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The Nature of ItWhat I feel goes further than the point where the water meets the sky
Beyond any question of "Why?"
Far across the stars scattered way up high
What is within for you is more beautiful than the colours of the rainbow
Travels passed the sun on the horizon
Is more infinite than the seeds of strife that life can sow
It is grand and strong and joyous such as the thrill of flight
Ingrained and natural has breathing
Mysterious, lovely, calming, yet exciting as the night
It is as complex as calculating the rotation of the Earth
Heart and scent and sight
As simple as knowing, appreciating, and being blessed with all that is your worth
Brought on by imaginary adversaries
And (it seems)
Of emotions that go off on tangents
About what to do
And questions that repeat themselves
Until I collapse in a heap of tears
And crumpled Kleenex
'Cause I scroll down that line of text
And wonder what's next
And how to get these feelings off my chest
And wonder why
Wonderin' what's wrong
Until I realize that *I* am
That my parnoia has gotten the better of me
Getting crazy over friends
(Sometimes over strangers)
But sometimes those feelings are justified
But more often than not they aren't
And our hearts are just playing an insane part
But this is the place where are the craziness starts
For the Ones About the TimesThose moments come along when we think of what could have been
The ones that got away and the ones we pushed away
We justify and testify and still we can't convince ourselves of why
Why is it that we've done what we've done
And repeatative motions and repeatative words are useless
And we remain motionless
Not feeling quite blessed
Even if we are surrounded by happiness
We still feel stressed
We try to hide because we don't think we can survive
Through the lies we tell ourselves and the truths we tell too
'Cause we admit that our tears are futile
But we cry them anyway
Only to let them dry to the sounds of our sobs and our stories of yesterday
We know that part of us wished that they had stayed or that we had stayed
But the past is the past and in the past are things we can't change
Such as hearts and minds that have strayed from the path they once walked
Walked with our own and now we feel we walk all alone
But we aren't on our own and we relate to the tunes of o
No Time for TearsThere's no time for tears
There's too much to do
No time for sad thoughts
Thoughts about you
I'm using time I don't have
To write down these lines
I have no time for tears
I have no will to cry
This Is What Summer IsThis is what summer is
It's hot days
And cool nights
Underneath city lights
And cars crowding streets
The city humming along
With the soundtrack of our sweet summer lives.
rainsunAnd while the rain falls down on us
There's nothing else, there's nothing else
Well, nothing else but a silly notion
Of what was once a childhood emotion
And the little voice that whispers
"It could have been"
And the one that whispers back
"But now it can't"
So I'll lick my lips
As I turn my head away
Hoping you won't catch the desire in my eyes
But almost wishing that you will
And the thoughts that are playing in my head
Will get played out in real time
That you'll tilt your head down to mine
To taste the rain on my mouth
But that's not to be
And I know that too well
'Cause there's all this heat
That the storm we feel can't quell
So I'll move along
Pretending that there's nothing going on
Since that's just the way it's supposed to be
Quick.Stop.Speed.My nervous heart beats ever faster
While my breaths come in too short
Fearful thoughts race through my mind
Speeding by too fast to sort
You cannot fathom what you do to me
I myself find it hard to know
There's so much welling up inside
But my mouth it speaks too slow
I feel I've made a spectacle
I have no idea what words to say
Ideas conflict within myself
I choose wrong and put my stupidity on display
UnsaidThese are the unsaid words of the heart you'll never know
The thoughts and feelings of a love I'll never show
This is one of many attempts to express to you how I feel
The emotions of a broken girl who is just beginning to heal
Here it is laid out for you the things I'll never say
I write them out because I know I'll never let you read them anyway
FeelI feel useless and unpretty
Forgotten and alone
I feel not the least bit happy
I feel lost though I'm at home
I get jealous and unruly
My eyes begin to tear
I whisper words into the dark
That you aren't going to hear
I want to punch a hole right through the wall
I want to kick and scream
I want to hunt down certain girls
And be worse than their most frightful dreams
I am angry and possessive
I am guilty and ashamed
I am living through a lonely hour
And just wish that it would rain
I want the world to cry for me
I want someone to care
I want things back the way they were
But at times I don't mind that you aren't there
There's a million others out in the world
Lots of fish in the sea
But on cold and empty nights I find
I wish that you'll want me.
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
ParthenopeTurn your head from distant island,
from sandy shore and crystal sea.
Resist the call of the lonely siren
singing death on the horizon.
Beware her song; listen to me;
turn your head from distant island,
where dwells a daughter of Poseidon
yearning, singing a magical decree;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Rest your eyes up Orion,
the stars will guard your constancy.
Turn your head from distant island
as our ship sets sail to widen
ourselves from that mermaid key;
resist the call of the lonely siren,
her seaweed hair fraught with diamond
treasures stolen from that deadly reef.
Turn your head from distant island;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
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
Let Me OutHeart and mind racing,
still pacing my cage.
each step just to gauge
the odds that I might
get through this in one piece.
Too tired to fight,
yet unable to cease.
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.
MalfunctionFunctionin need of distraction
mind not at ease
breaths coming short
heart rate increasing
thoughts going nowhere
on keeping from shaking
when will it end
insides are quaking
hearing is sensitive
no one is calling
anger this brings
emotions are plenty
sadness and hate
worry and discomfort
the hour is late
nothing is happening
no one is there
if nothing is wrong here
why should i care
can't do a damned thing
mind is shut down
lip hurts from biting
mouth is a frown
when will the call come
to make this all end
closure and comfort
so i can function again
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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