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I don't see the point to why I exist, no one even knows I exist or cares enough to acknowledge me even if they do notice me sitting quietly in the corner. I envy the pretty girls they seem to have perfect lives, none of them show any signs of sadness and when they do the world stops to help nurse their wounds. Why cant I be as beautiful as them, they all have nice hair, pretty faces, and their clothes seem to never even touch the shelf before they own it, and when they do it makes everyone's heads turn to stare, then next thing you know all of them have it until the next one find something new to show off.
I hate the way I look, so I don't bother to apply make-up on in the morning or straighten my hair it's not like it is going to make me any prettier. My friends tell me that I am beautiful and I don't need to go to the extent the other girls do because I have a natural, simplicity about me which the guys find prettier anyway I'm just being a typical self-conscious teenager. But I don'
AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…
dead dog julyI.
the summer heat lays limp in the city’s lap,
breathing long oppressive breaths.
it does not even lift its lolling head
to bark out hoarse indignancy
when a strange man brings the mail.
there might be heavy rain today,
brought by some swollen, murmuring cloud.
the world will whirl and howl,
then settle down,
to die a little more.
o, quickly, love,
press your back against the wall in fear
as the universe spreads her arms and
shuts her eyes
and starts to summon the end of all things.
come with me
to the place of windows full of speechless afternoon
hot windy whispers of half-formed solutions and resolutions,
sweltering sunlit meadows we’ll wander and then forget.
o quickly, love,
let’s to the season of forgetting
and unwind all of our harshest memories
and fill the universe’s mouth
with mute cotton.
i’ll whisper these words to you some evening
with all my exigency in the hand i rest on your arm—
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