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HugHer hair was tangled and messy, her face without makeup.
She looked tired, she looked worn. Even in her sleep.
The day had been hard and long and she was tired.
After work, she'd made dinner for herself and her teenage daughter.
They had enjoyed the meal and watched their favorite show after.
But then the day caught up with her, and she had gone to sleep.
She woke up later on. It was dark outside and the nightstand clock said 3 AM.
At first, she couldn't understand what had waken her, until she heard a sound.
A muffled scream. She quickly got up and ran to her daughter's room. She knocked.
She could hear sobbing from inside.
"Sweetie, can I come in?" She asked with a soft voice.
"I'm fine, go away." Her daughter was sobbing and the woman's heart ached.
She opened the door and saw her daughter with mascara running down her cheeks.
The pillow was covered in tears and worn makeup.
"Come here." She sat down on the bed and pulled her daughter in to a hug.
"I'm here." She knew her
Once, Twice, More.Every once in a while, we find something that makes our heart pump.
It excites us, and we love the feeling.
Then, sometimes, the feeling fade, and no matter how you turn, it's gone.
You seem to forget the way it felt, the moments you loved.
And all you're left with, is wonder.
You want to know what made it fade.
Why it's not with you.
And how you can get it back.
Sometimes, you can get it back. It takes work, effort.
Other times. It's just not right.
You know, for sure, that it won't return, not like it started.
And no matter how much of yourself you put in to it, you feel it.
It's already lost, and you know it.
But your body won't forget how that felt, your body wants to find it again.
And thus, you'll search, and recognize it when it comes back to you.
It'll be good. It'll be right.
Sometimes, I think back to my past.
Mostly, it's like a dream, fading away from me already seconds after it's passed.
But there are moments where I remember clearly.
In moment like these, like right now, I can remember how it was like in a time I felt the same way.
I remember when I was fourteen, how I felt when I left school, how lonely my heart was.
I can feel it right now, and I remember so clearly.
I remember when I was down, I cried for hours.
One day, I promised myself I wouldn't live to turn fifteen, I didn't feel the need to grow up, to gain wisdom. And I didn't see a meaning to life.
I can recall every tear from that night, my own confusion and how I denied that I just wanted to be saved. How I needed someone to see and understand how I felt, the misery inside me.
Barely two months later, I didn't even remember my own promise, it was like it had never existed.
I had made a friend, someone who captivated me and made me smile and gave me hope.
I didn't realize it when it hap
FallThe scream from my throat.
I can hear it, every step down the stairs.
I throw myself after the pink figure falling down.
Bump. Bump. Bump.
From the top to the bottom of the stairs.
My heart race with the fear,
with the fear for the figure.
My heart screams.
As the figure lands at the bottom.
A baby's scream in my ear as she's picked up.
Her grannie is there, comforting her.
The danger passed, but that's just one of many.
A danger passed, and left my heart shaking.
Just a Nobodywhy is it, that whenever I find something important to me, someone else spoils it and let me alone..
I've never asked to be raised to be who I am today, I've never asked to be born this way, in fact, if I could choose, I'd choose another life, with different lifestyle.. but who would give a girl like me a chance? I'm just a waste of time..
Maybe falling off a cliff, jumping off a bridge, walking out in the road or cutting the damn vein would be for the better good..
No matter what option, they wouldn't let me choose one of my own, I have no choices to make anymore, they say I'm not fit to decide without help... they say I'm insane..
I'm just a Nobody, and what could a nobody do against everybody?
Why is it, that I'll never become the girl I want to be, because of what others say or do?
My Hero, my Sun.Helten i mitt liv, min sol i hverdagen.
Jeg har vokst opp i en stor familie, jeg har vært mye hos mine besteforeldre, da min mor ikke hadde energi nok til å ta vare på oss barna.
To hus bortenfor min bestemor hus, bor min Tante å Onkel, der jeg har to søskenbarn som står meg kjær, som jeg har vært mye sammen med.
Senere i min oppvekst har jeg slitt med mine tenårings problemer, å vokse opp, kroppen, gutter (og jenter). Da har min Tante stilt opp for meg der jeg ikke har stolt på min mor, der jeg trengte hjelp, veiledning og oppmuntring, har min tante vært der når hun kunne.
Min tante er mitt store idol, hun har hva jeg skulle ønske jeg kunne få til, å hun holder seg oppe til tross for alle motgang.
For noen uker siden fikk min Tante bekreftet hva hun hadde mistanke om, hun har brystkreft.
Da mitt søskenbarn og beste venn fortalte meg dette, var det noe som knakk inni meg, og jeg ble redd, re
Orange You Glad
Let me tell you the story,
of how my life turned into a living hell of horror and worry.
If I had my way, I would have stopped all this.
I’d have grabbed a time machine and stopped all this mess.
But I didn’t, you see.
And you’ll see I had every reason to worry.
You better be ready for your skin to turn pale,
as this is most definitely not a pretty tale.
As the sun rose beginning the day,
I went out to work and Applebloom went to play.
After I bucked about 5 Apple trees,
I sniffed the smell of tangy Tangerines.
I gazed over the fence and across the road,
and found a new farm along with a seemingly friendly abode.
I met the owner named Tangerine Dream, a pony who was not too honest.
She told me, her customers, and even her visitors, that the fruit she produced was not Tangerines, but Oranges.
I had a private chat with her; “There’s clearly a difference, can’t you see?
There's no point in lying to everypony."
So, it seemed that I had a new rival.
Ghost Killer's poem
I was enraged.
The voices that rolled inside my head kept me caged.
Before I knew it I was back to the world, feeling pretty well
But one thing stayed in my mind, and it was that I was gonna send everybody to hell
The fans who once cherished me got the worst part of it
Because I knew they didn't really give a shit
Then I found mommy and daddy, who wasn't even crying
Then they ended up dying
I watched their bodies and blood splatter all over me
It made me feel free
May you all pay
Because you will not live... another day
So enjoy your freedom kids, and go play
Because I will be waiting, for the your state of decay
You only have one more day, times up, now let me... take you away
Don't worry kids, adult, and elders... it will end soon, now just listen to my music...
Traitors HeartbeatAll you can hear is the intolerable sound
the traitors heartbeat that continues to resound
all through the hallways
off ceilings and floors
and possibly through the thickest of doors
But how is it possible
the traitor is dead
you saw him yourself
laid out on the floor as he bled
and possibly so
it could be the guilt of killing him you hear from where he's stowed
or maybe he's still alive
he never did die
maybe you should run before they find him still fine
But silly child little did you know
his heartbeat will follow
Recurring PhantomAt night you haunt my dreams
I always awake with screams,
Visions and night terrors are real troubling
Once again my medicine is doubling,
Quick, take the pill to make you go away
To be a far, to keep the sight of you at bay,
The medication doesn't work like at first
It doesn't quench the madness' thirst,
I see you standing there
I can't breathe, I need air,
I feel the increase of my heart rate
I have to accept it now, this is my fate,
This is where you will be all the time
Here you lay inside my mind.
ShockWave's things to kidsOh little kids come to my house.Where there is fun and games here,but your parents is not near.They will start to cry because you never got to say goodbye.You walk down my hall and there is no one but you at all.You are then consumed by darkness the further you go in.You hope that this is over hearing your parents say ''where have you bin''.I'm afraid thats not gonna happen my friend you will be with me until the end.You soon come to a room with other kids playing around but will soon be found.After the time has past you want to go home,but soon find out you're now locked in a my dome.There is no way out and you cry and weep because you have nothing left to eat,but one way or another you will soon start to dine on each other.All is consumed there is one left.Oh little boy dont you see you will be with me....oh whats this you're about to cry dont worry everything I said was a lie.Oh you are crying like a baby should I eat you...hmm maybe.It turned into a nice weep shh its okay just go t
Never Loved (Creepypasta) (Dark Night Saga)
I was just a 5 year old, a shy one at best. I had a fear of most everything. One shady night, I was sittng in the best place, under my bed, my older sis came up to me, with a game and a GBA, with Pokemon Ruby. "Here! A game! It's was once someone else's." She told me with a sweet looking smile, I came up. "I knew you'll be playing it more then hide under you bed." She said as she turned her head and looked at my bed and then gave me the GBA with the game inside. "Will it bite?" I said. "Nope!"
I turned on the game, the tite screen spooked me. But I was just nomal. I ran to my sis's room. "SIS! THIS GAME IS EVIL!" I yelled! She looked at the screen. She giggled. "This is nomal! I'll get my new copy, I got it with your game! I'll play with you!"
We both made files and picked the best looking pokemon. "Sis, what will be best for me, so it'll save me if I'm about to die?" My sis turned over to her pokemon poster. Then she pointed her pinkie to one of the pokemon. "I think a blaziken
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