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Screamed her pain.I'm tired and I'm a basket case of pity.
Don't look at me.
Don't talk at me.
You can't see me.
I want to close my eyes and invade in my inner city.
Don't dare wake me.
Please hold onto me…
No… you can't see me.
Yes you do see me…
I'm so blind that I'm chaotic.
Wake me! Embrace me! Please!
Can you really see me?
I do want to go to bed.
I'm so weary…
Hold me please…
You can't see me…
Don't mock me…
Please help me…
I won't be able to speak of logic.
I am emotional.
I can't feel me.
I can't hear me.
Look at me…
Don't fret, and just hold me.
Please… even though… we can't see me.
What IfWhat if you had succeeded last year
Took enough to make your world go black
Those three words I would never hear
The friendship we wouldn't have got back
What if I hadn't asked to see you
Had already moved on
Did you want to see me too
Or were you already too far gone
What if you hadn't decided I was important again
I was only a vague memory
Where would we have needed to begin
For you to remember me
What if we hadn't got back together
Would we be better friends
Forget about you, I could never
I don't want this to be the end
Notice MeLook up from your desk.
Look up from your book.
Look up from your laptop
or iPod and songs.
Why can't you see me?
Why don't you care?
Why won't you answer my letters?
Do you even know my name?
Do you even recognize my face?
Do you even think of my eyes?
Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tear
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
Self-destructive lieSmile as you plop into the car,
Mother asks you,
"How was your day?"
Stumble into the restroom,
You smile and hug yourself in the mirror.
It's all your fault.
Your joyous expression suppresses the urge to vomit.
Now you're lying to yourself.
Months fly by.
They all ask,
"Are you okay?"
You ask yourself,
"Why do you care so?"
Because I said no.
"Because I still love him."
No, it's because you stopped loving yourself.
Screaming in your mind.
Fire in your soul.
You convince yourself you're worthless,
Glaring at the happy mask everyone sees.
If only they saw the true reflection.
Now everyone you open up to,
They all ask,
"Well did you want to?"
"It's a complicated answer."
Now you ask yourself,
"Did he rape you?"
But I know the truth,
I am a part of you,
Final MomentsStabbed in the chest.
Throat cut deep and wide.
Wrists bleeding out in puddles.
Light changes in my fogged and teary eyes.
The beating of my heart pounds against impossibility.
Breathing slows to a rasping whisper.
Arms going numb with blissful pain.
Red blurs my vision of the world.
The final pounding beat of a faint heart.
The last breath of a slipping soul.
Limp limbs find their resting places in pools of red.
Darkness takes over once and for all.
UndeterredHere we go again…
Another pointless day,
Another night of Dark Desires holding sway.
Time and again I've gone
Round and round,
Some I win and others I fail,
But ultimately I lose the war.
Ha! What lies!
What good did it ever do?
Who cares if rocking the boat
Who cares if all grow tired
Of my languishing screams?
I'm not here for their entertainment!
It matters not if my life
Is eternally on
Anguish and Shadow,
Tonight we dance
With Sweet Despair.
Tonight we sing
Laments to break
Our lonely hearts,
And echo forlornly
Throughout our Shredded Psyche.
Tonight I don't care.
Tonight doesn't matter.
Neither do my twisted,
My fantasies are my own,
Every last bloody rendering.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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