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Mon lys / My lilyJe t’ai vu une nuit en Octobre. I saw you one night in October.
Je t’ai vu dans la foule I saw you in the crowd
comme un bourgeon de lys like a lily bud
entre d'innombrables brins d'herbe. in the middle of countless blades of grass.
Mais l'Hiver est venu trop vite. But Winter came too soon.
Tu as caché sous la neige You hid under the snow
et tout ce que j'ai encore and all that's left to me
est seulement une anonyme mer d'herbe. it's just a sea of grass.
As a waveAs a wave you always come back
And I can't help but sit on the shore.
Small, at start.
A fresh touch
Over my tired feet.
Again and again you're coming back,
Every time from further afar
And with bigger strength.
As the violence increase
I know I should run,
But your touch is so sweet
I'm not afraid to die.
You leave and then come back
To pull me down harder and harder.
Soon you'll carry me
Where the sun doesn't shine
Where the water's most deep,
I will stay forever.
While you come and go from the shore.
In my secret gardenThere is a place,
in the back of our hearts,
where all our dreams
bloom like roses in May.
In that secret garden
of hopes and reveries
I will forever remember you
and forever say
"I love you".
Fading awayYou're fading, fading away
as the sun under the sea.
As the stars behind a cloud.
As the waves on the sea shore.
As the rain in the ocean.
As the dream after the night.
As the child in a man's soul.
As the words of a goodbye.
As the touch of a past love.
As the life on a death bed.
You're fading, fading away
In thousands, different ways.
The hedgehogs dramaI saw you alone,
that dark dark night,
in the middle of the field
surrounded by wild grass
and dying trees.
I walked towards you
when you looked at me,
and got closer
when you called me.
I reached for you in the night,
but my touch made you crawl
and, when I felt the pain,
I couldn't help but crawl myself.
Here we are now.
Two dying hedgehogs
laying on a field.
Crucified by our own needles,
for simply trying
to find some tenderness.
If I'll leave youIf I'll leave you,
I'll leave behind the scent of mine
and the mark of my fingertips
on your skin.
When I'll leave you,
I'll bring with me your hasty words
and your fierce look.
Then I'll leave you,
and you'll leave a hole in my heart
and a scar on my soul.
And when I'll forget you,
I'll have forgotten myself.
I once had a dreamI once had a dream
of you and me on the shore.
You were holding my hand tight.
I did not wish for more.
The wind was singing its songs
and the waves caressed my feet.
You started stroking my hair,
then turned around and gave me a kiss.
The closer we got,
the sweeter the air became,
but when our lips touched
I woke up, alone, in my bed.
Good nightCome to me all-desired night,
bring me dreams of bliss and joy,
cradle me in your embrace
and make the wake faint in sleep.
Come to me all-desired night
and silence all the voices.
Paint with darkness all the lights
and relieve the brain from thoughts.
Come to me all-desired night,
let me see the one I love,
hear the voice I cannot hear,
feel the touch I so longed for.
The windAt start it was a sweet breath,
a simple, gentle blow.
The breath then became a wind
that lightly caressed my cheeks.
Only then the tempest came
and dragged along my heart too.
Fu dapprima un alito dolce,
un semplice soffio gentile.
Il soffio si tramutò in vento
che lieve mi accarezzò il viso.
Tempesta arrivò solo dopo
e trascinò con sé il mio cuore.
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
surgeryi promised not to scar
my skin. so i cut out my
brain and hurled it into
just like cancer, the worst of me is dead.
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
Vanishing starI saw a star in the blackest night
And I reached for it, jumping high.
As jumps were not enough, I had to take flight
And venture in the dark, following the light.
Travelling in the dark was scary,
But the truth is that I never got weary.
Against all odds I fought with great bravery,
To reach for that star that was my fairy.
But when I thought that I could catch her,
Suddenly her light started to blur.
And as my hand reached for the last vanishing spark
There I was, left alone in the dark.
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