|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
The foolish finchA finch made a nest with a bluejay. The two birds foraged for food together. One day, food was very scarce. While he was foraging, finch found an acorn. He also came across a robin. Finch knew that the acorn was the only food left. Whomever he gave the acorn to, whether it was bluejay or robin, the other bird would surely go hungry. Finch flew home with the acorn and gave it to bluejay.
Throughout the night, robin sang mournfully. Finch stood on a branch near the nest and sang back, hoping to cheer her up. Meanwhile, bluejay was trying to crack open the acorn so that they could eat. She could not crack the shell on her own, and she needed finch’s help. But finch was too busy singing to the starving robin.
The hungry bluejay had no choice but to fly away from the nest and search for food on her own. Finch, now alone, realized his folly. He couldn’t open the acorn by himself either. And bluejay had flown away. Finch wept in the nest that night, knowing that he had hurt his be
Conflict"What is the best way to win a conflict?" young one asked.
Old one thought about this for a moment. "It depends on the type of conflict. If you are engaging in a conflict over land or gold, then polish your sword and shield. Test the weight of the weapons the night before and sleep soundly."
Young one nodded attentively. Old one continued. “However, in matters of ideals or beliefs, it is best to prepare one’s mind before a conflict.”
Young one looked troubled at this. “But I have seen people bring their weapons with them, even when engaging in conflicts over ideals or beliefs.”
Old one snorted derisively. “That is foolish. Plus it just makes you look like a huge asshole.” Old one frowned. “To bring weapons to a conflict involving ideals or beliefs only proves that you have no true faith in your own convictions. Indeed, that you are fearful of your opponent’s views, that they might topple your own.”
Young one pondered this for
Sweat"Don't sweat the small stuff," old one said.
Young one looked up, frowning. "Never?" young one asked.
Old one took a deep breath and gazed out the window. "It is never good to sweat the small stuff." Old one's brow crinkled. "It just makes everyone else anxious. No, it never does anyone any good to sweat the small stuff."
Young one considered this for a few moments, and nodded. Young one then looked to old one again. "What about the big stuff? Is it ok to sweat the big stuff?"
Old one nodded sagely. "Yes. It is acceptable to sweat the big stuff. But.." old one trailed off, furrowing his brow in careful consideration, "when you do, try to sweat.. tactfully."
Because Writing Keeps Me Human Just because it is burning my mind, and it holds a grenade that blasts everything I have into remnants of his musky scent; because I feel like I'm gagging, except that I'm coughing poems and vomiting metaphors; because words can be a crumpled piece of paper drowned in tears, and every poem written can be blended into fiction; and because my limbs feel like they had been devoured by the lava in the words and the music notes I play sink deep between the piano keys, and apparently banging the keys does not help silencing the empty screams at night.
Because the clock seems to slow down whenever I am planting your name in ink and paper; and because nobody ever listens to me the way poetry do; because poetry sees the "warning: fragile, handle with care" sign on me and knows that I break easily; because I can sculpt him into dreams and heavens and he will never know he exists in poems
Deviant Art ModelShe wore her breasts like two large diamonds
exposing them for all to see.
She'd strip down to nothing and pose for a picture,
she would smile for the attention she'd seek.
A bra and panties were what she called clothing,
striking immodest poses.
And despite those she offended with her vulgarity,
She'd claimed her photo's were 'resources'.
She was the girl who got all the attention,
for her body that she so disrespected,
she sold her images to public,
But when they called it 'porn', she grew offended.
One after one she'd block the users,
the artists who had enough,
She'd bend over again with a high quality camera,
she'd snap a picture of her butt.
Smiling at her success, she would laugh so casually,
as her work made the front page,
She didn't care that she was selling porn,
That some users were underage.
She claimed she was a model a beautiful girl,
on the outside that was true,
But on the inside she was quite shallow and empty,
A hallow girl quite anyone could see through.
Aquella chica...Siempre es la misma historia, se repite una y otra vez sin poder evitarlo, y seguramente no solo es mi caso, si no el de millones de personas.
Aunque por desgracia el mio es un poco mas doloroso, ya que no importa cuanto te esfuerces, cuanto procures, cuanto tiempo le dediques, al final tendrá el mismo doloroso resultado...
Esa chica, esa hermosa chica que es dueña de tu alma y corazón, con cual cometiste el terrible error de hacerla tu mejor amiga para estar siempre a su lado, aquella chica que de repente se convierte en tu razón de existir en este mundo, aquella que te impulsa a que abras tus ojos cada mañana solo para verla de nuevo, que tus pulmones sigan respirando para poder apreciar ese delicioso aroma que te vuelve loco al momento de tocarla, y que tu corazón siga latiendo para poder sentir aquel hermoso sentimiento que invade tu cuerpo...
Esa chica... puede también ser tu peor perdición en tu vid
PillsPills are capsules.
They aren't made to heal
a disease that comes from the heart.
They mask the pain,
allow you a temporary feel.
But in the end,
Fight it with your heart,
your courage and your will.
Ignore the lies,
that reside in those pills.
You are stronger than those demons inside,
The ones that tell you to kill yourself,
the ones that tell you to die.
Listen to your heart,
it has your true strength,
throw the pills away,
before the pain suffices,
before it is simply too late.
How To Be BeautifulHow To Be Beautiful!
Step 1: Look in the mirror.
Step 2: Realize you've always been beautiful.
You are who you are. You're beautiful. Weight doesn't define beauty. Beauty comes in many shapes, sizes, and colors.
Don't let anyone fool you into thinking you aren't beautiful.
Don't change for anyone. Don't wish to be like anyone else.
My life as a readerYou hear about the stories. You ignore it. You see them on the web, so you decide to read them. They’re great. The environment and descriptions make you smile, the dialogue makes you laugh. The adventures send chills down your spine and the plot makes your heart flutter. Even better, you find yourself fascinated with the characters.
You like one particular character. Heck, maybe even a group of characters. You wish they existed. You wish the stories, the adventures existed, too. You think real life is bland. It can be cruel sometimes, too. People aren’t like they are in stories, so you like fictional ones better.
You want to create your own. You want your own characters, you even want to borrow characters. You want your own plots, your own adventures. You want to substitute your life for another, even if it’s only temporary. You want to get lost in the world of imagination and creativity.
You pick up the pencil, or you open your writing programs. You make your own. Yo
Suicide is no joke.Suicide is no joke. There is no coming back from it. Once you have done it, you are gone. Your pain may be over, but the pain to your family and loved ones will never be over. They will be left with countless questions that will forever be unanswered. If you're in pain, you need to let somebody know. There is no use suffering in silence. If you are suffering through depression, the worst thing you can try to do is beat it on your own. Just remember that there are people out there who love you and care for you. Even if you only have one person in your life who cares, that is still one person that would be devastated if you were no longer here.
Suicide is a very final way to deal with life's issues. It is a dark and permanent solution to potentially short term problems. All I ask is for you to stop and think. There is always a solution to your problems. There is always someone out there who can help you. Never think that you're alone because you are not. Some people may understand a lot
My BeautifulWhy are your eyes so blind? Why can’t they see the only thing keeping me alive living inside you? I wish to have an answer; I wish to kiss you in the dark, where our bodies fade out and the souls eternally embrace each other; for now, my happiness lives in a nice dream. You don’t know what I feel, but you have read the verses that a hopeless heart writes for you, a muse.
Before the light. My life was sleeping surrounded by endless loneliness, where the doubts were leading the march to my own self-destruction. In those very forgettable days, you were my only escape, one of the few reasons of my smile to shine, even when grey clouds were crying over this empty existence. The happiest afternoons of that time were with your beauty by my side, after a busy day of school. The road to home wasn’t lonely anymore, my dear.
Now the summer possesses the earth. Giving us a break to breathe peacefully the air; I think about every day, I dream of you every night; your heavenly voic
gravityIt's not the first blow that hurts the most
It's the sharp pain that follows when your
ass hits the ground after falling and you
bite down helplessly on your tongue
As the momentum comes to a stop,
the spinning sensation reminds
you that the weight of your
weak body is a slave to
But the world will work, play,
sleep, and wake up again, so
you've got to stop laying there.
Do something with the pain.
Ignore it. Sell it. Give it away.
But get up.
But get up.
Join the rest of them again.
They'll be insulted if you're late.
For God's sake, don't be late.
Keep in Touch!
Endorell-Taelos is very well known within the community for her selfless giving and gracious community spirit. Since joining DeviantART over seven years ago, Alicia has continued to make a positive impact on many deviants. Her helpful and thoughtful approach was one of her finest attributes when serving as a Community Volunteer, and this has continued throughout the many contests which Alicia provides on a regular basis. As we approach our Birthday celebrations, we can't... Read More