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Strong EnoughSome days I feel like I will shatter into a million pieces. As if I will break the moment someone looks at me or lays a single breath on me. I feel like glass; fragile and dangerous. I feel as if I am lying here, trapped. Waiting until something breaks the lock down, opens the door and sets me loose from this cage. But, the cage is everywhere. My heart, my mind, my body. It's a darkness that no one can see, it creeps in over my flesh and steals up through my spine, into my lungs and poisons my entire blood supply.
Some days, I feel as if Master's arms are not enough. I feel cold and shake from head to toe. I feel as if my tongue is in a vice; locked in my mouth, sand filling the empty space so I will not be able to say a single word or utter a single sound.
I reach out and for a moment, I clutch nothing but darkness. Engulfing me, swallowing me whole and pulling me under the currents. I thrash and flail and I think I hear myself cry out. I feel no warmth, I don't hear Master's sweet vo
all of mei left you a gift, Master
it's right below your chin
nestled right there in that perfect spot
bright red, slightly bruised around the edges
it thrills me watching you wear them proud
as a sign you are mine
and i wear yours proudly
to show the world i am yours
i feel complete next to you
strong and i can breathe
your arms shield me from the world
no, i know i am not fragile but
you and i have seen how ugly the rest of the world can be
so you protect my innocence and devotion
you protect my love and my humanity
and i'll shield you in my arms too
amoreI pepper your spine with butterfly kisses
there's something beautiful
staring at the way your spine slightly curves
bowing ever so little bit
you are exposed
vulnerable to me
I know your secrets
and your deepest desires and dreams
the things you refuse to tell others
I know the harsh truths you utter
and understand more than any other
you hide yourself away except
I grip your body between my fingers
my pale flesh meets your darkened skin
I'll leave marks down your ribcage
over your scars and every tiny inch of your body
I'll take the pain you hold beneath your bones
crush it between my palms
I'll take the burdens you carry home every night
and I'll conquer any fears that rest in the shadows
lurking just for a moment to steal you away.
I leave butterfly kisses in my wake
marking you until the next sunset
you'll be mine and I'll be yours,
Slave'we're all slaves to what we love'
he whispers as his hand closes around my throat
lips trail down my neck
i want passion and love
between my hands
i want to hold you there until
you whisper you want more
i want to move the earth and skies
make you scream and make you bleed
push you past your limits
until you beg for me to let you go
come back to the safety of my arms
let you soar
let you go
i want to rip you wide open
stitch you up
hope is youhope is
the jar placed on the top shelf
"in case of emergency,
i never open even on rainy days
instead i drop loose change inside
listening to the clink clink clink
as they drop through the tiny hole
i'll save them away
to go to the wishing well one day
the sound of your laughter
running through my brain
snagging on the rusty cogs and
making them work again
Saying Goodbyesi already miss you
even though you're still here next to me
i know you're lost to the winds
seven miles down the road you shout
and my heart it goes out
tonight the stars dance over my head
but i don't see them
clouded and blinded for a time
let the dawn come
maybe i'll breathe then
touch my skin in my memories
i repeat every single memory
i want to break apart all these wars
i want to destroy all those happy times
i want to break f
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
The SundancersThe sundancers crease the sky ephemerally
and stain the floor with their bravery, eternally.
Did I Mention To You MarkiplierDid I mention to you Markiplier,
A man with so much love to share?
He's one of the few in this world
To take the time to show his care.
Did I mention to you my hero
Who helped me to lay down my knife?
He brought to light my joy inside
And reminded me the temporariness of strife.
Did I mention to you my saviour,
Who made me come to love me?
He blesses this world with all his work
In his constant support and charity.
Did I mention to you this humble man,
Who cares for the world deeply so?
He makes you laugh and makes you cry
Through the genuineness he shows.
It's hard to believe that this one man
Could inspire so many to chase their dreams
And prove to all who hear his words
That it may not be as difficult as it seems.
You call us your heros, your shining stars.
Thank you Mark for all you do.
It's people like me who want to prove
That the real hero is you.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
on moving outI take my bookends. I take my whiteboard
and that crooked letter opener I use to pop the caps off
beers, I take my poems,
I take my brand-new never-used coffeemaker
and my decades-old over-used typewriter which weighs
about 6 babies. I take my pictures, and those letters
you wrote me;
I do not take you. I take the
PS2. and the broken lamp. and your
shirt. I take no shit.
but my own shit.]
I take a blanket,
my good underwear
and a deck of cards.
I take my cat.
I burn the rest.
Paper, Scissors, RockYou split your bones
to spears, flay your skin
to stone. But your heart
still bleeds paper,
and paper beats rock
Letters to the UnbornMy letters will never be received by you;
you will never be able to hold my hand within yours
nor feel the wind upon your cheeks
touch the reddest roses or
lie snuggled in my arms
you will never know my kisses-
placed upon chubby cheeks
I lost those moments when I let
someone tell me what to do with my body
whisper lies into my weakened ears
in the dead of night I swear that
I'll love him like I would have loved you
[I know he will never replace you]
because in my soul I feel it screaming
as if I have the blood of you on my hands
[but honestly, I do]
you are my darling angel
sent to heaven too early
for my mistake.
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