|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Freedom is VanityHey everyone, look at me!
So independant, fun loving, free.
I do what I want and I'll hurt who I will.
You're only alive if your willing to
Who's love stands in your way
Wont accept you because
Are far to immature... So fuck 'em.
It's not like I try to be vain
Ugly people just hurt my brain.
So what if the mirror is my only friend?
How can you expect me to
Who's love stands in my way
Wont accept me because
Are far too insecure... so Fuck 'em.
So fuck 'em I say.
Aspiration of an Oceanic TrunkTwisters in an oceanic trunk
Crinkle a tapestry of pores
By five digits aspiring
To consume as ten-thousand.
Running heeds unwilling tremble
By siege of counted counterparts
Bloom inverted lip filled sails
Arched intrepid axal spine.
Opals crossed by snakes of hair,
Jaw tight with slacked position ,
Here accelerates spindled toes
curled against intoxication.
Hole Spackled Toxic TorsoSliding bars and simple stalks
Grind across a metal floor
Where crates filled with broken glass
Incinerate a static mesh,
All this atop an oil freighter
Is poured down my strip strep throat
While I beg to cure and cater
To keep indebted psych afloat.
Jar of pickled relative past
Fouls spring-loaded rusting horse
Stamp it through a cerebral shell
force hole spackled toxic torso.
Incarcerating first note
Stave menial inquisition
No textbook bypass wrote.
Melodramatic CataclysmSwallowed to the hilt
Of melodramatic cataclysm
Embalming feral tapestry.
Trepedate with non-admittance
for failure to adhere
To a bruised digested fruit.
Hunger to a paste.
Foreclose the wailing ignorant.
Soapbox muffling delirious
Nourishing template of suffix fuse
Grappling elder swallows
You bruise the bound to shackled one
Find the ominously misplaced
Relocated a trampled pause
Asphyxiate viral nuisance
For non-existent future cause.
Taint all that I am, I beg you.
Turn me inside out until I have
Nothing left to offer.
Convert these boyish missgivings.
Entangle me in your web of
Splendor and Disaray.
I long for my brokeness
Sevor my resolve.
I demand my emptiness
Shatter my everything.
You come as beautiful as the wind
Then pelt me with your hail,
And though I know to cast you out
I submit and let you bruise my flesh.
You can have me
Break me as you will
Abuse me as you see fit.
You can't have me
Take your hand from me
You're worth less then spit.
Sex in a CanMy pants want off!
My hips want free!
Only then may I,
Proclame my love to thee!
I'm bursting with love
Of the purest kind.
So what if love
Wishes to grind?
I be a "he"
And thou art a "she"
It was written in the stars.
It was meant to be.
I knew when I first
Set eyes on your face
Which is above your breasts
And your dangerous place.
It was love at first sight
Or so it would seem
By the way my shorts
Are soiled with cream
For what is this "love"
But a pelvic glee?
If achieved at first sight
How deep can it be?
Man chases woman
Woman chases man
The world needs a life
and sex in a can.
Parasitic MemoryPurest phantom from a thousand yesternights
Send me to your alter so that I may pray
And give penance to the savior of my desire.
One more breath to satisfy
This parasitic memory.
Overcome my will,
One more touch to clarify
Your bitter deliverance.
Crashing self denial
Grows beneath a crooked whim.
But ignorance shields my decrepit skin.
And ignorance shields my decrepit skin.
Wicked CrutchI must
Attempt to consume and devour.
Alleviate this weakness
That leaves me shattered disorient.
Destroy and break free from the
Consuming flames of my
Wicked crutch, my
That wish to drag me
Down into this relentless hollow,
Down into this bitter winter
Of your gravity that's consuming me.
Sweet intoxication, bleed not
The anger of my guilt, of my greed
Of my faithless desire for your
DoorsThere is a scratching, rapping... a gentle tapping on the doors. My heart jumps, my pulse
quickens. I can feel the energy surging through my veins as I lay my head and close my eyes. I'm
running through the coradors of my psyche, hoping desperately not to lose that seducing glow.
Dashing in and out, out and in. I see a line, a second, a third. Now a face is etched into my
mind, lines exagerating a bold jaw line, face twisted and contorted. The feelings well up within
me and burn into my hands until I can no longer help but take up my pencil. First the eyes, deep
and dark... then the arms, twisted, bound. I cannot Hear the words spoken around me, nor see the
people passing by, for my entire consciousness is consumed by this precious object before me. The
presence beyond the door that once gave me its gentle beckoning now demands my answer with a
resounding boom echoing each sparatic beat of my heart. Biting my lip, I tap into the bitter
sweet feeling that longs to connect me. The door b
Slow, LoveYou are more beautiful than you know
And I'm sorry, I don't let it show.
You are in my thoughts more often than not
But I want to take our friendship slow.
I Need YouI cannot slow the quiver within my heart
with a single breath you blow away my fears
when you hold me I know we will never part.
Your fingers grace my cheek to brush back tears,
sing softly sweet lullaby's within my ear,
I could contemplate over your eyes for years.
It means everything just to know you are near
stay with me to greet the dawn of a new day
you read the truth of my soul like a blind seer.
Within your arms all of the pain melts away,
with you beside me I know I can still fight
only you can help keep the demons at bay.
The moment I see you I leap with delight
and all I want is to be held through the night.
Das MitternachtskleidDich ziert allein des Mondes Schein,
doch könntest du nicht schöner sein.
Denn schwerelos legt es sich nieder,
auf deine blassen bloßen Glieder.
Der schwarze Samt, ein Sternenschleier.
Verliebt, verzaubert - niemals freier!
Berührt' ich dich in dieser Nacht,
verführt von unbekannter Macht.
Noch treiben wir im Sternenmeer.
Von unsren Armen sanft umschlossen.
Doch fürchten schon den Morgen sehr.
Die schönste Zeit wart kurz genossen.
Vergangen ist das reine Kleid.
Und aus der Liebe - wurde Leid.
A Crown to an Empty BedAlone I lie in cold December night
Against the mattress cold, hard, and ancient.
Perspiréd breath has ta’en its frosty flight
Around my room, both frozen and vacant.
No morn shall rise nor single evening fall
That has the cradle hold my companion.
Nay, youthful Summer hath o’erbounded Fall,
And, of my heart, Winter’s forged a canyon.
The fault of schism wound is mine alone:
The consequence of a love unrestrained.
Perhaps some eldritch sin should I atone,
But her new love was recently proclaimed.
Before this time where melancholy reigns
The Summer is the prelude of my pain.
The Summer is the prelude of my pain:
That rich, august time brimmed with light and rays.
T’was then when her love conquered my domain,
And we were betrothed ‘til our end of days.
My glance was transfixed on her mien’s fair sun!
My heart would pulsate only for her care.
And as the course of our compact did run
My passion for her rose with higher air!
My constant attention prov
Sonnet CollaborationLove is the floral aroma that surrounds you;
Like the warmth of the loving, the gentle, and the kind.
The dream that you always will want to wake up to;
Unlike the chill of the bitter and distant that keeps you in your right mind.
Love is the feeling of bliss, of the weightlessness of flight;
Soaring and fluttering faster than any heartbeat known.
In your arms I am protected by your insurmountable might;
Engulf me in your wings, my love, together we have grown.
Love is a wonderfully glorified, complete and utter mess;
It is like getting a cold from dancing in the rain;
It is the warmth of your heart as the rain melts away any and all stress.
Love is marvelous, but is also a great pain;
Love is letting them go and moving on to better days, sitting back quietly as your sad love song plays.
Beach DayIn undulating waves that pound the shore—
Their frothy tides embracing higher waters—
I saw my joy, and sat down to adore
The one this heart would daily choose to wander.
No distance quite too far, no background din
Too raucous that I cannot stay and ponder
All the currents stirred I'm swimming in
Inside my heart, a longing still for more,
And wanderlust for oceans to explore.
Hetalia PoemTomatoes are red,
Germany’s eyes are blue,
If I were close to two people who died,
I’d wave a white flag too
Les Yeux Dans La CageWould I notice (Decidedly not)
If a thousand years would come then go,
Were I looking deep into your eyes?
Nor would I care to see, hear, or know.
Metaphors are easy, though are wont
To be cliche. So I'll not tell you
What they look like, or say how they haunt
Me, or what they make me want to do.
Rarely will I notice beauty's sight,
In my dull daily life. I've seen much
Of this world, and for int'rest I fight
Daily to capture beauty as such.
Now, this feeling may not last, my dear,
Because fleeting things, all feelings are.
One day you'll fly, and you'll leave me here
Trapped alone outside your cage's bars.
What I'll cherish until then will be
Your smile, laugh and the ways about
You. Though I'll be sad you couldn't see
The door is broken, you can come out-
And be as free as you wish to be...
Even if you do stay here with me.
Freedom CryYou can't ask me to love
After I've broken the chains
Swore an oath to my heart
Never again to seek the pain
You can't wait forever
When I'm resolved to fight
Against all the scars
From the whips of my former plight
You can't be the words
Spoken with sincere eyes
Carried into the wind
If all they'll be is lies
Don't expect my heart to open
When I've mended the broken stones
Every turn of time
When I felt so alone
You can't expect me to love
When I embraced the arms
Of solitude,a solace
That never brought me harm
So if you can love me
Then turn and walk away
Because I have forsaken
The promises of "Someday".
Mort D'eteClosed to the lights
Of familiar remedy.
Cruel cycle passing.
The invisible weeper casts blue
Inviting the streets to a dance.
Detached eyes contain reflection.
Surrender among the alleyways.
Past the weeper and her clouds
Beyond the roads of dying days.
Diverging fates deny incline.
Succumbing will of wait engage.
One score plus ten and four
Five and Five 'till doubles squared.
Horizons sing on days decline.
When mort d'été passes prime.
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Keep in Touch!
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More