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An Unhealthy ConnectionYou expect me to be an adult,
But inside I'm still a child.
You think I have my life planned out,
It's in a jumbled pile.
You say something so innocent,
At least for you it seems.
You set my head spinning
'Cause I don't know what it means.
You make me feel so immature,
You make me think too much.
You hurt me irreversably,
Then use me as a crutch.
You make me feel so lonely,
You make every step unsure.
I'm afflicted, you're my disease,
And I can't find a cure.
I can't picture life without you,
You have me under your command.
You've twisted yourself around me
In ways I can't understand.
You're greedy and you're selfish,
You're with me constantly,
'Cause you think that without you,
I would be incomplete.
I've wanted so long to be free from you,
But I'm really not sure now.
You've become such a big part of me,
How can I let you go?
Thawing OutI am slowly thawing,
It's a long process.
Shedding off layers
So that I can give you access
To what is really inside me,
Everything I've done and seen.
Every thing I've ever thought,
And all the people I have been.
When Everything is Said and DoneA clock is ticking in your head,
Body lying on the bed.
When everything is said and done
No one cares who lost or won.
And when you're buried in the sand
No one needs to understand
Why you've done the things you have,
No need to tell them if they ask.
You had reasons we'll never know.
You decided how far you'd go.
But in the end the things you missed
Were not the people you had kissed.
Leaping ThroughCross your pinky,
Hope to die,
Kiss and tell
As the crow flies.
Float to the moon,
Watch the time go by,
Ask the lonely boy
If he minds.
Take a moonbeam
To the nearest star,
Ask him if he knows
Who you are.
Jump into space
with him in hand,
Say you'll meet him
In the sand.
TimeEverything is different,
Nothing stays the same.
Time is meant to chew us,
To gnaw and bite and maim.
Enough to read the intro,
But not to turn the page.
Life gives us time to worry,
But not enough to change.
As I Grow OlderI've travelled for days in a boat alone,
Floating in the water.
Hoping to find a shore unknown.
I feel I'm growing older.
I'm running out of time,
And I'm afraid of the end,
Afraid of what I'll find
Around the bend.
Afraid of who I'll meet,
And who might try to hurt me.
Afraid of who I am,
And who I soon will be.
So I'll spend my days travelling,
Floating in the water,
Hoping to find a shore unknown.
Because I feel myself growing older,
And I'd rather do that alone.
StormThe sky is white,
The trees are black.
It sounds like the earth
Is being attacked.
The trees are swaying,
The grass is pressed flat.
By the force of the rain pouring down.
And I'm trying so hard not to drown.
One-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer besoThomas Pov
Nunca imagine que el momento que tanto esperé fuera así, tan inusual, sin planear nada, solo así sin nada; no salió como me lo esperaba; todo fue único y especial. Me sorprendió que aunque fuera un accidente lo valoro tanto; no sé si tú lo valores tanto como yo este momento; aunque fue accidental para mí fue muy especial.
Aún recuerdo ese caluroso día de verano el cual el calor rebasaba los límites, estar con gabardina no era una opción, el calor me obligaba a usar ropa ligera la cual jamás pensé usar aun siendo verano, todo culpa de la pelirroja solo por querer rebasar los límites de la física por intentar hacer un arcoíris, pero en vez de eso la máquina exploto lanzando un rayo al sol haciendo que este se acerque un poco más a la Tierra y el calor aumentara, nuestros padres trataron de arreglarlo, pero el rayo fue demasiado fuerte por eso no lo revertieron claro
This Day Is...
A day to love,
Someone up above.
A day to commemorate;
A day to appreciate.
A day to reminisce;
A day when someone special is missed.
A day that’s too good to be true,
A day filled with many memories of you.
A day just to say,
I wish you a happy birthday.
What s in a name.What´s in a name?
It´s just a word that we call,
Everything and everyone
has a name,
does it make us a better person?
No... what a shame
Does it define our characters?
No... it´s not to blame
Does it have any financial status?
No .... but maybe fame
So if you´re a rockafella, a Gates,
a Trump or even the Queen
It doesn´t matter
shout your name
I am who I am
and I have a name
cos deep down inside
we´re all just the same.
by Suzanne Karbach August 2014
Keys of the PassengerImposing figure
Why do you linger with me here?
A gestured feature
As soft as flowers by
While on my way to reach her
The tarnished silver
Green like the finger I lost
That let my colours
Grow like the flutters in my heart
But take to flight
Out of a viewing standpoint
Breeze by to keep her in sight
A whirring wheel
Below the heel I have down
Does not derail
Wherever hail your address
Ignore and follow
Until my feet fall under
The tears that match my sorrow
With quiet clatter that drowns me
The lanes are melting
My path respecting none a plea
I hear her calling
But over that your silence
A weight's abjection falling
Why do you torture this road?
I travel worried
Because you stay at my right
...I will fight
A desperate race to pry free
The glass is speckled
From threats and heckled terms met
No word is spoken
An air unbroken but intense
A rider chauffeured
The holder of the key ring
So deals I
Darkening SkiesCrystal blue skies was once visible
In a world without anything formidable.
Opponents were partners and villains weren’t wicked;
No crimes had been committed.
But through the years the blue skies began dimming;
The end was now the beginning.
The skies had darkened by malevolence
As the crystal pieces broke away the benevolence.
Shards of glass rained from these falling skies.
Lives were easily taken and it was sounded by cries.
Battles were fought; blood was shed.
What was once peaceful had become dead —
Innocence was no longer carried;
They had a shovel and it was buried.
Tyranny exiled happiness.
War left people defenseless,
Stranded to fight alone without anything.
Cruelty had killed them before the ending.
Their worst fears had crippled them.
Breathless, lying still, eyes toward the sky: they’re condemned.
Forced to watch the ashes of loved one fill the clouds
With embers cascading down as the sirens grew loud;
Souls flickering within the dust.
From the pressure o
ShorelineBetrothed to flaw
To the choice before choice
Where there is only emotion
And a half-remembered voice
Telling what one saw
First line of foamy wake
Loud and churned from behind
There sent upon a seething land
What comes before the blind
As action without mistake
Parts of the watch
A spring or gear or hand
Drowning in responsive steps
Their time is harried by swirling sand
Its face imperfect lie staunch
As islands shape the water
It sends providence unchecked
The first passage of philosophy
Contained of following specks
That grow until all is overturned
Conjoined by the timepiece
Fixed into a broken state
They suffer in each other
First blows harsh to take
Fueled from accosted belief
I stared at her, as she stared at me,
She wasn't quite what I expected her to be.
I imagined she would be pretty,
I dreamt that she was smart,
I thought she would be popular
And have a golden heart.
I thought she would be tall
And that she would be cool,
I hoped that she would be talkative
And that she'd fit in at school.
Instead she is clumsy
And really quite plain,
She's a little on the short side
And much prefers the rain.
She only has a few close friends
And is otherwise quite shy.
Her golden heart is more like brass
And it's easy to make her cry.
But despite my expectations, I really have to say
That I really wouldn't have myself be any other way.
An Ode to Writer's BlockColors flow, a constant stream
Consciousness gives way to dream.
My awareness ebbs and flows,
As my inspiration grows.
That which others did create
Inscribes itself upon my slate
And ripples in my open mind,
My weariness left far behind.
A medium is fast procured,
Painting, drawing, spoken word.
But now I find my mind is fickle;
The river now is but a trickle.
Kura DearEyes that are cold like the coldest winter
Your twisted smile is nothing to be feared
You don't have a heart in your center
When I look at you all you do is sneer
The crimson gaze you hold see through us all
Words you say are to hide what you're feeling
Fear that the one would catch your fall
Staring so lifelessly at the ceiling
One you hold dear is soon to be leaving
Alone is the last thing you want to think
Compliments are so not worth believing
Even when you give out your flirty wink
The darkness is swelling in from all around
Kura dear you are to never be found
A lock, a chain.
Like tired smiles,
Like summer rain.
A kiss on the cheek,
A whistle, a call.
Like moss underfoot,
Like leaves in fall.
A dance without music,
It's precious, it's lost.
Like shards of glass,
Like Winter's frost.
Is fading away.
A harvest moon.
Like a memory,
It's leaving soon.
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