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This Erratic MoodFeeling restless and excited
wanting to do something bad
But i gotta be strong
can't give in
even though i feel left out
but that was my choice
to maintain the integrity
of the love i choose
with possible future hopes
of us being "bad" together
in love with each other
When we're ready
But being reminded of all the fun
that people are having without me
fun i was once a part of
inspires this erratic mood
this excited thump in my chest
this dejected feeling of missing out
Why should i deny any experience
in this limited life?
But I will be good
I will not break my promises
Doesn't mean it isn't hard
Doesn't mean i don't still want to
Just means i have to keep strong.
And to remember
Lifetime trust is more important
than a few hours of physical pleasure
There are future possibilities
Be patient, and strong.
But why did it have to taste so good?
Believers: Laugh With UsYou are SMARTER than these stories,
MORE MORAL than this god.
You're A living part of a universe
More beautiful and amazing
than any heaven could
ever hope to achieve.
Laugh with us!
At these Bible stories,
these usurpers of reality's origins,
these obviously silly
and detrimental beliefs,
and stop allowing other men
to convince you to be
emotionally attached to
Big Bad Wolf and the 4th Little Piggy (Hemp)And then the Big Bad Wolf went to the Fourth piggy's house, which was made entirely of Hemp.
"Little Pig, little pig, let me IN!" Cried the wolf.
Getting no reply, and noticing a steady flow of funny smelling smoke wafting under the door, he became furious. The other little piggies at LEAST had the courtesy to be frightened. How was a wolf to keep his image if not even a little pig was afraid of him?
"I SAID," he cleared his throat and continued, "Little pig, little pig, LET! ME! IN!!!"
After about a minute of shuffling sounds -some of which sounded mysteriously like little piggy voices saying, "Hide the shit!"- the wolf finally got a weak-voiced, uninterested reply, "Wha? We're not interested! Oh, umm, chinny-chin-something."
Furious, the wolf was panting and drooling with embarrassment and rage. Finally he could take it no more. He had to solidify his alpha-male reputation as a vicious killer. &
A Spiritual Conversation"Now that they think they have souls, what can we do to make sure those people belong to us...?"
"Put the souls in danger!"
"Yes! We can tell them their souls are corrupted for some reason, some ancestor broke a rule or something, and that they're going to be tortured forever if they don't do what we- a God says..."
"Yah, but not until they're dead, so they can't verify if we're telling the truth!"
"Good idea! And we can still blame bad things happening to the village on their actions, just to keep them on their toes. We can also distract them by saying we have the cure for the corrupted souls, so long as they do everything we- I mean God says!"
"What if they ask why an all-powerful being needs clumsy, imperfect, not-always-honest humans to speak for him?"
"Oh make up something about the game being less fun if he just showed that he existed. Or say life would be boring if he didn't give us the ability to choose between rape and tortur
You're Selling Broken Souls?You sell already broken souls
Blaming your customers for soul corruption
You're trying to sell us Free Will
Which we already own in abundance
Next, you tell us you know the cure
for the sad souls you barter
"Give us back that free will
or we'll just make your lives harder!"
You sell pre-corrupted souls
to hook us on the dream
You slander me, "Fool!"
for calling out your scheme
To vote against gays and women?
Then I will truly be free?
Turn around and call ME intolerant
When it's YOUR OWN bigotry being screamed
You sell me a damaged soul
that I neither want, nor need
You expect ME to fix YOUR product
Before YOUR god can feed!
Repeating meaningless praises
just to ignore his greed
Who cares about evidence?
Or Life itself?
When your place in heaven is "guaranteed"
You sell me a soul jam-packed with your filth
- a soul you have yet to show me
You claim the crime of an ancestor is my guilt
Hah! Well, you can go ahead and blow me!
If you can sway me without ins
Yahweh (God) is IllogicalWhile believing in "a" god or gods can possibly be argued with a small degree of logic, it's extremely illogical to believe in the specific god Yahweh - the obviously humanly flawed selfish, jealous, greedy, hateful deity of the bible whose actions and orders fit the description of any religion's main villain, much too tiny and petty to explain the beauty and vastness of this universe.
Any "all-knowing, all-loving, all-powerful" god who has ordered even one human to kill another human, EVER, is a FALSE god (not to mention the hundreds of thousands of children and women yahweh has ordered exterminated, or taken as slaves... the Good god, everybody!)
EVEN just once!
Or any infinitely loving god who can allow the existence of a place like hell (without becoming so extremely disgusted with himself at even contemplating the idea that he just snaps it out of existence in the very next thought), just proves itself to be a creation based on the umrealistic needs and desires of humanity during
Death isn't a fresh perspectiveI saw my mother
swallowing something small
when I was just a child
The anguish in her eyes
faded, as she told me
it was just a
with a little extra kick
maybe years later,
that's how I convinced
to swallow fifteen,
give me a fresh perspective;
in the end,
my breath reeked
instead of mint.
Our Captain (Robin Williams Remembrance Poem)Oh, Captain
We’ve never had,
A Friend like You.
You came to us as an Alien,
from the Planet Ork.
But through the Years,
You made Home in Our Hearts
We Saluted You over the Airwaves
We Watched You get Sucked in a Game,
And Haul Your Family in the Big Rolling Turd.
You were a British Nanny,
Who was actually their Dad.
A Business Man,
Who was actually Peter Pan.
A Crazy Scientist,
Making a Being called Flubber.
Who Just Wanted to be Free.
You were a Robot,
Made of Rusty Old Parts.
We’ve never had,
A Friend like You.
You became the Man of the Year,
And the Wax Figurine Exhibit
Of the Twenty-Sixth President
Of the United States of America.
You Were the World’s Greatest Dad,
And the World’s Greatest Therapist.
You Had a License to Wed
And be a Kid,
Who Grew Up Four Times Too Fast.
You only Won One Oscar.
But that’s okay.
We Love all Your Other Works Anyways…
We Will Miss You
to a crucifix
on the left side
of his neck
tells me he can end all
of your suffering -
and i look at him
and i cross my arms, thinking
he can't even do this
fall in love with (splitting hairline fractures)we swallow blues instead
of talking them out. oh,
kids like us are specters,
spectacles: boys counting
rib(cage)s & (de)composing
don't you hate
is a vessel
we're deities or tomb-raiders; no
in-betweens for writers these days
DoormatI let you walk
All over me
Like the floor
Beneath your feet
And I never complain
The floor doesn't
If the floor complained
When you walked on it
You would be very annoyed
And you would probably
So I don't complain
Because I don't want
To be replaced
And I let you
Push me around
Like a cart
Through a shop
And I never push back
The cart doesn't
If the cart pushed back
When you pushed it
You would get hurt
And you would probably
So I don't push back
Because I don't want
To be left alone
Now, and forever more
Who lets you
Wipe your feet on my face
I love you
But I question
If you love me back
Because who would love
A dirty old Doormat?
It Trapped Her, It Released HerWhen I was younger, and little girl, I wanted a little brother.
So when she got home, I excitedly ran down stairs to tell my mother
She looked at me nervously, and brushed my question away.
“Honey, I don't have time now, we'll talk about it another day.”
I was slightly disappointed because my friends all had younger siblings,
I only had an older sister who tried her best to ignore me.
But that day she heard what I asked my mother and after dinner, pulled me in her room.
And with a sneer she whispered silently, “Mother sent our little brother to heaven too soon.”
At the age of nine, with a child's mind, I had no idea with that meant.
“Is that why Daddy went away, because he misses him?”
“Daddy got depressed and died,” she replied with a scowl,
“But don't be sad, he's in the clouds, he's with our brother now.”
Days went by and I remained silent,
yet I could see the light in my mother's eyes no longer lit.
After my question she w
Dark SideThere's another side of me
A side I barely show
It's my dark side
And my pride
The time I showed it to my friends
They were shocked, worried
I will tell you what they said
Decide for me
If these are what you call
One said 'just be happy'
One said 'that isn't true!'
One said ' but I've got it much worse'
One said 'don't be annoying'
One said nothing at all
Only One listened
That could be you
This is my dark side
The one that tells the truth
It makes me write
It keeps my dreams
It is everything I have
But no one knows
WistfullyOh i miss thee so wistfully
Your memory makes my brain smile
I hope we know each other for a long long while
When i think of you
my flesh aches
The feel of your skin
Your smile like day-break
I can't get enough of you
and i hope i never do
I want to do all i can to make you sigh
It makes me feel exhilarated
It makes me want to fly
My face between your thighs
makes me want to RISE
to hear your night-time cries
As i lock a stare into your eyes
I want to squeeze your body with the entirety of mine
Then we'll start over again from the first line...
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