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Illuminate my nightLover why don't you share
Your nightlight of lighting bugs
Sealed into your translucent mason jar
Illuminating my pathway
To a dreamland
Safe, far away from here
I don't have your arms to hold me
The darkness is overpowering now
Love's tragedyLove's tragedy.
You thought your seduction
But I'm just a pawn
in the devil's clockwork.
secretly using you.
to be used by you.
But we only abuse you,
and that simply
The ViolinWe all bid for your attention
with sorrow in our eyes
and pity in our hearts.
The violin plays on
as your colorful marionettes dance
Tears are shed
as the performance dwindles
Strings attached to our hearts
make us involuntarily move
while you watch on
in joyous splendor.
Oh how my wooden joints ache
from years of entertaining.
How I would like to gnaw through
this twin that enslaves me.
Somber springI don't think you saw my silver shadow in the monnlight
Or watched the sparrows fluttering in the breeze
you were gone you were far away
At the exact moment that I was watching the stars
you were no place near or dear to me
I don't think I can remember what color your eyes are anymore
I sit in the field of daises awaiting the sunrise
The dew of the morning settles on my skin
Pale as the winter snow that has long passed
I have not seen or heard of you since that last snowfall
I fret that I shall not see you until the first snowfall
Remember To breatheIt's amazing...
How you like the same music I do.
The way your eyes cut right through me; sending shivers up and down my spine.
The way your lips touch mine, while your hands trace the curves of my body.
The 1st time we kissed sparked interest and excitement. Now we can't keep our hands off each other
I love the way...
You know when something is wrong with me; and your eyes tell me you're worried.
You know all my ticklish spots you seem to learn more everyday
We compliment each other.
You can hold me while I sleep, and watch the dimples form on my face when I dream about you. I can't count all the minutes I've stared at you, amazed with your never-ending love.
The first night we spent together, waiting for the sun to come up; holding each other, listening to punk rock in my car.
The first time you said I love you And I was too scared to say it back
You told me that it felt like you were dreaming, and that's why you were so afraid to say goodbye. afraid I wasn't goi
She sat atop her roof laying in pigeon feathers and watching the clouds play pictionary before her eyes.
The breeze felt calming against the august heat. She tuned out the noises of the city during rush hour and concentrated on the singing of the birds and the whispers of the trees.
The sun was baking her skin, giving her faint freckles and a subtle tan.
"The birds they sing to me in foreign tongues that no man has been lucky enough to hear. The trees tell secrets that have been whispered beneath their branches late at night."
She traced her fingertips over the ruffles on her skirt while the wind blew loose pieces of hair in her eyes.
"I want to live under the stars, counting shooting stars and flirting with the man on the moon."
I sat contemplating loneliness and death while I lay in the tub. I watching the bubbles evaporate along with every feeling I had inside my body. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I screamed my lungs out; I was all alone in my existence.
"Why do people always feel inclined to make my day a little worse?"
I remembered what it was like losing someone you loved, who didn't love you as well; back then I promised myself never to love again. I suppose that's why every hope of a relationship always dwindles away with my tears. I stared at the pale pink walls in my bathroom and listened to the songs on the radio about love; I felt like throwing up.
I felt the bubbles on my skin as I laid face down in the bath. I wanted to stay that way forever; I felt invisible, and under the calmness of the water no one could hurt me.
Fisticuffs and love muffins
Why do you leave when everything has just begun. Your charming smile could get you in anyone's pants. You buy me five dollar daisies and sing in off key notes about love. You're a trickster, a prankster, and I love your laugh. You make me blush when you use your Jedi mind trick to get me to kiss you. oh how I kiss you
We spent all summer drinking lemonade and making love, listening to 80s music and head banging to the beat. I made you dance when you refused you blushed and said you couldn't. You said I'm all hips and hands, I pouted until you laughed and kissed me. oh how you kissed me
I said that you were blonde when you didn't get any of my jokes; you raised your eyebrow and threw a pillow at me. I tried to play fisticuffs but you pinned me to the bed and kissed me all over, stopping in your favorite places to nibble on my pale white skin leaving little bite marks
I hate the way you know all my ticklish spots and use it against me when I'm in a bad mood and you're trying to make me s
Perfect tv show
We tune into your story. You're left alone, pursuing dreams; and girls in short skirts. Does he ever get the girl? I'm sitting on my couch, throwing popcorn at the television screen, laughing at your tears.
Left alone to resurrect my pride
The picture starts to fade when I see her visiting you. Smiles and kisses outbid my spite. I begged you not go, I begged you; I pleaded The screen goes black and I'm left alone. You were my only hope Now you're watching me from my two way television screen basking in my misery.
My shock and surprise to your newfound love never once brought tears to my eyes, until i was safely in bed, tears fell on my pillow.
Your naive outlook on the situation made me frustrated and depressed. You were obviously unaware of the love I thought we shared. It's a lose lose situation for us. I'll stay depressed while you pursue happiness the happiness i gave was too far from your heart.
I thought I'd let you know just in case she
nightblind insightslover let me quiver out my phase
and swallow flack
like darling terraforms.
that misplow the verges
with eve-run clamor.
hand in hair
and tongue unchecked prodding
from riverbed to soft canal.
bit lip stammer
rubbing rushes in time
and my cheeks flush and rival
Secret LoveSecret love
For the time declared
That the royal were the Heaven sent
Then no mere mortal could touch
Let alone look upon the face
So the lady served in Ur
Yet every night she lay alone
And dreamed of a secret love
Still many nights passed by
But she could only dream
One eve toward the date of her birth
The lady heard of one man
Bold and proud in his heart
She was certain he could share
She disguised as a common woman then
And rushed to meet him in the grove
They searched for a secret spot
Therein they looked into each other's eyes
And vowed to love until they died
It has been long years
But we remember, she and I
We meet again like before
To resume our tender secret love
There are moments when we need only silence
When neither I compose verse nor we listen to music
Anyone lost deep and not caring to be found
Will know the wherefore and the why
His words of devotion are my poetry
Her voice and sighs of delight are my music
That is all we need
We are deep
Lost and happy to be lost
Poetry and music
To each other
Lament kruchego spaczeniaZatonąć w głębokich oczach,
Ciemnych duszy przezroczach,
Nie ujrzeć przenigdy dnia.
Chłonąć ciepło jej ciała,
Istotę radości, gdy cała
W cichych oddechach drga.
Sycić się ust jej ruchem
Gdy rozmownym rozlewa się duchem
W poezji swych jasnych myśli.
Czynić lepszym każdy jej dzień,
Przeganiać z twarzy ten cień,
Co w smutku czasem sens wyśni.
Karmić się jej widokiem,
Poić codziennie tym słodkim sokiem,
Słowa z warg jej spijać.
Być jej oddanym i wiernym,
Na głos czekać bez przerwy
I uśmiech co nie przemija.
Leżeć na trawie miękkiej
I delektować się dźwiękiem
Obu tętniących serc.
I nucić tylko jej imię,
I widzieć, że Słońce ginie,
I odsunąć od siebie śmierć.
NaphthaDu bist der verwunschene Wald,
Die verbotenen Früchte, die sich meinem Griff entziehen,
Die Magie im Bannkreis, der Nektar der Insektenfalle,
Der Starkstrommagnet ohne Erdung,
Die Verdammnis hinter dem Schwarzschildradius.
Ich bin die Apokalypse,
Wilde Entschlossenheit, Fatalität und vollkommene Vernichtung.
Luzifer und Nemesis, Prometheus und Pandora.
Eiskalt leere ich Naphtha über die Rosen,
über die Wiesen, über die Felder,
über die Sträucher, über die Wälder,
über die Steppe, über die Ranken,
über die Pforten, über die Schranken.
Mit Augen sprühend vor Kriegslust fixiere ich deinen Blick,
zücke ein Streichholz, gleite über die Reibefläche mit dem roten Phosphor,
halte es vor deine Nase, lecke mir über die Lippen
und lasse es nonchalant fallen.
Der Untergrund fängt Feuer, eine Stichflamme schießt empor.
Rund um uns lodert alles lichterloh.
Das Feuer spiegelt sich in deinen Augen,
For A Thousand YearsSomething lept inside me
when I heard your name.
I thought I'd forgotten that sweet, sweet sound.
It feels like decades ago
we wandered in our own direction,
hoping we would find each other
after we found ourselves.
None of what was broken then
is broken now
all of those cracked
we threw away a long time ago
and accepted what they were,
and only what they were;
shards of glass.
There was some beauty
but not enough to collect,
and keep for ourselves.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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