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Disquieted Mind.What would it take?
as I breathe my shallow breaths,
taste the freezing cold,
ponder over the coldness of passing deaths,
find solace in the quiet that it brings.
What would it take, for us to freeze,
disquieted thoughts shan't cease,
but we'd be distilled, frozen forever,
so long as we please.
What would it take,
to release the pain within,
the pain of being human.
Melt my heart,
give me faith.
Make my star shine a little brighter,
melt me to my core.
I know we could do better.
So what if I told you there was a way,
to release the fear,
lock it away.
Turn your face to the stars,
let your eyes shine.
The snow will fall again,
but you will know that you are mine.
and you will then ask yourself:
"What would it take for our hearts to quiet again."
The Darkened Judgement.Your uncanny eyes,
betray the most secret sound,
whispers of the dark.
Lips pursed so tightly,
though outward fear is profound,
your fate is quite sealed.
Uncertainty.I know it's true,
the cruelty of a world so fated with sorrow,
brings the uncertainty of tomorrow.
I close my eyes,
feel my heart beat fast,
a melodic thrum.
And hear the terror of the cries,
brought forth by the sound of the drum.
In the silence of promised peace,
the sound of broken skies bleeding,
and the smell of smoke falls down all around us.
A woman falls to her knees,
and gives a sullen cry:
"Do not take them!"
Her broken body fell,
bleeding desperation a casting spell.
The soldiers trail on through,
facing the brave of the storm ensued,
follow their unburdened souls through the rain.
Blaze a path through their rendering pain.
How cruel it is,
we give name to nameless virtue,
our dreams are destined to fade.
If we are to face our own storms, with driven blade,
the story would also trail away.
I've come to find,
that we are seldom blind,
to lifes rising plunder.
And the crashing of thunder grows ever louder
-the sound of it all gives
Don't make a Sound.Don't make a sound.
As my eyes wander over you
to and fro
with the vibrancy of the ambient blue.
And so I say to you:
Quiet soft, beloved, stay
take my hand
let me calm your disquieted thoughts,
I'll whisk your breath away.
Follow me into a sea of stars,
and we'll drink the time anew.
Sip at the worlds sullen fears,
stripped bare by the passing years.
Don't turn around.
You will hear a softened echo,
reverberating off time and space,
even sweeter still,
the dimples of youth still shining
so brightly on your face.
Face your fears, my love
face your fears.
Your past is in the past.
Shh, quiet, my dear
Don't you make a sound.
Soon our lives will fall to decay,
and we'll dream it all away.
The Dulling Blade.In the silence of this fastly falling twilight is where,
the sun seems to feel its warmest.
And in this darkening world is where,
I find comfort,
in the quiet solace I dwell within,
and allow that lasting warmth to permeate my all-too-soft skin.
I cast a swift glance back to where
the laughter, the easiness,
floods the pathway,
lets us not forget what the true bliss of friendship really is.
I feel my eyes grow damp, and swallow hard trying to compensate for
all these things that I feel,
each and every day.
And how simplicity is but a dream.
How nothing is what it really seems.
It demands to be felt in the most sweetest of ways.
Whether it be out of release, or of containment.
your eyes contain the darkness of drawing curtains,
of a show coming to a close.
Your smile has lost its pure radiance,
in a world dreamed up in serenity.
And replaced it was with the bitterness of what exists to be reality,
in a world as beautiful as this.
You grow quiet once again,
Feeling without Feeling.I am feeling without feeling,
the sadness of the world.
An empty kind of color,
lost within plain sight.
There is emptiness, there is pain.
That melody grows hauntingly so, with each new refrain.
Creates a choking numbness,
a solitary sound.
Doesn't take away the pain,
the crying rain.
I want what I cannott have.
And cannot have what it is I truly want.
Though there is nothing in this world unattainable,
but the things you deem unattainable.
A feeling within a feeling,
exists the same as a lie within a lie.
Forever reverberating off the walls,
of every echo in time.
My chest though still feels,
as if no ink in the world could capture the image my heart so steals,
of uncertain certainty,
in which I so crave.
My heart feels,
as if it soon may cave.
I dream of places far from here,
transcending with harsh reminder,
that dreams exist merely as dreams,
never dwelling on the liquid remnant thoughts in which we hope to be real.
Deciphering themselves between reality and sur
Yggdrasill.In my heart, their exists a place,
unlike any other.
It holds together woven dreams,
and comforts me as a mother.
Hidden in the secret depths,
of darkness and of shadow,
is where a tree of purity,
remains with me for eternity.
It glimmers with the ghostly shine,
of dwindling little hope,
comforts and protects,
and offers ideals of love.
It refrains from the permanent wilt,
cursed by inner guilt.
It's branches whisper in the dying day,
leading again my thoughts astray.
Reminding me, that with it exists infinity.
So long as your light shines on,
this broken world will stay.
As it is, as it was,
it will never fall away.
Together, like a Curse.Long ago, there was a time
in which truly was,
residing where youth played at the strings of our hearts.
Ever teasing, steady, true.
Every day, a battle for you.
It was then I fell,
as your eyes cast their quiet spell,
and I realized soon thereafter,
that there would never be a happy ever-after.
Like the kiss of a slighted curse,
gone were you,
as sure as the shadows that which melt me.
Gone and come again,
for the youth of tomorrow like the sun does not fade.
Or cast my vibrant colors to duller forms of gray.
No Matter LoveI.
I'm the comet that appeared for the first time
that will never return
through the judgment of your life,
only to have you receive what I bring
as the love you long to take and return
before the ice dust from my departure
fades for all time.
Through the slender-necked sitar's silvery notes
pass the fragrance of our moonstruck limbs
surrendering to breezes
that play off a river that honors
the generations of lovers we now embody.
You were the fallen angel that waited so long,
knowing I'd be found,
to resuscitate and raise you up;
Not from whence you toppled,
but to couple in a holy damnation
and welcome in celebration
and never regret, no matter.
you're the reason for my fraying edgesA piece of me snagged
on your fingertips, now
I'm spending the rest
of my life unraveling
bad habitsi chew up keratin claws
and spit out lead nails
like letters laced with
a twine of tawny truths
and the smack of gums
forming lewd lilac lies.
you bite your sodden
to the stem of bone,
peeling layers of
paint-stained skin with
i often wonder
how my fingertips
morph metaphors with
awry alliteration while
your palms paint
purpled pastels and
my fractured wrists creak
and porcelain ghost
lines stripe your
autumn brushed skin
yet somehow, together,
we still create beauty.
PicturesqueThe smell of the fire curls in my lungs, purring
like a tabby kitten. Roasting marshmallows
crisp on the ends of our sticks as I lean
against you, our heat mingling like the smoke
rising to the sky. Your eyes twinkle as you talk,
your hands gesturing widely, and the marshmallow
flies into the woods. We clutch our stomachs
as we laugh in harmony, our voices twining
together in the silence of the night.
About a girl(French version below)
Naiad, braving the tumultuous streams without risk
Your crystalline beauty illuminates these shabby, spineless and muddy reeds,
The softness of your skin like a caress that even the sea air couldn't bring me;
Oh My, I'd like to snatch this ivy leaf which covers you way too much!
I accomplished the most perilous labour just by staring at you;
My Hesperide, your breathtakingly high curves entice this pilgrim, blinded mortal,
And force naked and fool men to carry their own Iliad out to conquer you.
The singing of your voice shall guide us through this long, calm watercourse to the Elysium.
Your smile, forbidden sin, makes me break all my oathes.
For a brief moment, I vow to let myself be fooled by these pipe dreams of fantasy -
I want to dedicate this lyric song you've inspired me to the Gods, Polyhymnia,
You got me sailing on the river of dreams.
About a girl
Naïade, bravant sans péril les flots tumultueux
SanctuaryVines stretched between her fingertips
Flowered fields grew at her word
and I swore that the galaxies lived in her eyes.
Starlight was the laughter that she breathed,
A universe of its own
Framed by the graceful arc of her parted lips.
Her movements were the gentle ocean waves
and daylight played off her skin,
Even in the darkest corners of the night.
A lion's roar was found in the screech of her cry,
and waterfalls trickled from her delicate lashes.
Mountains settled on her sloping brow,
her arms became the atmosphere I couldn't believe I ever lived without,
and a new world built itself upon her beauty
each and every day.
And so when the realm around me became too small,
I found my sanctuary in her.
My dearWhen I hear your voice
My heart beats faster and sigh
Think of us
I see perfection, perfection
Love you and will always love you
PermanenceNot a day goes by that I do not think if you. That I do not wish to hold you close and never let go. I never thought I'd be so happy. So happy and in love. So joyful in life.
You've changed me for the better in more ways than you could ever know.
It'd probably take an eternity to explain how much I love you. I couldn't express said emotions. The feeling of longing and devotion rather well. The feeling of never wanting to let go.
I've never been one for sappy love letters and long winding esoteric lectures ,yet I'm writing this. I'm a walking contradiction.
I've never been one for romantic things , yet my words are flowing through my veins so poeticly. Like an electric current of passion. A sea of never ending happiness.
You're the only person who could make me feel this way.
I long to embrace you more than life itself. Without you ,my heart has no meaning. It beats as I breathe. It beats with a feverish pace. An unwilling desire to never end.
A Smile, Perchance.Shake the folly away, my dear.
Shake it all away.
For it's just fun and games, I say.
It's just fun and games.
You're the riddle to my fiddle, sweet.
And play sweet songs you do.
Make me laugh, and smile-weep.
Swept right off my feet.
Why so tense, so serious dear?
Never shall you fear.
You and I, we will be dancing.
'Round and round we'll veer.
To the left, the right, yes all around!
You'll sway me to your sound.
The smiles, oh how they dance!
You've stolen mine by chance.
And for 'ere abound, I'll be around.
Like the sun, for now I'm found.
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
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.
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