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Why do you?I took time out of my life.
I took time out no matter what I may have to do.
Be it a minute.
Be it a moment.
But you never did.
But you never bothered to.
Now, I am tired.
Tired of this.
Tired of being ignored.
Tired of waiting.
Hoping you'll change.
Hoping you'll realize.
But you don't.
You just don't.
I showed you all that is good in me.
Always have, always will.
Though I want to stop.
Though I want to just ignore.
Why you doing this?
What do you get?
Am I not as important as the rest?
Am I not good enough?
No more shall i ask.
No more shall i take this.
I can't even write this proper.
For I can't think of you hurting me.
For I am never this way to you.
Simply because, my heart refuses to.
Simply because, I still value you.
Here's hoping that it won't be too late.
Here's me hoping that it won't be too late.
Someday I'll walk away.
Not because I wish to.
Simply because, I too have a heart.
And it hurts.
Simply because, I too have tears.
And it hurts even more.
for booTo boo
Who is boo?
Boo is my best friend.
Boo is my best friend because she knows too much about me.
Boo, ever since the first day, I knew, this one is for life.
My buddy you will be forever.
You have been my partner in crime.
That's why you never put a stop to my plans for world domination.
It may be 'cause of me promising you half of everything.
You have been an ass sometimes.
Yet you were a very lovable ass. ( no pun intended )
Only once I got mad at you.
But it didn't stay long.
'cause staying mad at you hurt me more.
You put up with me after 2 'o clock.
I know it was hard.
But I also knew you secretly liked it.
We were bros, discussing chicks.
We were gal pals, going shopping.
We gossiped and we bitched.
We plotted and we planned.
Two heads better than one, we proved it true.
You visited the loo awful lots when we talked.
And Though I kept making fun of it, I too went away for my own business.
Though you were not born as my own.
Over the years, you became nothing less, but only mo
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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