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My Sister Megan
My Sister Megan
Megan really isnt my sister, shes more of a Chosen sister and I dont mean Step-Sister Either. We have been friends ever since we were at school; well we were until that dreadful day I had slipped out of my bedroom hidden under my anorak, the cold merciless air stung my face as I miserably trudged on. I kept quiet. If I was caught out of bed after 10:00 in the Home you got Grounded and put on Washing up Duty for a Month.
I have always lived in a Home, Ever since I was small, I never knew my parents.
I had reached the church gates, I gently sat on it swinging backwards and Forwards, An Old Childhood game that Megan and I had played. I silently jumped off and headed for the Graveyard, People reckon that Graveyards are spooky at night but really its just cold, lonely. I found her grave at the back, the fresh mound of earth and the spotless grave.
I felt tears running down my icy cheeks, f
What I Pine for...I sit in the car and wait, I dont listen to the sounds around me, I cant.
I dont mean Im mentally disturbed in fact everyone is always praising me for my endless efforts but I cant here their voices.
Im Deaf, Already Ten years old and one of my senses is gone.
In my dreams I hear, I hear my sister Lisa playing her sax, I hear my Brother arguing endlessly with my Dad.
I pine for my hearing back, I can remember myself wishing that I could hear.
Maggie? Lisa asked
I dont here, Lisa taps my shoulder and signals that she is going to drive away.
I nod and follow procession
On the way Home Lisa lets me choose an ice-cream from the Kwik-E-Mart, I suck at the Strawberry coating savouring ever last Mouthful.
Lis is the best Sister I could ever hope for
When I get home I go strait to my room, I climb on to my bed and wonder a thousand wishes if I would ever hear her sweet voice again.
I Lost my Hearing after played fell of the Jungle Jim
Nervous MovementYou're a dime a dozen in a sea of billions.
Individuality has no significance in numbers so vast.
And while this fact makes looking forward hard
we can't keep living in the past.
You're a nervous movement in a freeze frame scene.
Steady hands won't help hold up such a fragile act.
And while you take your time keeping character
you fake what you can't take back.
With nothing more than a thought we form our actions
and this is where we extinguish the lie they tried to invent.
The lie that we painted our lives without passion
well conclusions are useless with no attempt to commence.
You're a song I can't name stuck in my head.
I've listened to you before and probably will again.
And while I can hum the melody all day long waiting
for it to hit me I still won't know where you've been.
You're a gust that has never changed direction.
Nothing can touch you you're only felt as you brush skin.
And while you can't be stopped nothing lasts
nothing escapes time not even the wind.
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