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An ex Fiancee's memoryWhen a memory,
Is more than just a memory,
And you would give away,
Everything from then to now,
To take back the words you hear her say,
Asking only why and how,
As you sat dumbfounded in disbelief,
She left you alone in your grief,
You spit venom with your words of hate,
Hoping to take back what you lost,
Not realizing you sealed your fate,
And have given up all but the cost,
To love is lose it all,
To live is to learn to fall,
Hold on to those precious things,
Those little moments in your head,
The way she acts when she sings,
The way she left naked from your bed,
One year since she left your sight,
One year since that awful fight,
And you think of her still,
The way she hugged and kissed you,
Forgetting her you never will,
She is apart of everything you do,
Her memory is all that is left to be had,
And you cannot smile or be glad.
Don't Fall AwayRest here where I wake,
Alive in every regret and mistake,
Full of hope for days to come,
As I was drown in this rum,
Call out to the nearest friendly soul,
Only to find a rotten goal,
Let not this insomnia take hold,
As a heart once warm goes cold,
Heartless devotion to a faded dream,
Faces not what they seem,
I turn away from close friends,
To call upon bitter ends,
Of cigarettes and cigars,
Long nights at shady bars,
Alone in a state of drunken despair,
You find a man who wouldn't care,
A year to date of false pretense,
Has left this life rather un-intense,
Call upon feelings lost,
To bring about a better cost,
Of love and remembrance,
Instead of hate and vengeance,
Let those nights be filled with dreams,
And let your life stitch it's seams,
So that everyday doesn't blur away,
In regretful words you wished you didn't say.
My Life, My Family, My way of beingOne year,
One sad and lonely length of time,
One terrible and heartfelt chime,
Something gone and never forgotten,
With heart break and feelings rotten,
Day to day in lives of love and hate,
Our whole hearts in helpless debate,
Over and over again we smile,
While wicked ones spew endless bile,
We love and give our all,
While hopeless ones make us fall,
And when we have no love or home left for our own,
We cut out and give to you our bone,
Those of us who know selflessness,
Know of your pettiness,
And still we smile all for you,
Giving up to what ever you may do,
We are good people of abundant heart,
Who would give our all from the start.
In This DeathAnd as I lay still,
On the bed of my defeat,
Wondering how high was this life's bill,
That it would not let me beat,
Those sorrowful tones,
In which my voice did flutter,
Old and withered bones,
Crack and snap in the gutter,
I feel a sense of worth wash over me,
Knowing that if I lost to you,
I did at least hope to be,
The better part of what we do,
When friends and foe alike,
Have lives of brilliance and perfect white,
I cannot dare dislike,
Their better love and stronger might,
When because of me they learned,
That no hurt is without hope,
For everything they have earned,
Has somehow taught them all to cope,
So in this lonely death I say,
Do not cry or run away,
Though life is hard and cruel sometimes,
It is always filled with loving rhymes.
My Life Thus FarLooking back at my past I see,
All the things that make me me,
And through all the good times and the bad,
I realize no matter how I was sad,
I could have been or really was not,
I gave exactly what I got,
Each relationship a loving story,
Filled with love and also glory,
Gives me hope for those friends I see,
And what hopes they have to one day be,
Because this life has made me so,
And has placed me on the path I go,
I smile and wonder where they are,
And if they remember that fools night at the bar,
All those friends then and now,
Always come back someway somehow,
To make me realize those happy thoughts,
That sadness it rots,
And I am left like the nature around me,
Growing ever forward to be free,
Happiness lay in the eye of the beholder,
And I date step just a bit bolder,
Into my future knowing this,
Each sunrise is a new days kiss.
Life's cruel journeyBless this broken road we wondering souls walk,
forever bound in life's turmoils and troubles we rock,
shackles on our ankles and feet,
the ground shall shake as we hear the beat,
of a million and one damned walking by,
as summer days fade to winter sky,
and upon the golden alter set ahead,
we begin to fill with love and dread,
let not the darkness overtake you,
and control everything you do,
turn instead to love and light,
and reclaim that fallen sight,
of hope and wonder long forgotten,
instead of sorrow and feelings rotten,
look to the eyes of friends and lovers,
who hide beneath such shallow covers,
to take a once beating heart,
and hear it again restart,
so we bless this broken road,
upon which life has based its code.
Forget not the TruthFaith is but the light,
Which all things are found,
And by things i say happiness,
Away from fear and fright,
For which my life is bound,
Let all this craziness,
Slide away from what I am,
So that my light might shine through,
All that is and will be,
Those hate filled memories that stem,
The painful memories of me and you,
So that one day I may see,
All that was will soon come,
And all that will is soon to be,
Not so dumb,
That I deny truth in fact,
I am a man based on life,
Not belittled by my strife,
I surpass all my strife,
Let it be known that I stand,
Free of man and free of land,
Upon the lies that I do weave,
In hopes of truths that can cleave,
Hopes and prayers I hold close,
In solemn regret I take another dose,
Of deceit and woes,
So that I know where true life goes,
Bless me the wondering soul,
Who wishes not to reach the goal,
Of heart and soul felt pride,
To find those things that you hide.
Never DoneWhy is your head down,
Why do you wear that wounded frown,
Take a long look around,
See where your life is bound,
The plan might not always be seen,
But it has always been,
Look into the eyes of your family and your friends,
And see that love never truly ends,
It just changes shape,
Sometimes it wears a silver cape,
And sometimes it is a bloody thorn,
Still you should never mourn,
Because love is a blessing in all its forms,
It will guide you home through all life's storms,
So wear a smile proudly,
And sing this life's song loudly,
Because in this fleeting moment,
You are truly without torment,
And you may see life is heaven's gift,
A thing to repair any rift,
And happiness is now,
What you will soon learn how,
To spread with joyous wings,
And with abundant pride it sings,
This is the life of everyone,
And in this moment we are never truly done.
The Journey is Just As FunI don't care,
what you've been or where,
How many miles you've seen,
Or how you think yourself unclean,
The world is a fucked up place,
I can see it written all over your face,
And I am just as messed up as you,
People shy away unlike I do,
I have been there and done that,
Got as many lives as a crippled cat,
Never have I been bored with life so far,
Like buying a slightly used car,
I live for the long winded trip,
And not the destinations tip,
Because I just don't care,
I whole heartily love past what some call fair,
Just because the story is better,
Through all this crappy stormy weather,
Left overs or sloppy seconds,
This smile of mine how it beckons,
To arms of true acceptance,
Let me be your life's next reference,
So you will smile and soon move on,
Even after I may be gone.
This Day Is...
A day to love,
Someone up above.
A day to commemorate;
A day to appreciate.
A day to reminisce;
A day when someone special is missed.
A day that’s too good to be true,
A day filled with many memories of you.
A day just to say,
I wish you a happy birthday.
What s in a name.What´s in a name?
It´s just a word that we call,
Everything and everyone
has a name,
does it make us a better person?
No... what a shame
Does it define our characters?
No... it´s not to blame
Does it have any financial status?
No .... but maybe fame
So if you´re a rockafella, a Gates,
a Trump or even the Queen
It doesn´t matter
shout your name
I am who I am
and I have a name
cos deep down inside
we´re all just the same.
by Suzanne Karbach August 2014
ParthenopeTurn your head from distant island,
from sandy shore and crystal sea.
Resist the call of the lonely siren
singing death on the horizon.
Beware her song; listen to me;
turn your head from distant island,
where dwells a daughter of Poseidon
yearning, singing a magical decree;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Rest your eyes up Orion,
the stars will guard your constancy.
Turn your head from distant island
as our ship sets sail to widen
ourselves from that mermaid key;
resist the call of the lonely siren,
her seaweed hair fraught with diamond
treasures stolen from that deadly reef.
Turn your head from distant island;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Keys of the PassengerImposing figure
Why do you linger with me here?
A gestured feature
As soft as flowers by
While on my way to reach her
The tarnished silver
Green like the finger I lost
That let my colours
Grow like the flutters in my heart
But take to flight
Out of a viewing standpoint
Breeze by to keep her in sight
A whirring wheel
Below the heel I have down
Does not derail
Wherever hail your address
Ignore and follow
Until my feet fall under
The tears that match my sorrow
With quiet clatter that drowns me
The lanes are melting
My path respecting none a plea
I hear her calling
But over that your silence
A weight's abjection falling
Why do you torture this road?
I travel worried
Because you stay at my right
...I will fight
A desperate race to pry free
The glass is speckled
From threats and heckled terms met
No word is spoken
An air unbroken but intense
A rider chauffeured
The holder of the key ring
So deals I
Darkening SkiesCrystal blue skies was once visible
In a world without anything formidable.
Opponents were partners and villains weren’t wicked;
No crimes had been committed.
But through the years the blue skies began dimming;
The end was now the beginning.
The skies had darkened by malevolence
As the crystal pieces broke away the benevolence.
Shards of glass rained from these falling skies.
Lives were easily taken and it was sounded by cries.
Battles were fought; blood was shed.
What was once peaceful had become dead —
Innocence was no longer carried;
They had a shovel and it was buried.
Tyranny exiled happiness.
War left people defenseless,
Stranded to fight alone without anything.
Cruelty had killed them before the ending.
Their worst fears had crippled them.
Breathless, lying still, eyes toward the sky: they’re condemned.
Forced to watch the ashes of loved one fill the clouds
With embers cascading down as the sirens grew loud;
Souls flickering within the dust.
From the pressure o
ShorelineBetrothed to flaw
To the choice before choice
Where there is only emotion
And a half-remembered voice
Telling what one saw
First line of foamy wake
Loud and churned from behind
There sent upon a seething land
What comes before the blind
As action without mistake
Parts of the watch
A spring or gear or hand
Drowning in responsive steps
Their time is harried by swirling sand
Its face imperfect lie staunch
As islands shape the water
It sends providence unchecked
The first passage of philosophy
Contained of following specks
That grow until all is overturned
Conjoined by the timepiece
Fixed into a broken state
They suffer in each other
First blows harsh to take
Fueled from accosted belief
Let Me OutHeart and mind racing,
still pacing my cage.
each step just to gauge
the odds that I might
get through this in one piece.
Too tired to fight,
yet unable to cease.
I stared at her, as she stared at me,
She wasn't quite what I expected her to be.
I imagined she would be pretty,
I dreamt that she was smart,
I thought she would be popular
And have a golden heart.
I thought she would be tall
And that she would be cool,
I hoped that she would be talkative
And that she'd fit in at school.
Instead she is clumsy
And really quite plain,
She's a little on the short side
And much prefers the rain.
She only has a few close friends
And is otherwise quite shy.
Her golden heart is more like brass
And it's easy to make her cry.
But despite my expectations, I really have to say
That I really wouldn't have myself be any other way.
TnM - Un BrindisThomas Pov
Era el día más feliz de mi vida, me había casado con el amor de mi vida, aun con las dificultades, con los miedos, por la sociedad y demás cosas que nos podía separarnos, con mí ahora esposa Marie estaba en el punto del brindis, su padre entre lágrimas y sollozos de felicidad nos dijo lo que nos deseaba a mí y a Marie, siguieron Jazz, Xavier, Fred, Amanda e incluso Dezz quien es muy tímida, la hora del brindis se acababa
- ¿Puedo hacer un brindis? – comento de pronto la pelinegra caminando a la mesa en donde se encontraban todos
- Claro que si Am, puedes hacerlo – respondí feliz ante mi amiga
La que había aparecido en un sueño aún antes de conocerla, se veía bien con un vestido azul con brillos largo con escote muy sensual propio de ella
- Bueno – empezó cogiendo una copa de vino tinto – Estamos aquí celebrando la boda de unos de mis mejores amigos, quienes lucharon m
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