|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Come my wayLife is by no means simple,
there are struggles every day.
But it seems when I'm with you
the pain goes away.
You are my comfort.
I want to own your love,
I'm not looking for a lease.
So come closer.
Hug me tighter.
Close those beautiful eyes
and kiss me sweeter.
Sweeter than you have ever kissed,
your lips pressed against mine.
There can be no better heaven,
this is simply divine.
I fell for my own trap,
I didn't mean to fall in love,
but in this moment, this kiss,
I'm more free than the doves.
So let me fly away
as long as you will come my way.
Fox and HoundFox and Hound
Forever shall I chase you,
always looking at your back.
My desire to catch you
is the basis of my attack.
For you are the fox
and I am the hound.
My master demands I obtain thy heart,
So I run and chase,
Master beats faster and faster
as we run our race.
For you are the fox
and I am the hound.
I touched her today,
master was in a thrill.
He jumped and jumped
as time stood still.
You are the fox
I am the hound.
What can I do?
What shall I do?
after I catch you?
You are the fox
I am the hound.
I fell in love
as we ran through time.
But can this happen?
Can you really be mine?
I am the hound
My heart is my master.
It beats only for you
as it will for eternity.
Worry not my dear fox,
come closer to me.
You are the fox
and you are my everything.
The Perfect GirlMy perfect girl would be one that has beautiful green eyes because blue eyes distract me to damn much. She needs a gorgeous smile that can brighten up my day no matter the mood I'm in because sometimes I just don't feel up to the world. A girl shorter than me and definitely has to be on the slim side. A girl that would look amazing with a belly ring, but yet isn't arrogant about her looks. The girl needs to be open minded because my ideas sometimes come from left field so she needs to be quick witted and MUST have a sense of humor that can be a little dark or perverted because I look at the dark things in life and laugh at them constantly. I need the girl who doesn't have to be wined and dined everyday but when it does happen she is the happiest person on the planet. Someone I can just jump in the car and get lost with and still have the time of my life not knowing where we are headed or what we will do when we get there, but because we are together it doesn't really matter because we
TearsWhy do these tears suddenly decide to fall,
its not liked we ask them to come or call,
but no matter what they just appear
and remind us of those we used to hold dear.
These damn tears are feelings of regret and anguish,
almost like they start flowing just to punish
us for our sins.
What do we have to cry about? Well that depends.
It depends on whether you have lost what you hold dear,
for that could surely bring out a tear.
Or have you tried with all your might and still fail?
That can make tears plummet down like hail.
Or do you have no one to call a friend
no one to sit by your side when it all ends.
When this world is in chaos and dying,
for what reason will you be crying?
What brings out all of your negative emotions?
You pain, your hurt, your hatred, your strife,
all these things burst into life.
But which of these do we have to fear,
which one can bring about my tears?
Why am I crying?
Why am I lying?
It hurts being all alone,
it hurts looking at our broken home.
The table where
In memory ofIn a fleeting moment,
it can end,
life taken away,
bone taken out of skin,
we never know when,
the pain we feel,
is real enough to be alive,
pain is it's own entity,
gripping, tearing, murdering,
those we hold dear,
hearts stop beating,
words stop coming,
life stops and time holds still,
in that moment what do we see?
or our pain?
do we feel relief?
when we die what happens?
the lights go out,
exit stage left,
to right down that last slit in his eyes,
that last sentient thought,
before thine breath be naught,
what was in that moment?
or fleeting relief?
we will miss you,
our pain remains strong,
but you are not here to laugh it away,
you are not here to see the tears,
but where are you?
if heavens doors are what you see,
I pray thee watch over me.
If the bowels of hell is where you dwell,
wait for me and stay swell.
R.I.P. You cheeky bastard
An Artist's LoveAs an artist we love,
as people we hurt,
I drift in daydreams of that day,
when all my pain fades away,
where I can be with you again,
and hold you until the end,
you with your brush and paint,
me with a pen that stains
the paper mine words take form on,
A slew of emotions come forth,
but I awaken and I fear,
that day will never come,
my beautiful artist is with someone else,
my tears have run dry,
so I wait
until I die,
for death is the only recourse,
for a love that causes such remorse,
so I stain these pages black,
with the feelings I once had,
for when the truth all comes to light,
there will be no one left to fight,
I will be gone from this world of tears,
gone and over all my adolecent fears,
So paint on my lovely princess,
while I lay my head to rest,
for the words that come to page,
are those from a lonely sage,
I wish you the best in life,
no harm, no pain, no strife,
Be the princess that you deserve to be,
all I ask is that from time to time,
You paint of me
NightNight, oh night
when thy moon shineth bright,
the air cool and crisp,
as it gives a gentle kiss,
the stars glitter with faint desire,
as my heart ignites with love's fire,
night is a time to be free,
and free is the way to be,
it is the cool sensation,
that staves away the impatient,
so stare at that moon so bright,
for my love, i also gaze upon it tonight.
My biggest fearPeople wonder why I protect those I love,
Why I never let them go to far.
It's because I fear loss.
The pain of losing those close to me is the worse I know.
It is why I act so.
So awake on stormy nights.
Waiting on a phone call with grim respite.
So reminiscent on a gloomy past,
So hurt but can still laugh.
Pain is a common place
More common than myspace.
But rarity is in those golden moments.
Those laughters, those smiles,
Those eyes that will stick to your mind,
Burned in the back of thoughts that have no connection,
So hold tight the ones that give these moments of fleeting joy,
Don't be that scared little girl or boy,
Life is no longer about loss.
Protect them at all costs.
A break to uniformityA journey, a road, a life,
To lead to a house, kids, and wife.
Is it all the same?
What good is our brain?
Why do as we are told,
Why respond to scolds?
why must all life lead the same way?
Down these narrow and dark pathways,
It's the story of uniformity and sorrow.
The story of the same tomorrow.
Work, home, sleep,
Pain, fear, tears we weep
Only to start again
But Never to mend
Break the cycle of hurt
Plant your roots deep in solid dirt.
Hold firmly to the ground you want.
Never let others choose your path,
And whatever you do
Don't forget to laugh
Mermaid's Monologue For LoveI'm floating over where I should be standing
Fins are what I have, no feet for demanding
I dream about being touched upon my shoulders
As you let me know you are there
Why do I dream of love at such a young age?
Blush marks appear on my face
As I daydream about what you would provide for me
Embracing myself with arms crossing my waist
If only I could have a taste
Of the possible good things you may offer
For our relationship~
My hair tosses about in the oceans waves
The wind the earth would receive is different
Underneath the dirt and trees
My brown eyes filled with enthusiastic hope
My heart beats as if you've already arrived
Yet that is not so unto my eyes
As I hug myself, I picture you near me
My eyes close for sleepiness and wanting you
Wanting my love near my side
Before the Earth collects the ocean's tide
Blush marks redden more than usual
I open my eyes as I gaze at the moon
Before I drift off to sleep
To ease my high school conscience
Are you there to kiss my troubles each
your namethree months from now, i'll look back on this and think
"i can't believe i ever wrote your name on my desk."
but until then, i'll keep scratching it in,
over and over,
until it makes a dent,
in my heart.
018. LovePaper planes
onto my desk
from across the room.
to a smiling face
that blooms like flowers.
You can call it chemistry,
but I'd like to call it love.
My Try At RomanceRoses are red
Violets are blue
What a wonderful smile
God drew for you
My blood is red
But on the inside blue
As your heart beat
My love only grew
Your blush is red
My eyes are blue
With a flash that
Gentle hue, my worries flew
Our lips are red
The sky is blue
Together with you
I feel not one pulse...
Today's HoroscopeA tender smile forms upon his lips
as I laugh, trying to get the hair
out of my face.
He perks in enjoyment as I ask for help,
needing him to fix my seemingly
never ending predicaments.
All I notice when the sun blinds him
is the green specks that appear
with the brown nothingness in his eyes.
When we sing as a group,
I can hear his baritone sink in
even if he's miles away.
We've both been lonely a while,
I with empty promises and
he with absolutely nothing. Hopefully,
God will smile upon this friendship,
that Today's Horoscope said would
Brown Eyes Aren't BoringThe cigarette fog is clearing out
And all I see are unhappy people
So many unhappy people.
This weight is pulling me down.
Rest my head.
Baby all I see are those brown eyes.
Twinkling in this sunlight.
I never seen such beautiful eyes.
Break the Mold09-12-14
Break the mold,
I want to be told,
"I'll be the one that you'll hold,"
For I no longer want to be cold...
I feel at home and cozy and warm and loved and--
I could go on and on and on and on and on--
I can feel my heart beating and warming my chest but--
No butterflies in my stomach just the fluttering of my heart when I--
I can feel my breath being taken away every time I--
When I'm with you
ForeverI know we can't be together now,
But I know we will be one day.
One day, we will be together.
Neither of us care how long we must wait,
For it will be well worth the wait.
Even if I must wait an eternity,
I will wait for you.
Nothing will stop me from doing so.
Even if I am unable to talk to you,
I will find the right moment to tell you,
As many times as I have to,
How much I love you and how much you mean to me.
Forever I will wait,
Until we can truly be together.
At a time where no one can and/or will look down at us.
You mean more to me than I can even imagine.
My hand continue to be held out,
So that you can hold it
When we finally can be together.
One day, we will truly be together.
how i really feelhow can i be so hyper,
when my heart is breaking.
how can i type,
when my hands keep shaking.
we hardly ever talk anymore,
but when we do it is amazing.
we laugh and cut up,
and i just find myself dreaming.
Thinking, wishing, feeling,
all while silently crying.
I must look strong,
but my armor is battered and torn.
You are what i miss,
all those moments of bliss,
thinking, wanting, hoping,
for that single kiss
that kiss that would change,
our lives forever.
That would reveal a love,
that could last forever.
But your curves are what i desire,
the slay me like a gun for hire.
My feelings run so deep,
so true...these feelings
that i have for you.
so as we joke and laugh
i may look satisfied,
but my real emotions,
those i tend to hide
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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