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Welcome Back, Alice!So you visit again, again, and again?
Less travelled by all, both women and men?
You see, nothing's changed since the last time you came
We are all mad here, and all are to blame.
I saw you turn down the road of the guards
And saw your face when you picked up the cards
It's true, it's true, you came to the land
When others, like I, keep our head in our hands!
Where queens are sharp, like shades of red
Where rabbits do fear of losing their head
Where flowers do sing, and tea is drunk
How time and tea make all run amuck
I'm here, I'm there, I'm up, I'm pale
No arms, no hands, no legs, no tail...
I see you smile again at that
The Tale, "The Tail of the Cheshire Cat!!"
Silent SufferersWe walk beside you, but you don't notice us
We talk like you, but you do not hear us
We celebrate like you, yet it is only for a season
We need light in our lives like you, but all of our days are dark...
We breathe like you, but we are always suffocated
Our hearts best the same, but ours stop occasionally
Our skills are genuine, while yours are crooked
You cheer enthusiastically, while we scream in torment...but you'll never hear it...
You cry and get comforted..we cry ourselves to sleep.
We always seek help,
But you'll never know...
No More Memories....Can you imagine me being a different person? What goes through your head when I am next to you? Why are you so distant? What are you hiding?
Please answer me, before I fade...
Chapter 1Chapter 1
"Once upon a time...many moons ago, there was a thriving city surrounded in fog, and within that fog--fiends lurked. This place was inhabited by many eccentric people. These people came from many foreign places, bringing their beliefs, traditions, even fears together. Within this town, there lived a woman that had an extraordinary power; she was not like the rest. She had a very lovely aura about her, and her beauty matched that aura. She was a Spirit Warrior. Behind the walls of this fortress filled with knights, bards, and things of that nature, she was one of a warrior breed that died out a long time before...or so they say. This race was called 'The Eternals.'
This people devoted their lives to fending off the more powerful demons and fiends of the world that plagued the land. Alongside the knights and guardians of the world, they helped plunge the darkness of the land into the fog and dark places of the world. Sanctuaries, places of prayer and refuge wi
Anger: My Greatest Ally..and FoeWith you, I feel free, unchained, unrestrained...inhuman. I feel weightless, like I can fly above everything fearlessly, but at the cost of my sense of direction. I have no fear, no hesitation, nothing holding me back, but...but...nothing is holding me back; no words, no memories, no thoughts...no will.
I feel like I'm invincible. I love that feeling--helplessness is not a crutch!! Once that grasps at my heart and mind, my soul becomes obsolete...my being becomes enigmatic, my actions erratic...my feelings...void and of no effect. My only thought is to lash out and cause as much pain to the one that caused it to me. ANyone else who gets in my way...tough.
I love it...
I hate it..
It's not me...
I cause so much damage with it, and yet, I cause so much damage with it...God, this is the imperfection that makes me perfect!! It is my greatest ally...my greatest foe. A house divided amongst itself cannot stand.
I am constantly building myself up...while tearing mys
Restless ThoughtsIs this heaven...or hell?
It's far too dark in here to tell...
Am I floating or still in place..?
Awake or sleep, awake or sleep...
Common GroundPain is living
Peace is sleeping
Faith is eternal
Hope is fragile
Life is ugly
Death is beautiful
The strong survive
The weak perish
Hearts are for those that know the meaning
Souls are for those that care
Love is for all that want it
Salvation is for everyone
Giving up is easy
Giving in is not an option
Fighting is only for what is worth fighting for
Dying is for beliefs
So tell me which category do I fall under?
Some Monsters"It approaches!!" is all I hear... Haha I'm the mighty beast you fear...? You should. Calling on fire to rain from heaven, stopping the wind from blowing prosperity across your land...I see why you think this.
It's a futile thing to get so many armies raised against me.
You open your gates to the enemy, but close it to allies. Why do you wish to see me destroyed...?
Does hell follow me, or are you tired of the correction? How does it feel to know that the very thing you asked for is the downfall you sought to escape. I know what you are. I see what you do in secret and show you openly.
What does it profit you to call on so many people to stand with you? It's a bittersweet thing to know me. Is it not strange to you that I show up when things are "easier" for you? Aren't you all tired of seeing this beast? I carry no fangs or weapons, yet you treat me as a hell hound. I love your honesty. As I move closer to your walls,I feel your cold stares, burning into my flesh, peering into what you
I Wonder...Who says they have a cross to bear, and actually takes it on their shoulder?
Why is the price of freedom so steep?
Where do I get to lay my head when I am in need of sleep?
What causes you all to become colder?
I am at wit's end with the pain in my chest.
No heart that beats--just lead
I never want to feel emotion again
Or thoughts float through my head
I'm through with rhyming and holding smiles
for all that want a treat
Where ravenous wolves peek and defiles
Tender meat to eat
I run out of things to say to death and all its young
So keep my heart and spirit white..
While I cut out my tongue
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,
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
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
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.
Screaming from the BalconyFeel the need to bleed for me
To bleed for life and liberty
Apart from pain, and guilt that holds
Refrain from touching divers golds
You live your lives accordingly
Fight to survive, and to be free
Don't let that right slip through your hands
Applaud and clap from within your stands
A speech, a speech, a speech, a speech
Time to practice what I preach
He stares at all the people out
He opens his mouth, but..
words wont come out....
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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