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no titlehold our breath so we don't make a sound
figures of black creep into light
holding the heads of their enemies
up high in the air
shivers go up our broken spine
as the hues of red become visible
we long to scream and run away
but that's just how karma works
ash - collabthrough the window pane, through the dreary glass
from outside my window, the world turns to ash
the bright glow of fire, the smoky fog overhead
convince my subconscious that i'm better off dead
let the smoke fill up my lungs so i can no longer speak
'cause my words are so old they could be an antique
watch as it spreads through this ghost of a town
i don't give a fuck let it burn to the ground
a game of chance - collabbirds chirp from within my ribcage
playing the xylophone on my lungs
saints become sinners in a game of chance
with every breath, the clock ticks by
chance is fate, and fate controls chance
perjury keeps us a bay, but we're left asking why
why we feel alive when we're clearly dying
dying for the irony that was thrust upon us
as we make a mockery out of the stars
we're laughing, stuck, in-between the bars
screaming will get us nowhere,
silence will drive us insane
but deep inside, who's to blame?
glasswishing on shards of broken glass
that are cutting through my veins
famously adrift in my own train of thought
too bad it's crashing
cold air pirouettes on exposed skin
motionless in a sea of green
mixed with the rusty taste of red
overflowing into oblivion
back out.sell-out sitting in a blackout
you don't write for yourself anymore
you write for approval, renewal
but that's not good enough for me
schizophrenic menace"doctor, please cure me. I can't think for myself!"
(there's blood in the bathroom sink and jars of fingers on the shelf
fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me)
"doctor, there's something wrong. you must agree!"
"no there's nothing wrong, you seem to be fine.
if there was something I would surely see a sign."
(the living room is covered with plastic, so there will never be a stain
when he comes into the house and I shoot a bullet through his brain)
the truth is.you think you're a star on the rise
but the truth is you're plummeting to a
gone with the goners
we'll never know
you think your words bring joy
to the living and the dead
but the truth is you can't write
about feelings in MY head
losing it.and we both know
that the sun won't shine anymore
because we've made a deal with the dark
all that's left is vacancy signs to illuminate the night
and the lonely hearts will sing hallelujah
to forget the blacks and blues
painted over fragile skin
there is nothing left to lose
historically inaccurate documents-i-
you were perfect.
i could not look directly
at your flare, your lace,
i learned to love and blush
in that moment.
there are eight planets
and each one orbits
i am the first person to name
this cluster of stars
for the handful of freckles
on your arm
that it mirrors.
and i am also
you are the gleaming envy
of every viewer. you stand
bathed in worship-worthy
nervous ticks that only i
not a single other being
in our plane
is made of matter.
you alone are real
and we are the shatters
of the echoes
your breathing makes.
cusped quasars sync
portals swarming out of
sinusoidal orders. ornate
soils storing digitized loyalties
of lovers purring potently.
potential switched kinetic
all times are ours
and all dimensions follow
all rhymes involve
and all tensions swallow
we're all right
in all beds
with all words
like the length
of our lives,
we are withou
Bitlets 158She can’t decide to ask him
picking the petals of forget-me-nots:
he likes me,
he forgives me not.
PetalsI pull off a petal
"He loves me."
His smile is the galaxy I live and breathe in.
I pull off a petal.
And when he can't make time for me, that's okay.
He makes up for it in his kisses.
I pull off a petal.
The other girls don't matter
Because he comes home to me.
It hurts a little but I deal with it
Because he is the sun and the stars.
I pull off a petal.
He may ignore me sometimes
But deep down I know he cares.
I pull off a petal.
I'm hurting, but I need him.
He's the only one in my head.
He's the air in my lungs.
I pull off a petal.
"He loves me not."
In TuneI breathe in time with the rise and fall of your chest.
When our fingers lace, they hold tight for hours.
You don't just finish my sentences
I swear you read my mind.
We're a well oiled machine.
Like the ebb and flow of the sea.
We're becoming one body, one soul.
You and me.
We're meant to be.
Our UniverseHere we are in our mundane universe.
We stand underneath the night sky
And gaze up at the stars.
We are two small specks of dust
Attached to each other by tangled fingers.
My toes wiggle deeper into the sand
As I watch you splash around in the warm water.
Sometimes it's hard to believe there's a universe out there.
But we'll see it someday.
Together, hand in hand,
We will explore this huge galaxy.
We will make our own discoveries.
We will search for adventure
All the while we hold tightly to each other.
Because I see the universe in your eyes and your heart.
Because no matter how far we go
We'll still be two little dots
Lying on that beach
Aguila negra: preludioTres años atrás te vi por primera vez
pero era demasiado timida para hablarte
de modo que solo te contemplaba desde lejos
y te seguía a escondidas, no quería asustarte.
Al principio hablamos limitadas ocasiones
te veía muy poco pero en mi mente
siempre estabas presente,
a cada segundo
a cada instante,
era inevitable recordarte...
Hasta que un día, después de mucho esperar
me armé de valor y me acerqué a charlar,
no sabía si era una buena idea
pero ya no podía aguardar la espera
Tu mirada tan dulce
tu sonrisa angelical
hicieron que me derritiera
que se nuble mi pensar
Al día siguiente me escribiste,
me preguntaste si quería salir
yo muy emocionada
dije sin pensar "¡si!"
Disfrutamos de la danza
de un cielo estrellado
bebiendo te bajo el árbol
me estrechaste un abrazo
La miel es más dulce
cuando la pruebo de tus labios
las noches son más frías
cuando no estoy a tu lado
Intentamos tomarnos una foto
domain and range mean nothing before 10 amshe made worlds on tuesday mornings
not bothering to listen or take notes but instead
looking down onto the numbers and letters at her fingertips
and drawing the square roots and functions up in her mind
graphing virtual abstracts of you that
her unsteady hands lacked the deftness to create in her notebook.
she had tried a thousand times, though,
sharpening the pencil over and over
and adjusting this exponent and that denominator to get nearer to your curvature
in hopes of a more accurate depiction
in hopes of a smaller margin of error
but she ran out of lead faster than your face ran through her head
and erasers and echoed lines
are flimsy compensation for such an injustice to your irresponsible perfection.
so she forewent paper
instead latching tight onto the afterimage
which contained a calm, unstirred world
where the cream in her coffee spiraled into art and froze mid-oblivion
where the clicks of locks on doors meant
nothing more than solitude
with her thoughts
where your navy-and-
highschool heartsnew faces, old faces
faces we think we see
faces we wish we would never see again
laughs out loud
proclamation of feelings
sitting at the red table
coffee in hand
smiling so faintly
you joke so inappropriately
but not at that
how oblivious love is
how oblivious our lives are now
and pretty brown eyes
that glint in your eye when i blabber on
your pretty lips
i promised i'd stay on my studies
but i'd rather be studying chemistry
One nightOne night, I can be with you.
I don't have to look at the moon
anymore; hoping that you will be
looking too. The stars dance
around the moon like all those
other girls do, because they want
to be with you.
Envy begins to the poison that
sets into my veins; how any of
those girls could make you feel
like you've found the one but I'm
just going to be that girl that
sits on the side wishing that
you could love me.
You won't even know anything about
me but, I know so much about you,
my dear. The way that you smile the
definition of happiness, to the way
your voice plays a symphony that is
I begin to fall in love with you
all over again, like I did before.
Nothing could make me feel so safe
and warm in a cocoon except for you;
looking at me with those blue eyes
that are brighter then the ocean
itself making it jealous of you.
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