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Full Time Loversas magnetic as poetry,
your personality seeps out through your smile.
without a word you've established yourself as worthy of my time
cheap drinks and trashy bars may not be ideal for love,
but we came together nonetheless
the butterflies are endless
the fireworks don't cease
face it - your hand belongs in mine
you breathe so loudly when you eat
you always make a mess
your compliments are so cliché
but please don't let them stop
we both have our flaws
and we both have our quirks
....but in the end we make it work
tangled up in love with you
there's no place I'd rather be.
you are the Peter to my Lois
and don't you dare change that
deep fried chocolate and movie rentals
organic soda and hotel pens
we're making history every day
soft sweaters and confusing belts
thousands of fish and unanswered texts
let's take the bull by the horns
out of sight, out of mind?
or will distance make your heart grow fonder?
that's a chance I'm willing to take
you'll still be my love song
and you'll sti
The VerdictI am so much more than this place will let me be.
I am the creature of the night with a very troubled past.
I am the once naive angel who hungers for his touch.
I am the girl whose emotions are too large for her heart
and I am the one you never expect to cry
cheerful by popular demand
I'm sick of all these masks
playing dress-up with a smile is truly overrated
expose me for who I am
a collection of good intentions and low self-esteem
you have already broken many hearts
but all I leave are dents
I am the need to please in human form
yet all you have is doubt
...you'll choke on your own remorse before the day is through
give it up while you have a choice
you have already been convicted of the crime that never was.
try fidelity one more time and don't bother pleading the fifth
I will no longer be your alibi
you have already committed open heart purgery
AbusedHer breath painted a masterpiece along the icy windowpane as a faded memory had its way with her mother.
He was only supposed to exist in a fairytale gone wrong -- chilling stories told through shortened breaths and a persistent stutter.
Suddenly the life of her one and only guardian depended on her ability to pick a lock.
Normally being locked out would mean a break from reality -- a time out in the game of life.
Normally she patiently waited on the other side, knowing it would eventually be opened.
This time she wasn't so sure.
Fists of what she could've sworn were steel destroyed everything they touched.
The Midas touch had backfired and taken the form of her father.
We tell ourselves that we will be there for the people we love through thick and thin -- that we will protect them in their time of need.
It wasn't until today that she realized she really did love her mother.
Watching a fight scene too cruel for the cinema, all she wanted to do was go back in time.
...to tell her that
White Noiseyou're cynical
you're everything I'm not
religious cliches stay close to my heart
but to you they're just white noise
the sweet to your sour
the bark to your bite
I'm the joke that never gets old
life in the fast lane
slow in the sack
my self worth is no longer measured by your love
frugal with money and carefree with words,
it's okay to splurge on a muzzle
razor sharp eyes and silky smooth skin
oh wait, that wasn't you.
...smiles always fade just a little bit quicker when you were faking it all along.
make-ups and break-ups
these eyes have seen it all.
you'll wander in so unprepared,
and then I'll watch you fall.
EquationsI used to stalk the memory of you
now it's only sleep
I used to ache for just one kiss
now I've forgotten the taste
my pain might be stereotyped,
my emotions overlooked
...this is of little matter since you've given me immunity
blissful encounters and painful addictions,
you've taken it all away
the death of my soul gave birth to your ego
...I doubt you've gotten far
the possibility of re-incarnation keeps my optimism in check
but rest assured I'm not waiting on your call
once upon a time,
our lives were parallel.
now they're not even perpendicular.
rise over run,
at least my slope is positive.
mind over matter
head over heels
I fill my room with thoughts of you
to make it feel like heaven
to make it feel like home
you're number one on my to-do list
I can't stop driving
but there's nowhere to go
I can't stop crying
but there's no one to hold
excessive mixed signals and unspoken kind words
our friendship is nothing more than tear stains on bed sheets
our existence is nothing more than a lie
everything I've waited for is hidden in your smile
and every fantasy I've ever had is summarized by you
I can't break free of your spell
but I've never actually tried.
Cold Hands, Warm HeartYou spent the day telling me
That I'm hot when I'm cold,
That I look pretty with my hair wet,
That I'm fast in water,
That I'm your little fishy,
As I sped through the river's current.
You cuddled me, hugged me,
I'm finally sure you love me,
And yet I manage to push you away.
You know my hands are freezing cold,
Did I warn you that my heart's the same?
Cold hands, warm heart, I've been told,
I guess for me, it's not the same.
I didn't believe in angels until I met you,
I know you're one.
But not the kind with wings or halos.
Your aura is woven with beams from the sun,
Yet I'm a dark creature, dwelling in shadows.
I'm sorry I got mad at you for a stupid little thing,
And I know my words sting.
I know my hands are freezing, and my heart's the same.
But I love you with a passion, and in my heart is a flame.
you tasted like mintI remember the way you stared into my eyes
in the front seat of your car.
Our favorite song was playing on the radio
and you were driving me home in the rain
because I didn't have anyone else who could give me a ride.
You parked your car in my drive way
and we watched the rain drops race down the windshield.
You had kissed me goodbye before I got out
and I waved as you drove away.
And for a while, it seemed like I couldn't get the taste
of your minty lips out of my mouth.
Sorry Only Says So MuchThere is a particular tension in the halls of a high school.
The eyes of two young souls meet-
Two lost souls.
One was broken beyond repair, with scars that would make the eyes of the strongest man drool.
One was the one who made that feet.
Two rotten souls.
When they see each other,
They both- at the very least the culprit-one- contort their chests.
They avert there eyes and their hearts drop.
It's like they want to cry from the pain,
But also from the joy of the past all over again.
Now the evil one,
The one who gave the other so much pain,
Stays up at night, torturing herself,
Clinging to torn pictures and rotten petals,
Listening to old songs and reading through old messages,
Regretting the past.
She knows she can't change what she's done.
She knows there won't be a reset this time.
It's just the most painful thought in her mind.
She wonders if the other ever thinks the same.
She wonders if the other ever utters her name.
There isn't much else she can do now to begin a friendship,
jawlinesher name was Jules-short-for-Julianne and she tasted of the grape gum that comes in packs of eight, the kind tucked away on the shelf at the Grocery & Gifts on 21st and Hawthorne,
and I didn’t know I was supposed to close my eyes.
she traced my spine with her teeth (I figure now she was trying to crack it open, let my marrow spill over her lips)
the stars leaning in when we kissed looked like rice, honest, not wishes or dreams or satellites,
two girls collided on a sidewalk, boots drenched in gasoline puddles that glistened scarlet aquamarine gold, trying to find something with their tongues
but we fooled nobody.
Ever Contemplating I have so many options,
but at the same time,
I have none.
As much as I wanna leave,
I think I might have to stay
right where I am.
someday it will happen:
we'll be on our own
you just have to wait.
I have to finish some things
before we can start:
before we can disappear
and live in our little shack
by the beach in paradise
with just enough to get by.
Playing music on the street
to get something to eat;
just to stay alive.
Although the melodies
keep our hearts beating
and the breaths we take going.
Screaming out our lungs
trying to bring back grunge,
with all our clothes
covered in studs.
Kaoru x Chubby reader: You're not fat.
You were hanging with at the Hitachiin mansion with the rest of the Host club members on a Friday night hanging out after a very long day at school.You were bullied at school but for a peculiar reason.You were a bit chubby.You weren't skinny,but you weren't fat either.Although,you do feel fat most of the time.Most girls at the school were- wait let me rephrase that,EVERY girl at the school was skinny except for you.You had trouble losing weight in the past.You had a strict diet and excercised daily.It was a very slow process but the pounds were skimming off....just not fast enough.Because of being chubby and being self consious you didn't have much friends.However,Kaoru Hitchiin was the first person to become your friend when you came to Ouran.You met the host club after that and became great friends.Haruhi and Kouya are the only ones who knew that you're being bullied by your weight but neither you or them really mentioned it much.You smiled lightl
send me letters instead of text messagesi.
hold me close to your heart;
make me laugh when i'm upset
and protect me when i feel scared.
make me feel like i'm
important to you.
send me letters in the mail
that contain poems that you wrote just for me
and tell me about how you go to
the bookstore every other weekend, hoping that
you can find something for me to read.
tell me about how you want to
go to college after we graduate
and study chemistry like you said you would,
and rant about how much you love science
even if i'm not interested in science,
because i love that you're so passionate about something
and i just love listening to your voice
when you're happy.
One of These DaysOne of these days
I’m going to walk up to you
And know exactly what to say.
The things is though,
You take my breath away
And I’m not good at conversation anyway.
One of these days
I’m going to walk up to you
And tell you exactly how I feel.
I’ll walk up to you
And have my words make you feel loved
Just like you do for me.
One of these days
I’m going to tell you
How happy you’ve made me
And what a difference you’ve made in my life
If only I could speak in poetry
Then I might be able to communicate better.
But I can’t
So I’ll just have to find a way to keep my words
When they aren’t on paper.
But I will
I’ll tell you
I’ll find a way to talk to you
One of these days.
Chapter 5 Love is complicated (Cilan x Reader)Chapter 5
Damn now what I can do, I’ll go take my brothers and Cheren and Bianca, Geez!! I’m so damn nervous of thinking what those weird guys will do to (y/n). I walked over the entrance of the Ferris wheel and took out my Pansage, ‘’ Well, I think it’s Investigation time! *takes detective hat out of nothing and put it on*, Pansage help me searching something weird or out of order, please’’ (More Cilan Like, I was making him too much OOC, shame on me -.-‘) he said as Pansage agree and started to look around the scene.
*Sniff, sniff* ‘’Hm….. Let’s see, I have smelled this essence before…… I know! As Caitlin says and psiquic type has a mystical and sweet scent, but not as sweet as a fairy type so definitely was a pure psiquic Pokémon that can learn teleport because of the sudden leave, Most of pokémon that learn Teleport have two types and the only one that is a non-legendary
high on life and more than a little love drunk,
our hiatus has reached an end
you've worn out my heart --
it keeps finding its way back into my throat
you've worn out my stomach --
the butterflies still refuse to leave
your kiss reminds me that I'm capable of falling in love
...all over again with you
I'm a work in progress,
you're an overlooked masterpiece
a man with a message,
you're making great time
the sinners have it easy,
it's the saints who do the work
I won't close you in and I won't cut you out
(please do me the same courtesy)
our love is so comfortable
...and this is how it's supposed to be.
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