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color coded01. ice blue
Icicles cling to the shingles in the summer suburbia;
whistle wind chimes tuned to the beating of frost sparkles
of burning cold and stinging eyes
snowflakes contorted from extinguished hearths and skewed cigarettes;
so sorry; I ate their tears with my eardrums
it's the frostbite
I murdered one right after the other
One cried nightfall
The other screamed sunset
03. deep violet
Illuminated sparklers signal to painted cousins
the looking glass blinked though, and they ran away in disheartened.
I wonder if the lemons are just as sour in Constantinople or as bitter in
Fireflies never stay long in Detroit.
04. solid green
A twist and a turn
the broken pinball machine has seen enough
eyelashes to wish cardboard forests from smoke clouds
but I never ceased to abhor; the burlesque puppet dances
russian roulette and laughs
nine of fifty four
05. murky grey
The December dusk is not lampshade
for the jack-o-lantern beneath my door
new turns old on
gravityWhen I was a little girl in red rubber boots
I believed I would change the world
My mother blamed my grandma
who read to me every night in a rick-rockety chair of princesses and dragons, stars and magic
My father blamed my imagination
& too much television for a little girl who lived in the weeds and oak branches
They told me that no matter how high I stood off the ground
all things eventually fall back to where they belong
Gravity is the reason we are alive, they said
we are all made of the earth' s crumblings
"But what if I am made of clouds?"
& they laughed in the whimsical tone as parents love
Prove me wrong, they told me, exchanging glances
& I tumbled boulders down my shoulders, and floated an inch up to tommorrow
CondenseCan you hear them from your speakers?
complaining while maintaining
multiple online personas
drowning in useless megabytes
neck just barely above the
torrent of the social me-
dia movement breathing in
way of life on their fifteen
inch screens addicted to
the filtered medica-
tion they are gobbling
down like guppies in a
fish tank of which glass
walls are created
of what they forged from
their minds to forget
why all the facts
were there in the
for them to breathe
in all that is
and want nothing
we all fall downstars plunk into my mug
between gulps of cosmic tea -
and impressions of radio static (lyre songs)
run through dreamcatchers;
comet residue seeping the kerosine
spoonfuls / velvet geyser blitz
stirred with broken compass strings
they bob like smelting meteor chips-
a sip might make you
but that's not my story to tell
How to enervate an egotistic entityDo you have that insolent acquaintance who does not feel the need to shut up, like ever? Does he/she/it gloat constantly about themselves to the whole of the general populace, and their mothers? Frankly, are they and their garrulous garbling getting on your nerves? If you answered yes to any of these questions, the following solutions may prove effect for any mortal in need of a pedestal chiseler.
THE FASHIONABLE METHOD
Subject must be four legged and furry. Must enjoy cold nights, frosty winters, and the general extreme conditions. Sharp teeth and claws are optional.
Step One, find a dragon. Must be of terrorizing capabilities, or method will not proceed as directed. Fire breathing and acid spitting varieties are preferred.
Step Two, anger the dragon. Additional bystanders (helpless villagers, royalty) must be present. Tail stepping is not encouraged. If followed through properly, a hero will emerge on scene.
moon glimmer1. roses pressed in the pages of moleskins
locked in towers of molten deserts
half-souled butterflies wings crisp in
night's frost. they never stood a chance.
2. sunflowers in the palms of undulated lovers
mutilated and torn apart limbs skew
the sun-litten dungeon floor littered
with leprechaun flecks too late for any
serendipity. they lacked resilience.
3. tulips in earthen thrones disdained
yet refrained their aloof unseeing eyes from them
and stared through their glazed reflection
searching for utopia. the sun-litten glare
up heaved cowardice from withering
lay petaled corpses upon earthen thrones.
they were too incompetent.
4. cabbage patch children crying pity
fleas and gnats repossess stolen property
the tyrant smiles down at his faithful subjects
and gazes at the ones beyond his reach. they
have known nothing else.
5. piranha has a heart shanked by hatred and
mistrust banished by her Jimeny Cricket to
donkey-land where the fleas and gnats fear to venture
;for her yearning and sk
how very augusti.
hour hands make bad company august,
just trust me on this, the leaves
are falling, and the sky might as well be
so it won't be long before we're all
wound-rotten apple cores.
you weren't there last summer when
we stole apollo's chariot and crashed it
into a hoarfrost glen burning all the
little bambis - june and july forgot the
anatomy of a sunrise and splattered dayshine
everywhere except the operating table -
it was months before we stitched the woodwork
into a knitted sweater. we went outside to
find the sun exactly where we left it.
every time we met you, you shook, not benignly,
but in a fierce tremble that crinkled your timid skin
into a gradient of slightly forgotten spring bruises.
it reminded me that all your hair is going
to fall out sometime soon.
yesterday, there was a butterscotch seedling in my throat;
it wasn't that bad - I needed something small and sad and shivering
to grow in the flower pot anyways.
your friends were at my doorstep today, september,
acetell the cloudwalker
it's really a sidewalk-
the world's different up there
when you don't wake
with concrete chips in your coffee cup
and a pinch of monday
tell them, dreams are different
on the asphalt. down here
all our pilots crash land --
remembrance is as far as the blue
trodden fields we once walked
and as cherished as a sweep
above our all-knowing eyes
keysI've gotta keyring hangin' on a golden chain
all ten thousand be callin' my name
screaming bloody mary brass buttons
because, I didn't know what the keyhole was
I've got them keys of all different hues
silvers and tinders, browns and blues
and they cue for me to pick up a handle
jingling and clanking, they continue to dangle
I've got keys for all different doors
ordinary and funky bits, shapes galore
each believes they got the cock,
they're the answer to the unspeakable lock
I've gotta keyring on a golden chain
but all the doors have got some different frames
and if I walk through one, I'd miss an other
all my keys will frown at each other
I've got the keys to everything, brotha'
but my problem lies in another
I've got so many keys for many so nocks
but I don't know which door to unlock
It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.
It’s an overwhelming feeling.
That is made to be appealing
And you can’t help revealing,
The doubts you are concealing.
It’s an undefined dimple
And a well known jingle.
But only when you are single
Does it all seem so simple.
It is one of life’s many gifts,
That empowers and uplifts
And can lead you adrift.
Should you miss your shift.
It is impossible to describe it.
It is impossible to fight it.
Because once it is ignited
And once you have tried it.
It will take your independence.
You will become used to its presence.
You will become addicted to its essence
And include it at the end of your every sentence.
It exists even in the hearts of its haters.
It is a taste even they will savour
And although its duration wavers.
There will never be a feeling that is greater.
Everything I have said and more.
I am merely repeating what you already know.
I'm SorryI’m Sorry
As I sit here looking at this pile of laundry I realize how good I have it,
Some people can’t even do the simplest of things, can’t hear nor see,
Can’t feel, can’t eat, and can’t sleep; those people are actually sick,
I’m sorry for being selfish and impatient because I know fate is never late, I just want what’s mine early
I’m still learning and I’m still trying to improve, I’m sorry for the future missteps I’m bound to make,
And I know you wear your heart on your sleeve,
So that’s why I try so damn hard to make sure yours is safe
And I know I may say or do thing wrong things at times so I really am sorry,
But just know my heart is always in the right place and I’ll always try to make sure you’re okay,
And maybe that isn’t even my job, but I do it because I consider you family and want us both happy,
And I know I’m probably too much at times, but I
Vibrant FallAutumn memories stimulate
under a cardinal-colored tree,
where the relentless wind
once twisted my hair.
The sound of church bells
always encompassed me,
as I sunk into my scarf
to obstruct the bitter air.
And as I read my books,
tales of murder mysteries,
I would begin to take in
the perplexing sights.
And the satisfying taste
of home-cooked ravioli
would warm my stomach
from the chill of the night.
And although the fall time
speaks of an eerie scene,
my train of thought still
consistently turns back -
To the memories resting
under that ravishing tree,
where puzzles of the day
would slowly unpack.
HarborShe'll have blue eyes
for the seagulls
because she'll know how it must be
to fly in the salt-kissed air
and only see water for miles
and love it.
she'll want to taste the ocean
in the wind,
a particle of Calypso's tears
for every life lost at sea
and she'll want to save every snail and turtle
she can get her long, pale, fingers on.
She'll never wear shoes
because she'll need to feel the sand
hugging her toes on the shore
the damp ocean water tenderly touching
her bare ankles.
She'll chase after the water-line
more than she chases her dreams
because perhaps a life underwater
is her dream.
There will be something
about the way she stands to face
the Atlantic and Pacific
that will make you think
she stands on twin wooden pillars.
And her smile that will look out
to the fading and shining horizon
will remind you about her
and how every faint sound she makes
is like the slits and cracks and whispers
of the boardwalk.
Navy men and Sailors will ask her
for her na
Echoing realitiesSometime I think about those parallel worlds
we birth upon decisions.
(the flickers in the corner of our eyes
stretching out into
the space between spaces)
I’d like to think that for every me,
there is still a you.
I'll Be ThereI'll be there for you,
No matter what.
When no one cares for you,
When no one loves you,
When no one wants you,
When no one has time,
When no one will save you,
When no one is left,
I'll be there.
You're never truly alone.
They will all leave you.
He will leave you.
Only I will always be there.
Spirited WatersIf the oceans could sing
about deep eternal bliss,
then I think they'd bring
a sweet melody of this...
a symphony of our love
through the thick and thin,
a chorus from high above
that joins our hearts within.
We may be apart for now,
but there's something more
that the universe holds true,
a sentiment worth waiting for.
So forget the pain my dear,
for all the oceans still ring
with the hopeful harmony
that someday they might sing.
Telling Childhood Goodnight.They were the fearless whispers through the starless night.
They were the pounding feet through the cobbled streets,
Screaming out for everything.
They were the fleeting memories of a time long gone by,
Blown away in the wind to a far away sky,
Where the air is cold and the stars never shine.
Memories leave their traces behind,
The scars on my legs from a day long gone by.
I was climbing a rock,
That would forever leave me with a flaw.
They were the youthful cries, screaming out.
They were the glowing eyes, on a fearless march,
Racing down the cobbled streets, blazing out for all to see.
The beacon of light that is now dying out,
I never wanted it to go away.
Everything is changing at a speed I can’t match,
I am drifting further every day.
It makes me want to cry that the best and worst days of my life,
Are being pushed away with every day that passes by.
I want to hold on
But each day I lose more ground.
Soon they will be gone without even a sound.
I WonderI wonder if you think of me.
I wonder how you really see.
I don't see how you could care.
What you did just isn't fair.
You've given me so much pain.
I'm going even more insane.
I don't think I'll ever be okay.
I will think of you everyday.
Part of me prays for you.
I know it's so wrong to do,
But still I want you so bad.
You are the best thing I ever had.
You made me feel so much bliss.
I never will get over this.
Looking for some kind of cure.
Why can't it be back like before?
You said that we would together.
Friendship would last forever.
Without you I said I'd be dead.
At least that would be in your head.
yesterday i met spidermanYesterday I met Spiderman
in second period no less
chewing cherry bubble gum
which he proceeds to stick it on his desk
I think I also saw Batman
perhaps the day before
dark alley; black hoodie;
weed strewn up on the floor
I see the Flash,
everyday on the track
in those commercial breaks
sports drink in hand, his agent patting his back
Iron Man rescues stockbrokers a lot
to him its no bother
If Superman drunk a little less
he might realize he had a daughter
Green Lantern's dishin' out diamonds
Wolverine's butcherin' them fruits
Mr. Fantastic's lies are elastic
Wonder Woman's acting is ecstatic
And never forget Dick Grayson's
Yesterday I met Spiderman
who I sit behind,
but yesterday I met
who showed that little girl where her mother was
with the map you picked off the bottom of that desk
and shined it off with your shirt, and in the mirror, she smiled
And I think that's the most super power of all.
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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