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glass shardDas Blut floss ihren Arm entlang.
Es zeichnete eine deutliche Spur auf ihre verletzte Haut.
Es zeichnete die Spur, die die Ereignisse ihres Lebens in ihrer Seele hinterlassen hatten. Das Blut tropfte auf den Boden.
Es sammelte sich an einer Stelle und bildete eine Pfütze.
Diese Stelle nannte sie ihr Herz.
Plötzlich brach ein Tropfen die ebenmäßige Oberfläche der Pfütze und zerriss sie.
Ihr Herz zersprang in ihrer Brust.
Die Glasscherbe fiel zu Boden und die Augen des Mädchens schlossen sich.
Ihre Seele entwich dem Körper und stieg auf.
Sie trat den direkten Weg in die Hölle an.
CalzonaCalzona is a word which describes the best couple all over the world
Calzona means: Calliope & Arizona forever together
Calzona is my favourite word because it stands for real love
Love between two beautiful people
I would die for their love
They are still wonderful together
♥ I love them ♥
I can not be there for herIt breaks my heart .......
I have many worries and problems but right now I would like nothing more than to take her easy in the arm and press her firmly. I suffer every day, every hour, every minute and every second with her. I feel connected me with her, even though I see her rarely and I often miss her. I know that we will remain friends forever, no matter what. Friendship means today to be there in good times and bad times. She makes the time a very difficult phase and I can not be there for her. That´s it what kills me....
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
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
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.
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.
Ich liebe dichEs ist das Wort am stillen Ort
Das die Ruhe bricht
Es ist ein Lächeln das ich seh
Ein Lächeln in deinem Gesicht
Es ist deine Hand die mir Sicherheit gibt
Deine Hand die in meiner liegt
Es ist deine Stimme die zu mir spricht
Sie erzählt mir ein schönes Gedicht
Es sind deine Augen in die ich seh
Deine Augen sie glänzen im Licht
Es ist genau das was ich an dir lieb
Du liebst mich und ich liebe dich
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