation is small.
Isolation is hard to describe unless you are the person feeling it.
Isolation is quiet.
Isolation is counting how many times you get let down and eventually lose track.
Isolation is wanting to forgive but not knowing how.
Isolation is uttering a cry from the depths of your soul and waiting forever for a reply.
Isolation is not hearing an answer when you ask a question.
Isolation makes you feel worthless.
Isolation has to be the cruelest of emotions.
I know the feeling of isolation.
I sense it in myself.
There's nothing you choose to do about it.
For I've tried everything already.
So don't be surprised,
If I'm gone from this place.
Stop talking, Start screamingStop talking
It’s not enough
Maybe you should try to scream
Everyone does it
Stamp your feet
Slam the door
What you stand for
And when somebody
Has noticed you
Do what all the others
Would do too
Just don’t quit
You like the attention more
Than you could admit
Don’t be embarrassed
It’s what we all do
Everyone denies it
But we all know it’s true
Screaming our opinions
On the whole internet
And begging for attention
Is how we lack intellect
This is who we are
It’s the purpose of our society
Everybody wants to be heard
Ignoring the last bit of propriety
So do what you think is right
Scream whatever comes in mind
Do anything you can do
To make someone notice you
Poem- MusicYour melodies
My one true love
My endless happiness
My journey through sound
My white noise
Coaxing me to sleep
A message in every verse
A smile behind every word
A literature of gold
My silver lining
My acoustic heaven
My silent hell
You are my happiness
My everlasting scar
Always apart of me
Always by my side
Its a pleasure to have you
To finally meet you
To finally to feel you
Thy name is music
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