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the letter of our life Sincerly,
I've started at the end; that's where we began. This is all backwards. It's what we are. It's not fair to me, that you are stronger when we both share the same pride. If opposites attract, we wouldn't know. Differences are many, similarities abundant. We're both made of ice, but together...somehow...we melt. As our forces oppose each other-youawayfromme-meawayfromyou-this time we don't go. There's a reaction and we both end up alone. Did you want that? I didn't. I'm sorry for the damage I've done. I don't want to admit my faults but I guess I just did. Perhaps we can never be.
1.Does a person need a reason?
She gropes for a foothold
(someone to hold her)
and echoes of her troubles
shake her insides.
Superhuman hero hath no fear.
Carry her shattered remains
to the catacombs
(safety buried deep)
Naked soul, she's up for grabs.
Tell me what makes you tick-take-talk.
"Listen to the birds. Soon it will flood
your emptiness. Your impurities can't
win me over"
She's losing it, losing this,
"Edgar Allen Poe killed me in a
wine cellar last spring."
She hates you, they hate her.
Indifferences and identity
can't define character;
just a drivers license.
augments her gash.
Bleed bleed bleed-
bits and pieces of my words.
mold them to your desire;
this is what they mean to
tell me that
i love you
in a way only i understand.
do i really?
i love the word
for it speaks of my mind
scattered and clattered
by his musical
ricochetet off the walls.
he's far less (yet very close)
tell me again why you
i love you,
i love you,
the moon and the
stars are no surprise.
i've fallen right here.
leave me deadDon't touch me.
You're the best and the worst.
I can't finish my thoughts;
you abduct them.
Weave your fingers through mine,
maybe I will like this.
please just let me go...
let me go!
Don't touch me.
I swear it, I will.
You gave me a taste of what
I fear and used to dream.
Congratulations, lets hear some applause.
You make me sick.
please just let me go...
let me go!
Don't touch me.
I'd rather be alone.
Hannah's SongLost in the depth of his resplendent eyes, blue and bold in the pale moonlight. A fine smile kidnaps her breath; he spend his day with someone else.
Honey coated melody of his voice...radiate through her secret heart. He does not grasp her actuality nor abounding love for his distant soul.
JoyYou fear reprimand,
love feels so far away.
That blade leads you astray.
Your life is not unplanned.
Don't refrain from tears.
Have faith; you're not alone.
Scars and lies...heart turning to stone.
Do not give into fear.
You said it's art...
the result of a mistake,
and happiness is fake.
This breaks my heart.
Traitor of My HeartCrippled hearts.
Complications led to empathy;
admiration declared from the beginning.
Insecurity held me back-
consisting words of refrainment.
Potent pursuit to make me fall.
Factual I will be.
Opposite occurence of my life...
despite, my affections climb.
Uncertainty screams in my conscience.
Flattery was birthed in deception.
Affirmation is a promised death,
abrupt came betrayel of trust.
Adaptation of a dreaded loss;
just my luck.
Silver tongue, slippery words, tumble downhill.
Faith like shattered glass,
puppy lost in the rain,
begger with only a coin.
Life like a reciprical.
Well pondered apology.
Too late for the return.
Forgiven; but unbelieveable.
Struggle to regain confidence.
I won't take the journey
of a simply unworthy cause.
ExpressionYou've finally reached me.
I finally trust you.
I hope I don't overstep,
when I speak.
The depth of my feelings
may come as a shock
You're my best friend
but there's something more.
Moments spent with you,
I'll treasure forever.
Are you listening?
Without you, where would I be?
My intentions are honorable,
we have our boundaries.
I don't mean to confuse
yet I'm not sure if this is right...
Perhaps my feelings
are different from fact
Can emotions control truth?
You're always on my mind
Patience is a virtue-a fruit
Love is complex
Far too many for words
Lightening strikes so fast
Is that why I've
missed so much?
When you find your wings,
and learn to fly...
may I come along?
TransformationOut stepping my shelter, following His footsteps
An act of faith with a roar of intimidation
My enemy hates, he attempts destruction
Darts, arrows, piercing blades
Wallowing in defeat, I see no way out
The attack prevails, I dive toward the floor
"God please, please! My knees are bruised,
My tears are gone, can't you help me?"
Beyond the silence and the fears, God speaks
His voice is like honey and sweet to my ears
His words are a shelter, obliterating fears
My heart absorbs His strength and might
Spoken are the words of triumphant victory
Uplifted hands tremble in awe
Rising upon weak knees, rejoicing while weeping.
God has saved me!
Comprehending my purpose, I progress
Marching alongside the lifter of my head
Declaring His name through every word said
Pursuing Him into obscurity
Trust presents a vivid light
Could it be possible for God to fail?
He has not, nor will he ever
He is God!
Flesh reaches it's closure, God has taken charge
Promised victory has now come, outreach increased
When Stars CollapseThis is how you bespeckled my bones
with bewilderment: you kissed hushed heart
whispers and slumbering secrets
into my fingertips. You infused awe
into my joints, causing me
to ask how snowflakes got their
shape and how long would it take
to get from the Sun to Capella.
You taught me that energy is neither
created or destroyed; stars do not die.
Eyes washed with emerald sorrows you
told me that they evolve, they change
into something entirely different,
or not so different.
I now know we are made of the same
particles as someone or something else.
We began someplace together.
We're made of so much more than "star-stuff",
we are made of each other.
In a world with no mercy
Day after day
Until the end
The day I die
And then maybe
I'll find some peace
The Breaths Between Usi'm minutes away
from the collision site
the breaths between us
and the lost time
clock guts, sprung
our hallway uncoils
his walnut lean
i'm seconds away
from the before
of our near-miss
the beads of air
and the imperfections of
in a rumored heart
a stuttering mass
this broken belled
has lost hold
of the lives we live
its skullsong rings
the same vibration
I am me. Who are you?I am fragments
of every person
I've met; every
memory made; every
bond formed and tie broken.
I am an orchestra
of people's opinions;
each snide comment
each casual remark
each passing compliment
I am a library
of forgotten lies
and fake smiles
and empty promises.
I am a sky of hope;
filled with stars
which carry the wishes
of the people I have encountered
I am never alone
for their influence will forever
taint my soul and
remind me of their hopes,
dreams and pain.
This is who I am.
Who are you?
Blooming Through CrevicesBlooming Through Crevices
People are characters;
their personalities are not to be cracked,
but to bloom.
Codes and signals
Setting our sights
On how to see
Through the cipher.
Optics opting for options
As opposed to conscious.
Ardor replaced by harder
To break through exteriors.
But mortality is only one facet
Of the entirety of humanity.
It is a compass of one being,
But merely a piece of the puzzle
That makes up human composition.
let us not break through empathy
with deductive methodology
but rather with the rhythm
of a honeybee whistling along the hymn
of the wind whispering in the leaves.
humanistic, holistic ideologies
is what the standard can be.
it is the notion of being a metaphor
rather than being something to decipher.
because there are more stars and galaxies
in poetry than there will ever be algebraic
expression curls up with ambiance
under the window pain of a picture frame
because we write more about
storiesi begin and end with stories
where hummingbird hearts play sonatas
against my ribs and i drown in
early morning light and
the girl in me sinks into the sea
like rusting anchors chained to
ships and i sway port and starboard
the lion in me rises like lazarus
from the savannah where dust swirls
and i begin and end with stories
where i swallow the world and all
the rain and girls and lions in it
where i hold it up like atlas,
where i support jupiter with just
an index finger and where i chase
comets and cup them like fireflies
to hang on my bedroom walls
on remembering to breathe:i.
you can't hold it in for forever.
your lungs weren't
made to bear the weight
of this world, they weren't made
to left unexpanded
and unexplained -
it is not phenomenon that wakes you
when paralysis hits in the
night, it is physiology telling you that
not everything happens on automatic, okay?
(at least not for always)
you're born like a time bomb, with
only so many beats of
your heart in place to tick away day by day -
your words, they're the same.
there's a time limit
on your tongue, so say something that
means something - use words
that dig in and rip out hearts, use words that
curl around your fingers and worm their
way into your soul.
use words to make something
beautiful. something remembered.
never leave three things
left unsaid because they can be three
words that mean everything -
i'm not telling you to save your breath.
i'm begging you not to waste it.
sing. sing enough to take your breath
away because even though
it leaves you gasping, it fills up that
What is it really?An apple can't fall too close to the tree.
Love is a hurricane.
A spoonful of sugar makes your symptoms worse.
Laughter could be a cure.
Actions really do scream louder than words.
You don't get all of what you see,
and if you can't feel it, perhaps it does exist.
Building up walls keep people from climbing over.
Just because you need them doesn't give you an open door.
No one will chase after you even if you run away.
Equal and opposite is never the reaction.
Forgivness is easily forgotten.
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