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The High LifeBeing high is an experience that cannot be explained.
You have to take that hit to feel it yourself.
That overwhelming tingling sensation in every cell of your body,
It's like all of you is vibrating lightly.
That loss of control in your mind,
You think of something to say,
And end up saying something else and thinking
"Why can't I form a sentence?"
But on the outside your just giggling.
I would never promote the use of marijuana,
In fact, I hate the shit.
I hate not knowing what my brain will do next,
I hate not being able to control my hands,
Or my words.
I hate feeling like I'm constantly underwater,
Or maybe in a trance,
Like when you just wake up from a deep sleep and you aren't concious yet.
It's kind of like that,
But for hours.
Then when you come off the high,
You wish you were right back on.
You feel tired,
Maybe even a little sick if you were that high.
When you're high,
You have no self control.
What's not to hate about myself.I am not skinny,
I am not tall,
I have acne,
I have a crooked smile.
I'm not always smiling,
And my hair can be a mess,
I'm not always liked,
I'm always stressed.
I have no real friends,
No one to be there for me,
I'm always ignored,
I always get asked to leave.
I'm not cared about,
By anyone else except my family,
Society sees me as a burden,
What's so wrong with me?
People say I'm fat,
I'm a bitch,
I'm a whore,
I'm too short,
I'm a whale,
I'm everything they hate.
So I guess if everyone hates me,
What's not to hate about myself?
I had to say hello.She was guarded, love never was an option. She was the woman alone at the cafe, her hair in a bun with glasses on.
No one bothered to say hello, until one day a young man walked by the cafe window and saw her sitting there, reading a novel in the sunlight. Somehow the light glowed off of her skin in such a way, that he had to say hello.
He turned right around and marched into that cafe and walked right up behind her. But he was frozen, she seemed so confident, so sure of herself sitting there with her mocha. He couldn't muster up the words to say to her, nothing seemed right.
He stood there for a good five minutes, she never noticed because she was so deeply engrossed with her novel.
Finally he felt that confidence she exuded hit him in a big wave.
"Fifteen seconds" he thought, "That's all I need to win her heart."
He sat across from her and looked at her gorgeous face. She was so plainly beautiful that it almost took his breath away. Her cheekbones held high upon her face, and her lip
All I have is silence. You always came back. After every fight, every stressful moment, every time. You always called me to say:
"Baby, I'm sorry. I don't like when we fight." Then we would talk about other things. You always would text me, or apologize. Or maybe forgave my apology when I gave one, which was often.
But this time feels different. It feels wrong.
Because after this fight I didn't get a call.
I didn't get a text.
I didn't get an apology, or forgiveness.
I got silence.
I feel numb. That expression people say "You never know what you have 'till it's gone" is so terribly true to me now.
I miss when you would make me smile, I miss hearing your voice, I miss our funny conversations.
I even miss our constant fighting, I always felt like no matter what we would fight for each other. Because we both cared about the other so m
I'd like to compliment that smile.He threw her away without a care,
Like the way you feel in the summer air,
Not a glance back,
He didn't care and that was a fact.
At first she had nowhere to go,
Her life dragging by so slow,
Then she found a lonely child,
Looking for a purpose or a smile.
She came on in,
Said "Hello my friend"
The child looked around,
But not a soul to be found.
He then saw a woman on the street,
She had confidence in her feet,
He brightened his frown,
And resembled a clown.
"Excuse me miss" He stuttered,
"But I wanted to compliment that smile" his heart fluttered,
The woman blushed,
"Thank you oh so much!"
They walked off together,
As she sat by with her eyes getting wetter,
"Why everyone else, but not me?" She groaned,
She felt she will always be alone.
Truly AloneLoneliness hurts.
I haven't felt truly alone for two whole years and then bam.
I walked alone through the halls, keeping my head down
Trying to hide my puffy eyes,
My red face.
I held my books close, and kept my hood up.
You never realize how alone you are,
Until your crying.
No one talks to you,
No one tries to hug you,
No one even looks at you.
Thats when you know that you have no true friends.
No one there to hold your hand and keep their shoulder open,
Just for your tears.
No one there to tell you its okay.
Thats the day I realized that I was all alone,
And after it was over,
I didn't trust any of my friends the same again.
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
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
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,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
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.
Today.Today I spent my lunch in a bathroom stall.
No one asked where I was.
No one asked if I was okay.
Today, I cried silently.
No one gave me a hug.
No one gave me a tissue.
Today I walked all alone.
No one said hello.
No one even looked at me.
Today I had to endure pain all by myself.
No one would have cared if I died or not.
Transformers: We Came in WarTransformers: We Came in War
Setting: Sometime during the Bay films
Characters: Optimus Prime
We came to this planet because ours was gone.
The quest for power consumed our home. The need for domination destroyed us. Still we live, and yet there is a piece in each of us that has been decimated forever. We will never recover what we have lost.
I look down upon this planet, and I wonder why we try.
It is evident by now that we have lost the capacity for peace. War follows in our wake. We came to retrieve the AllSpark, which has long since been lost, and we are still here. All that came of attempting to revive our planet was the relocation of the war from our planet of death to this planet of life. There is so much life on this planet. All of it we have sworn to protect. This is the promise we have made to them. But the promise would not need to have been made if we had never co
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