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...i stand facing the wind
so i can
feel the world hit
me at a 1000
i can take a blow
...and everytime i flip
these empty pages,
i can see
are the blank
[i have nothing to say .]
...Well cupid missed his mark, struck
cold dark shadow. Chased after
it for a while in
it wasn't a game, it
"real life." Took the
arrow and pierced cupid's
But cupid's not real
and circles never stop running
...i'd like to see the stars, fall
and kiss the
i'd make a wish as they'd shatter its glow
into a million little pieces, and
across the seas.
one day, these lights will go
out; one day, that wish will come
[shut your eyes and imagine
...And the spaces between
words, are like
irregular and unsatisfied.
[you kept my heart beating .]
...Evil is a coward that
hides in the
afraid to show the truth
in the light.
[not even it is fearless .]
...the contrast only makes me love you moreI trace constellations
across your arms, and
in the wake of my fingertips
Among the spread of color
I can't find a single shade
that makes us clash.
three stages before an eclipse.i.
my tears are scalding,
bringing back old wounds
from the dead
& letting them parade
down my wrists
[ and my thighs
and my stomach ]
like my pain is some
festival the demons
in my mind can
my muse is sick
& i'm beginning to see
stars for what they
really are: burning
balls of gas that i will
never before have bridges
screamed at me so loud
"you should really try to fly"
& if i stand close enough
i can almost hear
the countdown burning
though my ears
Unrequited LoveAn act of admirable courage
from the sincerest of hearts
a love that I cannot encourage
the feeling in me then departs.
Do not be in solitary confusion
I have a burning determination
do not reach the wrong conclusion
but I must reject this fixation.
It is not you, nor is it me
please do not lose all hope
but I believe this was not meant to be
I know that you will be able to cope.
A heart with fervent ambition
may not be able to settle as easily
a pretend love cannot come to fruition
truly, I do care for you deeply.
Forgive me, how selfish am I
for turning away such a great love
please don't let your spirits die
No words of appeasement to think of.
I apologize endlessly for your unrequited love.
PillsAnd in my fist are pills
And in my lungs are poison
And in my heart is
Though it feels like nothing at all
And when I breathe
I feel the smoke
But don't you dare stand there and look at me Satan
I know what your plans are
And don't you dare stand there and judge me God
Because I know you're more than disappointed in me
And I remember when I was here
In the cold
And I ran up the steps
And into daddy's bedroom closet
And I untwisted the cap on those pills
Because I had a headache
And ten pills fell out
(I know, I counted)
I stared them down
I stared them down hard
And I rolled them about
And I closed my fist
And put those ten little pills up to my mouth
Though the initial plan was to take one
And then daddy came into his room and asked me what I was doing
And I dropped the pills back in their comfy bottle, some fell away to my feet
And I fumbled to close the cap
And though daddy asked what I was doing
He knew the truth.
So God, don't you dare yell at me
when all the world is sleeping. i have midnight talks
with the moon
over a steaming cup
of chamomile tea
he never responds
he always listens
and that is all that i need
The Beauty of DiversityEveryone can be beautiful.
Simple, yet powerful words...
Every man, woman and child,
New breath, beauty unfurls.
There is a beauty in hardened edges,
In curves of rolling hills.
Enchantment in the way they move...
The soul and the body it fills.
Jewels, makeup, or bodily hair...
It makes no difference to me.
An individual's choice absolutely shines,
The beauty of diversity is what sets us free.
One cannot be defined
By her clothes, hair, skin or weight.
There's something special deep inside,
Beauty reigns true, no matter shape or size.
We cannot be dictated
By looks, femininity or masculinity.
Each of us can be strong and good within,
Our beauty runs free, swirling in serenity.
Beauty is so objective...
Yet, w can acknowledge and respect.
The human body is a miracle,
From fattened middles to slender necks.
So, looking to each person,
No matter who or what they are...
Forget appearance, class, race and orientation!
Understand there's a light inside them,
It's time for all of us to love
ghost shipocean seems so serene and calm
after wild thunders and after the storms
my ocean, a stillness born from summer heat
a child of twisted vows and broken dreams
a mirror of souls and sounds
just an echo
illuminated by green-blue darkening light
thousands of moving lights
toward some distant shore
they may never see
oh what a ghostly web across the dying sea
ocean is so serene and calm
I can hear a silent whisper
one tiny little voice
deep and hollow
waking up the night
a lullaby of sorrow and broken might
"where are we going?"
"with no oars and with no sails"
"with no course and with no trails"
"will this journey ever end?"
no one hears this tiny voice
this tiny pleading voice
it lives only in my mind
and I have no lips to murmur
no tongue to cast a spell
I cannot tell
a Heaven gleam from burning Hell
and my heart is weak
on board of our ghostly ships
only silence speak
to the broken
to the meek
silence is forever
silence is our god from
An Obsession with DeathThey say I am abnormal
with a desire to die,
but they do not see
the chaos that does lie
just beneath the surface
of their pretty little apple pie
(In truth I find it more like vinegar to a fly.)
Whenever I sit down to speak
with a "normal" sort of person
I find myself bombarded
with images of poison!
Disease, decay, and war,
Mass shootings, murder, and suicide
into my ears
'till I know not else but what to think!
To tell the truth, (for I cannot lie
as I have been indoctrinated
by a truth-seeking girl of July)
I seem to find
who do not have
any problems with your head
are the ones
who should be in my place instead.
The Love Story You Gave MeI, We kissed
Your lips tasted like heaven
But you left traces of
Down my throat.
II, We loved
When our skin brushed
the wound on my thigh somehow rooted into buttresses of your veins
It poisoned your heart and
robbed your breath away.
III, I left
That night when your eyes burnt in liquor wildfire
I could smell her perfume on our bed
Your lips tasted like vanilla
And my tears tasted like bitter blizzard.
The Love Story You Gave Me
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