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GodSpeed!Sidelines have sprung up on us
The hounds of dusk bellow out bizarre tunes
Words of the world are mere words for fiction
Epitaphs are but songs of the children
Cruel androgynous mono chromatic time surges on
Rungs of escape have withered
Effigies of apathy burn and colors the realms with shades of incandescence
Moment of rebirth awaits
Silver is black is gold is love
You mutinous ways of creation have much hope
To be deterred now is a weight not necessary
To drop anchors is to slowly drown
The world urges to see your metamorphosis
Ones who share your love wish for your return
Bring back home your new found self
Or build an empire with your unflawed hands and eternal contemplation
PermanenceThe ship stands alone at sea
Gently swaying in the autumn breeze
The winds are howling screaming stories from the past
Catatonic structures crumble by the shadows of the mast.
For today does not last in the wake of tomorrow but today lives on like the water.
Ever so Serene
Ever so Beautiful.
Broken SonnetEchoes of morning glory linger under the petrol rainbows
Crimson skies cascaded by her long black hair
The decadence swallowed by her jasmine tinted body
The emancipation in her voice
All immorality effaced at the moment of embrace
The texture of love is the skin on her stomach
Her kaleidoscopic eyes projecting slides of utopia
A kiss that makes him feel beyond himself.
To render himself wise he has to grow out of his own skin
Create his own world beyond the carbon rain
Etch his own destination
Find the truth and wisdom in love
Build a ship and set sail...
The OrificeLost in the proses of the questions the world poses
In the dusk of autumn percipitation
And the unbound relentless frost that forms inside.
Wish to vanquish and make tranquil the greylands
and the high roads
Both in the way of crossing over to the other side.
To believe there is more to the world than fascist order
and join the pacifist side.
Walls of the labyrinth are painted with mud, honey and technicolour dreams
And on the walls there is an Orifice to fill them with stories
Stories we live through, enjoy and endure.
We are intertwined.
We are a Story.
Life is just a rideThe eerie night has crept in through the back door. Morning was spent in pursuit of happiness, in wanting to acquire lust for life. These lonely streets leave me in oscillating polarity. No pain no joy no love no hate. The calm outside is only to pose as an opposite to the sweet cacophony inside. The journey to the edge will make us realize that the edge exists till the extent of our discovery. Life is just a ride.
DreamscapesThe outline is halfway done. I want to paint my dreams with stronger strokes, with brighter colors. The outcome should not be a result of preconceived notions. It should be a symbol of my presence but should also reflect on my ambiguity. Every layer should scream of my contemplation, my journey. Now that I think about it I realize that it doesn't need an outline. It doesn't need definition. It should be painted on my shell once I come out of it.
boys measure time by the length of a woman's hairBoys measure time by the length of a woman's hair:
Airy strands that fall easy over her collarbone
Are long summer nights
Spent bathing in the humid air
Watching her swim through, kissing his cheek
Short pieces tucked behind her ear
Are those winter evenings spent snuggled under the blankets
Whispering for warmth
When the fire had long died out with the day
Long wisps that caress the skin between her shoulder blades;
Indicative of a blooming spring time
When her dress would cling to her creamy skin
Like an orchid ready to seek the sunlight.
Tidal waves of luscious gold, spread over the pillow
Storytellers of their autumn passion
Her eyes twinkling like the stars of home
Frail and firm under his hand.
Falling for a strangerHis small bright smile shines under the sunlight
Peaceful gentle eyes I see
Calm black frames around those eyes
Mutual friend of someone I know
My heart skips when I see him
Our eyes lock when we face each other
Who is this mystery man?
Why is he around me so much?
Could he be the next one?
This is unusual for me
Never had I fall in love with a stranger
Dont GoThis is tearing me apart,
I cannot let you go.
Please dont leave me
In this place all alone.
Im not ready to say goodbye
Please stay a little longer.
These feelings I have
They just keep growing stronger.
Our time is running out,
I didnt expect to fall so fast.
Why do you have to leave?
I want this to last.
When its time for goodbye
I know I will break.
My heart will tear,
Everything will fall out of place.
I cant say goodbye
I know it will be forever.
Is there any point of love
If we cant be together?
That Price for Your VoiceDear 10,
All I want is to find
The lyrics, to rhyme,
Maybe sing this, sublime
To stop time,
And spew words that
My light, my shine, my beam,
Built to support the me within me
That loves so purely, so brightly
That I scream to the top
To the sky, above rock
That I’m free, that I shine,
That I’m me, and baby, you’re mine
But just then, I was here
With you there
I was lost
Thinking me, only me
Pondering “what could be?”
Poor old me, what vanity?
So push aside weakness, the cry
The fear, the hate, malice and discontent.
It’s obedience, just break free!
Do what it takes.
Take that next step.
Walk the hard walk
Stroll up that road that leads to the light
As the warmth of a soul given, not made
Then listen to that silence, all that’s offered.
To that wisdom, to that love, to that ease,
Now you’re free.
That one’s for me.
I see you, no more
ConfessionsI don't know that if you knew how much you really mean to me. After finding something that was able to fill that emptiness inside of me, I saw light. I became a dead machine after that life of mine ended. My losses, my sorrows, all gone when I first saw you. You are my painkiller. I may be like some other man who'd experienced what sadness is but you understood it. I could never be more happy if I was with you forever. Thank you. Thank you for making me feel life again.
Would.Would you still care
if I told you I didn't?
What would you do
if I didn't at all?
Why am I still here--
why are you?
I don't know
and neither do you.
Love songWhen I have noting to do,
I like to hear you say: I love you.
Then I'm starting to wonder how
I'm the luckiest, in the world, gal.
And when I'm starting to think what can go wrong,
I love to repeat in my mind your love song.
love of my lifeEyes like pools of melted chocolate and skin like ivory and the voice of an angle and beauty unmatched.
A smile is always there even for a stranger love to show all yet never given the chance. One of the wonders of the world locked away.
A girl put in the shadows: This is you.
You are loved by many yet you don’t know this.
So many times have I tried to tell you yet you will never know just how amazing you really are.
Miranda know I will never leave you and I will always love you no matter what we always have 18.
End of the PageShe uttered those words,
the ones she swore she'd never say:
"I don't love you anymore, girl.
There's no more reason to stay."
And at first,
I was not okay.
I was flipping tables,
remembering the constant fables
she whispered into my ears at night,
saying she'd never hurt me again.
Well now the truth comes to light,
and after hours of thinking,
I know that
I'm going to be alright.
I have no reason to be angry.
Heartbreak isn't the worst thing
in my life,
and though the strife is unnerving,
I know that I am deserving
of the better
that tomorrow will bring.
So I've decided, love,
to forgive you.
Even though you did
what you said you wouldn't do,
I know that in that moment,
way back when,
when you said you loved me,
in your heart it was true.
I hope you find a woman who will love you
twice us much as I,
because you deserve better too.
In the mean time,
I've got friends and family to see,
and I know now,
that you are not the end of me.
You are a chapter in my novel,
To us and our firefliesDrenched by the luminescence under the saffron skies, beyond the train tracks and the muddy crossroads we leave our world behind to enter a simpler time. A time to be a child and be amazed by blinking lights. The trees, the wind, the sky and the fireflies will resonate inside me. The beauty of everything that day was amplified and magnified by the presence of her. Some words were spoken though none were required. Nothing could steal the magic. Je t'adore.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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