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that live on though us
small words turning into larger fights
and lives changing as the days go on
We shall not live by any one who makes us
but by those who help us
and show us light
and life that is beautiful
by people who give us love and nothing less
it is something remarkable
a word so short able to change futures
able to change everything in one, two, maybe evan millions of lives
love is what i live for
and that wont ever change
Be YourselfUnmistakable feelings turn into shades of thick gray
that only get washed away with every other color in our life
feelings that ignighte only when touching
mirroring feelings seem to show any color at all
but when that color does show it controls us
and gives us meaning in a world that knows nothing at all
for we are all just small insignificant pieces of a puzzle
Make that color beautiful
don't let it be a gray
don't let it swash from you like dirt on your shoes
make it something to be proud of
and live to be what you want
not someone scared in the past
scared of the future
scared about what he wants or does
be yourself and nothing less than that
Make yourself meaningful
make yourself beautiful
but most importantly
Live forget and smileShatter this world we know as reality
make us numb to the fact of our own fears
and let us grow into our hopes
as we forget why we live from day to day
and belive in a reason to live in a year or two
Let us forget our self commitments and just live
take it day by day and live every day as if it were the last on earth
the shadows will never hurt you
they will only scare you
scare you into a realm were pain becomes your friend
and life is nothing more than a nuisance
Soft FootstepsSoft footsteps lead up to uncontrolable emotions
why am i this way
curently in a mist of confusion of myself
and left to die among the words that are mistakenly fogotten
Yet be myself i stand among people who i am not sure really care
i feel broken at times lost and confused
shatterd when moments before holding myself up
yet only by a straw
the strong shall live and the weak shall die
i have always learned
but i want to be one of the strong
yet findmyself falling into the weakness of myself
my uncontrolable anurisms
emotions and way of life.
I want to be diffrent
and lost among the seas of destiny
ready to land on somthing more than myself
to land hand have meaning once again
But who knows what shall come of thease days long ahead
only thought of by the passing moments
What Grace Gives us HopeWhat grace gives us hope
who shall give us truth
who shall shake us from the solem comfort of what we know and understand as ourselves
what shall make us forget the old shaken ways of the past
and let us live the life changeing events that are four out own good
W must live by the single threads of our fate
and forget outselves
and the way we live ow
We must become diffrent
not be bound by labels and things that hold us back
yet live by morals that are not easily shaken
With meI Miss you
i miss you a lot
but i dont want to
you were the world to me
but you let me down
and now im down
sitting on the floor
with my head in my hands
waiting for you to come pick me up again
but then again thats when you left me
when i fell
when i was alone and i needed you
with my hands up hopeing for you to pull me back
but you didnt
you walked away
and when i found somone to help me back for only a second
you came to and noticed that you wern't the only one who could help
but now im here
sitting on the floor
with wishes of forgettence and hope of somthing new
becuse i now know that you
dont want anything to do
Innocent boylost feelings
leave me hung among dead bodies
and a hope that is never ending
just seems to bring more and more pain into this fragile life
Let things be the way they are i always say
let them become you and shape you
but shape is not a problem for me
its a problem for them
Last thoughts dangling the motion of the dead
realize that you may not be strong enough in this big place
but then again who knows
the shadows drip among the rest of us
and make us believe that we are no longer ourselves
pain and suffering wanders over me
like the wishes of an innocent child to be something
a fireman a police officer or the president
not who they are in 20 years
the shadows are unmistakeable
and shatter me faster than anything else
let them become me
and hold onto what i am now
shine and blur the lines of myself
and let me be something more than just an innocent boy
because that innocent boy inside does not want to be apart of thi
Who KnowsThe young boy walks down the halls,
with nothing but strange visions on his mind,
ones about life soon to come,
people soon to be,
With each scratch he has
with each stab his heart has taken
and with everyone surrounding him saying its going to be ok
what does he do
when he feels like they are lying to his face
what if things arn't going to be ok
what if they get worse
Being HumanWhen does being human come into how you feel about your life
is it when you have your heart broken for the first time
or is it when you find yourself crying
no because someone has died
but you have inside
When can we stand ourselves up like our old army men
and continue to fight the everlasting war we know as life
When does love no long become something you look forward to
but something to fear,
something that your afraid of?
Is it when you heart has broken so many times that it feels like sand running through your fingers
or is it when you cant smile anymore knowing you feel the way you do
because of what someone said or did
Well i guess we will all find out
for ourselves someday
but for now i'm going to sit
and be quiet
because all those feelings have come to a screeching hault
and l am unmistakably
Cold Hands, Warm HeartYou spent the day telling me
That I'm hot when I'm cold,
That I look pretty with my hair wet,
That I'm fast in water,
That I'm your little fishy,
As I sped through the river's current.
You cuddled me, hugged me,
I'm finally sure you love me,
And yet I manage to push you away.
You know my hands are freezing cold,
Did I warn you that my heart's the same?
Cold hands, warm heart, I've been told,
I guess for me, it's not the same.
I didn't believe in angels until I met you,
I know you're one.
But not the kind with wings or halos.
Your aura is woven with beams from the sun,
Yet I'm a dark creature, dwelling in shadows.
I'm sorry I got mad at you for a stupid little thing,
And I know my words sting.
I know my hands are freezing, and my heart's the same.
But I love you with a passion, and in my heart is a flame.
you tasted like mintI remember the way you stared into my eyes
in the front seat of your car.
Our favorite song was playing on the radio
and you were driving me home in the rain
because I didn't have anyone else who could give me a ride.
You parked your car in my drive way
and we watched the rain drops race down the windshield.
You had kissed me goodbye before I got out
and I waved as you drove away.
And for a while, it seemed like I couldn't get the taste
of your minty lips out of my mouth.
Sorry Only Says So MuchThere is a particular tension in the halls of a high school.
The eyes of two young souls meet-
Two lost souls.
One was broken beyond repair, with scars that would make the eyes of the strongest man drool.
One was the one who made that feet.
Two rotten souls.
When they see each other,
They both- at the very least the culprit-one- contort their chests.
They avert there eyes and their hearts drop.
It's like they want to cry from the pain,
But also from the joy of the past all over again.
Now the evil one,
The one who gave the other so much pain,
Stays up at night, torturing herself,
Clinging to torn pictures and rotten petals,
Listening to old songs and reading through old messages,
Regretting the past.
She knows she can't change what she's done.
She knows there won't be a reset this time.
It's just the most painful thought in her mind.
She wonders if the other ever thinks the same.
She wonders if the other ever utters her name.
There isn't much else she can do now to begin a friendship,
jawlinesher name was Jules-short-for-Julianne and she tasted of the grape gum that comes in packs of eight, the kind tucked away on the shelf at the Grocery & Gifts on 21st and Hawthorne,
and I didn’t know I was supposed to close my eyes.
she traced my spine with her teeth (I figure now she was trying to crack it open, let my marrow spill over her lips)
the stars leaning in when we kissed looked like rice, honest, not wishes or dreams or satellites,
two girls collided on a sidewalk, boots drenched in gasoline puddles that glistened scarlet aquamarine gold, trying to find something with their tongues
but we fooled nobody.
Ever Contemplating I have so many options,
but at the same time,
I have none.
As much as I wanna leave,
I think I might have to stay
right where I am.
someday it will happen:
we'll be on our own
you just have to wait.
I have to finish some things
before we can start:
before we can disappear
and live in our little shack
by the beach in paradise
with just enough to get by.
Playing music on the street
to get something to eat;
just to stay alive.
Although the melodies
keep our hearts beating
and the breaths we take going.
Screaming out our lungs
trying to bring back grunge,
with all our clothes
covered in studs.
Kaoru x Chubby reader: You're not fat.
You were hanging with at the Hitachiin mansion with the rest of the Host club members on a Friday night hanging out after a very long day at school.You were bullied at school but for a peculiar reason.You were a bit chubby.You weren't skinny,but you weren't fat either.Although,you do feel fat most of the time.Most girls at the school were- wait let me rephrase that,EVERY girl at the school was skinny except for you.You had trouble losing weight in the past.You had a strict diet and excercised daily.It was a very slow process but the pounds were skimming off....just not fast enough.Because of being chubby and being self consious you didn't have much friends.However,Kaoru Hitchiin was the first person to become your friend when you came to Ouran.You met the host club after that and became great friends.Haruhi and Kouya are the only ones who knew that you're being bullied by your weight but neither you or them really mentioned it much.You smiled lightl
send me letters instead of text messagesi.
hold me close to your heart;
make me laugh when i'm upset
and protect me when i feel scared.
make me feel like i'm
important to you.
send me letters in the mail
that contain poems that you wrote just for me
and tell me about how you go to
the bookstore every other weekend, hoping that
you can find something for me to read.
tell me about how you want to
go to college after we graduate
and study chemistry like you said you would,
and rant about how much you love science
even if i'm not interested in science,
because i love that you're so passionate about something
and i just love listening to your voice
when you're happy.
One of These DaysOne of these days
I’m going to walk up to you
And know exactly what to say.
The things is though,
You take my breath away
And I’m not good at conversation anyway.
One of these days
I’m going to walk up to you
And tell you exactly how I feel.
I’ll walk up to you
And have my words make you feel loved
Just like you do for me.
One of these days
I’m going to tell you
How happy you’ve made me
And what a difference you’ve made in my life
If only I could speak in poetry
Then I might be able to communicate better.
But I can’t
So I’ll just have to find a way to keep my words
When they aren’t on paper.
But I will
I’ll tell you
I’ll find a way to talk to you
One of these days.
Chapter 5 Love is complicated (Cilan x Reader)Chapter 5
Damn now what I can do, I’ll go take my brothers and Cheren and Bianca, Geez!! I’m so damn nervous of thinking what those weird guys will do to (y/n). I walked over the entrance of the Ferris wheel and took out my Pansage, ‘’ Well, I think it’s Investigation time! *takes detective hat out of nothing and put it on*, Pansage help me searching something weird or out of order, please’’ (More Cilan Like, I was making him too much OOC, shame on me -.-‘) he said as Pansage agree and started to look around the scene.
*Sniff, sniff* ‘’Hm….. Let’s see, I have smelled this essence before…… I know! As Caitlin says and psiquic type has a mystical and sweet scent, but not as sweet as a fairy type so definitely was a pure psiquic Pokémon that can learn teleport because of the sudden leave, Most of pokémon that learn Teleport have two types and the only one that is a non-legendary
And drives away...Arms reach around a body so confused with stress she had no where else to go
as warmth drifted from the boy to the girl she pushes away
scared and hopeless he drifts to the side, not knowing what to do
yet as the shadows race upon his heart so soft
she turns and with back faced she fills the void of him with nothing more than meaningless work and countless hours of careful study
with a darkness upon his heart, he turned back around and walked away
as cracks shift and mold inside of his heart with every step further away
he slithers back into the drivers seat of his car as tears well upon his face
and drives away....
yet with pedel to the floor, he wishes to see her face once again
for he loves her, and everything about her
yet as wind smacks the ever warm redness of his cheeks
he doesn't look back
he knows she does not understand what she does
he only wishes
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