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abortionShe was scared of what the doctor would say.
The pain she felt just wouldnt go away.
Each morning she woke
She started to choke
She just wanted to die.
The doctor just smiled
and patted her thigh
He took off his gloves
And said the tests results
Should be here any time.
She paced and paced
around the room
Hating the truth.
The nurse called her back
and laughed and said congrates
Your pregnet my hear
The words she didnt want to hear
a tear streamed down her face
She ran from that place.
The angel girl had been raped.
She didnt understand
She didnt know what to do
She hated her self
for what she knew
she had to do.
She called up the clinic
Her apointments at three
She killed the baby before
it even had a change to breath.
She buryed her daughter
In a white little dress.
She wept as her daughter
was layed to rest.
She feel to her knees
She didnt even try to plead.
She killed the child.
She had no choice.
A twisted fate
Every one saw her hurt
every one saw her pain.
They struck her face
to put her in her place
A broken wrist
She whimperd as they kicked her again
So much pain she saw red.
No tears would help her,
her voice no one heard.
she did not deserve to be hit.
She did not deserve to be burned.
homeI'm not afraid of the past
I know it will never change.
All the smiles and the memorys
all of that stays in place.
With the past
I can remember
But that was then.
In the past.
The present day
is filled with worry and decay
Never knowing what comes next
If it will be sunshine or rain
if things will go well
or if it causes pain
How I wish to know.
To have some one
and a loving hand to hold
But all I have
are useless tears
and hearts that are so cold.
angels and demons chapter twoFrank walked down the road. It was dark and He could not find a place to rest his head. He let out a big sigh and hung his head. "I guess that I will be sleeping outside again" The last thing frank remembers was a white hot pain shooting through his head then he fell softly into blackness.
Gerard watched the sleeping little falling angel with a look of wonder in his eyes. Gerard didn't understand why he had hit the shorter boy or why he had picked him up tenderly like a mother would to a new born but the next thing he knew he had walked back to his house. He set the ex-angel down on his bed and for some reason had the strong urge to kiss the sleeping boys head. He turned around with a huff. Something was wrong. He didn't even know him. So what if he had been kind to him in the ally way. For all Gerard knew the sleeping ex-angel could have been sent by Bert to drag him back to that hell hole. A shiver ran down his spine just at the thought of Bert. Bert,
convo with tylerconverstaion with my girlfriend
her- Gahh! I was talking about drugs not sex!
Me- but drugs can lead to sex
her- depending on what they are weed yes, lsd no, alchoal yes, dph no.
me- Roofies lead to sex ^_^
her- i love you.
shhhh don't telli just need to tell you how i feel, im crying because i miss you so much i wish i could be holding you in my arms again, i love you so fucking much i fell for you so hard that i can never fall out of love and i cant imagine why i would ever want to, your so gorgeous, sweet, funny, amazing, adorable and cute as hell, smart, perfect, trustworthy, and my love. i made a mistake by not dating you in the first place. i never ever ever want to lose you, because i cant live with out you and you help me make it through every hardship i have and that we both have. you give me hope, you give me love, you give me happiness. i want to be by your side forever no matter what. i love your eyes i love you smile i lov e your hair i love your body i love your smell i love your lips i love how unique you are and i know that ill never ever find another girl like you and i cant let you go. your my baby girl and my eternal love. ♥
Melodybelieve in the melodys the words you can't speak of in this life. Listen to the lyrics that haunt you in the dead on night. Hum along with me while I lull you to sleep. Close your eyes and give me your batterd heart to keep
My story part oneMy name is Catherin crystabell sabrina leeann lynn Many of you know me as sabrinaleeful.
I am fifteen years old and this is my story. Since this is the begining I might as well start at where my life began. I was born in lancester general hospital, I weighed Four pounds and eight ounces. I was in a critical state being born both in extreme jondus (I don't know how to spell it but basicly my organs where underdeveloped) And I was born with a hole in my heart. Technicly I was never really born because the definition of birth is the child has a heart beat and is breathing when it comes out of its mother. I was not. I was dead when I came out having "died" when I was inside her. The doctors where able to get me beating again and I was wisked away for surgery and needed medical care. After they fixed my heart I had to be put into this box that shoned special light on me. That continuted for two years. Once my apgar was normal I was allowed to go home. Naterally I don't remember any of this
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
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
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
That Gay Boy Sitting Next To YouLook at the gay boy sitting next to you,
the one who you kick, physically torture and verbally abuse.
Look at his eyes that were once vibrant with life,
and keep in mind that you and your friend's were the one who stole his light.
You called him a sin and condemned him to hell,
every day he walked through the school doors, he was greeted with your intolerant yells.
With your injustice , you treated him as terribly as you pleased,
and when you were through with your torment, you treated him like some sort of disease.
Was religion your actual excuse to act like an ass,
or was there something that you refused to see past?
Because that gay boy who sits next you daily in class,
is the one who knows your present, future and past.
He knows where bullies come from, so don't hide fully behind Christianity.
Because when you go home, you yourself are showered with profanities.
The same fist you used to beat the blue eyed boy,
is the same fist that your father uses to wring around your neck
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.
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.
deathShe ran and ran as fast as she could
breaths coming out in pants.
She trid to scream,
she tripped and fell.
death extended his hand and
said it's time to go to hell.
but "why me?" she tried to plead
Death looked her in the eye
and said "it was not your time to die"
She killed her self with a knife
and now she had to pay the price.
The angels wept and her fate
There was nothing they could change.
She hung her head
She took his hand.
Down to hell she went
just like he planned
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