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Universe In My MindAn endless mind
To which it knows no limit
I escaped, leaving reality behind
In this new world, I no longer felt timid
The comets passing above head
The moon beneath where I stepped
To a world of imagination I fled
And among the stars I slept
I drifted away, to a universe of its own
Dreaming of the sun bathed in gold
Exploring further, I delved deep into the unknown
Seeking for what my imagination will behold
An infinite galaxy, I was a star among billions
Words painted a picture to my vision
I drifted to reality, left only with a gift worth giving
muddy sheepsuicide boys
unafraid of dying young
chain smoking vandals
waiting for a reason
trigger happy combustion
to tinder box hearts
half lidded and milky
behind burnt hands
counting on the cancer
running, always running
wrinkles and the like
delicate breast bone left ajar
Darker today.There is nothing more terrifying
Than looking at yourself
And wondering how
You could love
There is nothing more dark
Than looking at yourself
And feeling like
You are just
It's a livingI have a tourniquet a needle and some coffee
I can´t sleep, I don´t want to, you can´t make me
I don´t need to rest, these dreams aren´t even worth it
They are just earth worm drivel that my mind produces way to inconsistent
To not give a fuck about my happiness is something my teachers taught me
Work ethic like an office cubicle mutant with a constantly melting bum knee
I have a gun named Final Option that is best friends with my whiskey concoctions
It gives a cold feeling every time I push a part of my heart inside of that bottle
Give me another cigarette before sunrise
Because I need another factor to lower life signs
I truly wasted my youth collecting tear sacs
But I can´t think of something to regret. Imagination lacks
I have a tourniquet a needle and some coffee
I can´t sleep because I was told not to leave
I have sewn myself by the cranium to this desk
This is my home and prison, where nothing has meant something yet.
The unity of humanity...The unity of humanity is found in the space of our individual perspectives. an unobstructed view from above, Always reveals the truth below..Teaching is the sharing of truth. Learning is the acceptance of knowledge. two things are constant in life. Resistance and perseverance, we all exhibit and reflect both. When we accept the enlightening truth of our energy and being, we find inspiration to make a positive difference not only to ourselves but to others as well..Life is a ride through the physical dimension, the thing we all seem to forget is that its not the route of our path so much as the perspective of our journey. With a proper perspective the road is as clear as our destination..The traffic of our life is caused by negative emotions and denial of the truth. These are formed by uncontrolled Ego's and self-righteous perspectives. Without strife there is only love and conscious awareness of the elements in life.One breath circulates through the lungs of humanity, The purity of our
Dead EndYour warmth on a cold road
Spill some of that quick wit
To fix your flat hair
What’s one more split end?
A kind heart now spread thin
Same Old - Same OldEveryone faced
with an impossible life situation,
will constantly hear the same advice:
that success is all about attitude & motivation.
Just like true-believers
in snake oil & so-called 'alternative medicines'
can never be budged from their script:
'If you can believe it, you can achieve it!'
No matter what the actual reality of a situation is.
But when cracks appear
in that unbreakable façade
and they realise that ignoring
& denying the truth will only get them so far;
there's always the passive-aggressive
retreat position of:
'I think you forget how lucky you really are!'
But such an argument
is both weak & lazy
because no matter who you are
or what you do,
if you look around your community
or the world as a whole,
there's always someone else,
who's worse off than you.
& being made to feel guilty for all of your blessings,
isn't much of a motivation to try & succeed-
if anything, all it really does
is to make you feel worse;
and that your
so-called 'blessings' wer
Laughter @ Costthe man who's laughin' hardest, he's just tryin' not to scream.
he hides a breakdown in the punchline w/ the mantra on repeat,
saying: "Men don't cry. Don't hurt. Chin high.
Strong men are made of marble; only stoicism thrives.
So fill your belly up w/ laughter,
Fill your palm w/ your fingertips,
Square your shoulders; firm handshakes never give an inch,"
guillotine tip of tortured tongue,
or metacarpal fracture punching holes in the drywall.
starless city nights impede a never-never casting call...
You ain't gotta grow up, but you oughtta grow hard
because the measure of a man, they say's a tally of his scars
& how far he'll go to hide those that still bleed
--bleach on his shell-toes, ammonia underneath the sink (he)
speaks in "Hell-no's" to hotlines redialed from his sleepless
concrete mattress, velcro sheets,
beneath an airwave blanket, Jesus leaflets,
cover stories, storied stoner meekness,
step up!“step up! step up! hear da glass clink!”
blot out the world in the wake of a drink
“step up! step up! hear your lungs roar!”
free ‘em from your ribs forevermore
“step up! step up! no time to waste!”
leave ‘em behind, the lives which you’ve graced
“step up! step up! feel yer body adrift!”
was it fair your life ended, so quick ‘n so swift?
“step up! step up! a quick one-way cruise!
on da highway to hell, there’s no time to lose!”
five.Five is the number of times you worry he’s stopped breathing, as the surgeons carve around his heart, twisting away the plaque ridden arteries, and pulling a vein out of his leg. Five is the number of heart wrenching hours you and your family were waiting in the hospital room, worried that your lives would crumble, that there would be five members of the family instead of six, that five days out of the week he would not come home for dinner, that five kisses from him would no longer be given to his wife and four children. Five was the amount of fingernails you bit off while watching people enter and exit the waiting room, and the amount of minutes your mother spent on the phone, explaining that something was wrong. Five is the critical difference between holding a father’s hand as your mother cries into his heart shaped pillow. The difference between rejoicing and smiling weakly because he’s okay or carrying your father’s American-flag-covered-casket and watchin
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