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Waiting OutsideThey say that when a door closes
another one comes ajar
Well, I've been waiting and waiting
Doors slam in my face
Doors are quietly closed, while
Someone on the other side
Doors are barricaded
Doors are boarded
Doors are deleted from existence
I'm in a hallway
So many doors
But they won't let me in
I'm not pretty enough to go into the fancy ones
The ones with gold knobs
and posh voices coming from the other side
If I were strong and brave
I'd force some doors open
Or bang on them
Until someone heard me exist
But if implies the alternative
And I'm not strong and brave
And I choose corners when there's a choice
Blend in with the wall
And hover around the doors
That seem nicer
But they close
And I'm still outside
I'm always outside
Watching doors close
And waiting for another one to open
But it hasn't so far.
Hello, Dear MeDear me,
remember our early promises
so heartfelt and true
about the beautiful future,
well, I haven't made them true yet,
but I can swear that they guide me.
I didn't love me much in the past -
words spoken to hurt seemed so real
and loving something not perfect felt like a sin.
I choose to love me now:
love my mind,
love the way I think and the way I understand,
love how my hair looks in the sun,
love the color of my eyes,
the books I choose to keep close,
how my fingers move over the piano,
the decisions made
and the first uncertain steps
That will take me where I want to go.
Where I have always wanted to go.
For being me.
Not That Different: Windows and DoorsSometimes I fall silent.
Facing the whiteness of what is yet not,
Of the nothing that must be made something,
Must be made beauty by me.
My weapon of choice - words.
The bulding blocks of a new reality.
I paint a picture in black and white
So that others may see a world of magic.
But facing the white,
I fall silent sometimes
And words fail me
And I fail them.
I watched others come face to face with the nothing.
But they used colors to chase it away.
Brandishing delicate lines
And confident strokes.
I watched windows be opened,
Windows to new worlds
Frozen in a moment of beauty.
And I saw stories hidden
Behind every swirl of a line.
I have no skill in my fingers
To open windows with charcoal and oil.
I'd like to think I open doors
For others to come through
And settle in peace
Just for a while.
I saw us work in similar patterns.
Breaking down walls in between dimensions
So others can see what is hidden in our minds.
We face the same blank space
Time after time.
And turn nothing into som
Fear the FutureWhat I need is a map for the future,
Where every treasure is an X and every pitfall has a warning.
I want thick green lines that tell me the shortcuts
And thin red ones that mark the wrong ways.
But the road is long
And nobody knows its turns and twists.
I wish for a map,
For I look into the future
And the future is fog and darkness.
Heart of mine, give me hope.
I have to choose a path at the crossroads,
But the roads are a thousand.
And one goes into a forest of wolves.
And one goes into a desert without end.
And one goes up a grey mountain.
And one goes into the cold sea.
My feet are bleeding already
And my compass is broken
And each road is a thousand miles long.
Heart of mine, give me guidance.
I wish for a companion in my travels
To make a joke and sooth my fears
But I walk alone, for my path can fit nobody else.
I wish for a horse to ride,
To ease my feet and carry my burdens
But the road is narrow and my pockets are empty.
I wish for a fire ahead
That would guide my steps throug
Instructions for Being a Good GirlKeep a smile handy, along with your lipstick.
Squeeze your heart to fit in a top.
Walk on needles and don’t dare to trip.
Taste is a luxury, calories are unforgivable.
Those are the basic rules, got them all down?
Pick a face now.
You’re lucky, girls come in two models -
Vixen or virgin.
The measures are fixed, customize the colors,
But not too much.
No warranty, no exchange.
Remember, all women are witches.
It’s still a fact, even if a letter is changed.
The modern witch needs nothing but glamours.
These come prepackaged - beauty in a capsule, youth in a tube.
Running out? Sorry, thanks for playing,
Glamours are the currency for all your trades.
Witches come in two models - sexy or hag.
Let’s see, what am I forgetting?
Be helpful, “no” is the worst insult a person can hear.
Nod. Wave. Laugh at unfunny jokes.
Let others enjoy you.
And didn’t I tell you to smile already?
Princess - KorolevnaЕе прозвали Соколом и это имя ей шло. Гибкая и тонкая как лук, Инге сражалась как прирожденная хищница, неважно ли в кабацкой драке или на поле битвы. Неплохая спутница дл&
Tsuren's SonnetКак лист увядший падает на душу
Тень прошлой жизни, выкинутой в море.
Теперь с собой я в непосильной ссоре:
Я утонул, хотя вернусь на сушу.
На прежнем берегу — мечи и серост
More Than a SumI am more than the sum of my parts,
More than the sum of my roles.
Even if there is an infinity of them -
There is an infinity of roles I have
And some more that I want:
I stand at the intersection of words
That designate a function.
But still, they don't designate me.
We are made of the same elements
And the molecule on the tip of an eyelash
May have danced around a campfire
We are made of water and salt, like the sea.
The sea washes my eyes when I'm sad.
We are made of earth, dust and ash
But those who say we return to dust are not right -
We return to everything that lives, too.
But I am more than the sum of sea and earth.
I am more than the sum of molecules.
Because they are only for loan
In this thing called a body.
The element of spirit refuses classification.
I might give it shape in metaphore,
But too many words have been said already.
Let's just i
The Princess of SorrowOnce upon a time, there was a kingdom. A peaceful, contented, sleepy sort of kingdom - with white towers and green forests, with apple trees and blueberry patches, with small ponds and red-roofed houses. It was a prosperous land where life was ever the same.
Of course, this kingdom had a king and the king had a palace, built out of gold and ivory. In the palace, the ruler lived with his family - his wife, a prince and a princess. The royal family also looked like they were made of gold and ivory - they had pale skin, and they had curls, delicate like golden threads. The king loved his family very much and admired their beauty, especially the little princess', who had the sky in her eyes.
In that peaceful kingdom, they lived for a long time, for the fields were fertile and hardly any work was necessary. There were no worries in the kingdom, until one day a storm came to ravage the land.
For many days, the storm screamed and raged, until there was no more food and no more rest for the
IcarusI flew into the sun
gave my wings this flight
traded for the chance
to be seen in the light
no fear of heights
nor depths dark love
my spirit soars
*Revitalized*Walking sandy shore
Sea invigorates, shoes off
Feet take ocean plunge.
Tide left exposed rock
Place to sit and contemplate
At peace with the world
Worries swept away
Page 248Miss Mallory was in the library as usual
The ghostly silence of the library was musical
Again and again she searched for a new book
A black tattered novel was what Mallory took
"I don't recall reading this one" she said
There was no title, but a red symbol instead
As she opened it, dust exploded in her face
And the black book landed on a random page
Page 248 was blank, not a single word to be seen
"What's this? How odd. Whatever does it mean?"
She placed her palm onto page 248, very curious
In Mallory went as the book snapped shut, victorious
Falling, falling, and falling, into some unknown void
Her mind was losing it, her precious memories, destroyed
Swiftly and silently, poor Mallory disappeared in a wink
And onto page 248 was her life, written out with black ink
The black book flew back to its dusty home, the top shelf
Where one day, a curious soul would grab to read for oneself
An advice for the readers: "Beware of page 248! You ought to!"
"Don't be hungry for a book, for this book
By the Sea, By the Sea, By the SeaI danced with death, and he danced with me
On the sea, on the sea, on the sea
As waves crashed
And lightning flashed
On the sea, on the sea, on the sea.
It’s no place for men with family
On the sea, on the sea, on the sea,
So I settled down
On solid ground
By the sea, by the sea, by the sea.
And I lived on land quite happily,
But I missed death, and he missed me,
And I had no chance
To continue our dance
On the sea, on the sea, on the sea.
But my family’s gone. They’ve left me.
I’m growing old, but I still can see
The white sea foam
From my little home
By the sea, by the sea, by the sea.
With forty years away from sea,
I miss death, and he misses me.
Its time I met my end
With my old friend
On the sea, on the sea, on the sea.
The Blood, the Pallor, and the BruiseI. Clouds: amber horizon
Tinted by the setting sun
Grey on blue on red
The bed was deep, covered white, flecks of crimson
On her head – the last of her covering.
Out in the hall: “Do not go with him, son,
The path beyond, the angel hovering,
None of them worth what you would leave behind.”
In the recesses she listens, soothed by
The reassurance that the pleas are whined
To someone else – no one in here will cry.
For the nearing cabby with sable coat
Who pilots the bus, the cab and ferry,
Must come for all. Though resistance is rote
The fact remains that few will yet tarry.
When the bus driver pulls o’er at your stop
The seat onboard won’t be one you would swap.
II. All colors will run in the end
Even the sunset by storm clouds will rend.
A shroud of blinding white
Crumpled in the corner on the floor
Left behind from where’t was wrapped tight.
HomeI have walked the universe,
looking for a place,
A place I'll always be happy,
where I'll always have a smiling face,
But darkness looked wherever I go,
making me wonder.
Whatever place in the world,
Can be so perfect, I ponder.
When my mind drifts back into the past,
and think of happy days.
The happiness that has been created,
Have all been in one place.
I knew the answer all along,
I just didn't know.
Thats where I'll go.
Home, that's where I'll go.
Memory LossMemories... my soulful melody
Intertwined within a grand symphony
Though the experiences remained ever-lasting
I neglected to reflect upon their meaning
As I continued on, living in irony.
Nonchalantly, I continue the journey
Unaware of the terrifying reality
Truth begets hate, then understanding
Abolished of my stupidity
I will come to terms with my destiny
Clinging not to fear of dying
Yet regretting what I am becoming
Something fading into obscurity...
There's a Woman in that BogThere’s a woman in that bog
Oh, I swear to you it’s true.
Standing out by yonder log
She's waiting there for you.
She calls to young travelers.
She lures them with her cries,
And all who go out to her
They always, always die.
I said she is a woman.
I'm sorry I did lie.
She’s a beast who feeds on men
Lured by innocent cries.
If late at night you pass her
Please ignore her pleading moans.
All who who wandered out to her
Left only blood and bones.
This is the definition of mercy in hellThey are screaming
Soaring against the wall
As the demons fling them
Launch them down the hall
In balls of flame the babies fly
in soaring fire the babies die
Against the ground the demons beat
And of their sculls they make a seat
Against the wall the babies go
The demons making death so slow
This is the definition of mercy in hell
El LlamadoTrajo el viento una canción enredada en su pelo,
Que sonaba con voz de sirena, con susurros de mar.
Le escuche pasar y tire una flor por anzuelo.
Y con la canción en brazos al norte me heche a andar.
Pasé por montañas altivas; en rios bañé mis ropas.
Entre hierbas que hablan misterios sólo soñé con tu voz.
Con tristes fuegos fatuos compartí unas copas
Y para no perder tiempo, monté una tormenta feroz.
A la orilla del mundo construí un blanco navío
Con nubes, para darle alas, con velas de fino papel.
Zarpé hacia el norte, para evitar extravío,
A la canción que me puso en camino, siéndole siempre fiel.
Un dia volví a casa, como vuelven también las aves.
Abrí la ventana para que el viento pudiera entrar.
Dejé la canción ir flotando sobre corrientes suaves
Para que a otro viajero al mundo pudiera llamar.
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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