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Reach out to those I love
They all seem so very real to me
But I've been hurt before
Walls of precaution
Tumbling down to hit the ground
Kiss me slowly...
Do you know, could you say
It's been so long
Since I last trusted one individual
With all I am
I'm tired, could you tuck me in?
This hope is strange but wonderful
The dawn is breaking
Smiles that don't fade away
Oh, please love me for a thousand years
Then love me for a thousand more
SkyeShe was as blind and beautiful as her namesake,
Ever changing and evolving with the seasons of her mind.
She hid not a single emotion.
She always said what she was feeling.
Her face betrayed her, and she knew it not.
If you needed someone to talk to, she was there.
Every sensation experienced showed clear;
Even if you didn't want to see.
Sometimes you even forgot she was there.
She was calm, catastrophic, serene, stormy, heartbreaking, deep, confusing, ponderous, perfect, haunting, mysterious, amazing, inexplicable...
(And, of course, always nice to look at.)
Jenga Is a Dangerous Game
Oh, please don't use words like "forever" and "always".
I get a little dizzy when you say them,
And my careful, precarious stack of hopes could fall down at any minute.
Though I don't and do wish you wouldn't,
You build it up, nourish it, make it grow
Each time you are kind to me.
Add a block for every smile.
Cause my heart to fly, my soul to sing;
Make me want to dance with you until the music ends...
But please, don't use words like "forever".
My tower is too tall, and I can't afford
To let it collapse on me, too.
Dear IdeaDear Idea,
I don't blame you for not liking me. A lot of the time, I don't either. I'm limited, immature, ignorant. Cowardly and self-doubting. I am only human.
You said you needed me. As you may have guessed, the feeling is mutual. I need you to create. I need you to inspire me. To bring me higher. To make me a part of something bigger. I need you so that I can leave a part of myself behind. If I did nothing else while here, let it be said that I gave you life; that I released you from he frail, tiny prison of my mind; that I used you to expand and better the world.
I need you when school is boring. When the days get tough. I need, I need, I need. See how I am? (But you already know.)
You have to understand that I can only do so much. It must be hard to condescend to me, frightening, brilliant thing that you are, but bear with me (as I tremble). Often I must put you on hold when you call; frequently I must store you away for later despite your frantic, furious struggling. Many d
Those TwoAre insufferable, impossible,
The way they paired off prettily
Never ceases to irritate me.
The way they hold each other's hand,
Say gooshy things (that I can't stand!)-
This adorable cheese is going bad.
Us single ladies, we get mad.
Though I suppose I'm not third wheel,
It's getting close. I'm watching, seal.
And until I reach sixteen,
Envious, I'll remain.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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