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SilentIn the silence
Your eyes do the talking;
Yet, you remain mute,
Mill-pond calm on the surface,
Unable to speak the truths
That I see boiling inside,
The Tumult of your soul-
Only lies spilling from a forked tongue.
--But I want your anger.
--I want your hate.
Then I want all of your truths,
So I can finally let you go
And you can remove your mask.
Outside the linesGifted with magic,
Creativity pouring from your veins;
Into your fingers and speech,
--your every breath and heartbeat,
As you moved outside the lines and boxes.
Splashes of colour in a grey world,
--brightness for dulled eyes.
Willingness to remain unaccepted,
If it meant remaining true to yourself.
ClashingCherry sweet lips;
Offering only bitter words and sour kisses.
Your mercurial emotions just leave me steely,
You the dreamer-
And me the insomniac.
SkirmishThis was never a fair fight.
You commanded an arsenal;
Any weapon of choice at your disposal,
I remained unarmed-- except for wit,
And used that alone to cut you down-
Before you could fire a single shot.
More or less...The longer we spend together-- I wonder
Are we becoming more
Or are we less in this pairing?
Once, we were unique;
Now one of us pales
Somehow lessened in existance
becoming just an extention of the other...
MaroonedYou left me high and dry.
Only marginally better than leaving me floundering,
Or desperately gasping like a landed fish,
I was stranded--
While you spend your time drifting here and there,
Dipping your toes into the shallows,
Toying with the surf - just like you toyed with my emotions.
But remember; The tides turn.
Be careful not to get caught in the swell,
It will pull you down like a shipwreck.
The sea is not so merciful as I--
And I won’t sink and drown just yet.
We become ships passing;
And I will sail again and cast my nets.
I will add-- in hindsight,
When I caught you
I should have thrown you back.
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."
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.
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