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Dancing under moonlight.A fog stains the air
filled with lust and despair.
What was he thinking coming here
with the spirits of the dead so near.
A shiver racked down his spine
eyes locked on what should be mine.
He reaches out to touch the face
the pounding in my heart begins to race.
It's not fair he shouldn't be able to see
these beings were sent here just for me!
Their rotting bones brought back to life
for me the dreaded grim reapers wife.
I was sent these beings to cherish and love
but then he comes, the one from up above.
Call him what you will, holy, soldier, angel.
The cold hearted being so 'pure' yet brutal.
My friends were sent to dance on earth
but the ones above said they are unworthy of birth.
Those who are perfect smite the not
and leave them to fade away, wither and rot.
Bring them back for me oh my sweet kind lord
I know their souls are what i can afford.
Oh sweet death bring them to me
to again dance through the fog, amidst the trees.
In the dead of night we swing and laugh
even though they
Hope.you sit there.
Alone in your room.
There is nothing left
nothing to bloom.
You gave up your hope.
you're shrouded with doubt
you try to whisper
but cant even shout.
What happened to you?
where is your joy?
are all of your tears
because of a boy?
Did he rip out your heart?
and leave you to bleed?
did he fail you
in your time of need?
You look out to the stars
somehow they comfort you
in the blackish hue
You wish you could escape
run away from your pain
you cant live like this
memories clawing your brain.
But just stop and listen
things aren't always as they seem
maybe they left
to give you a chance to dream.
You are beautiful,
brave and strong
something good is around the corner
I'm sure it won't take long.
and show us your smile.
live for the little things
that make life worth while.
14- Smile.Time has come
life so glum
devoid of grace
Waiting for naught
lost in thought
a smile quirks
a switch works
the world becomes light
so full and bright
drear pushed away
for another day
and the world will never know
it's all just a show.
Another Rose.One day I saw a glowing rose
that featured in a thousand prose
growing at the mountains toes.
Its ruby petals like Snow Whites' lips
as beautiful as the face that launched a thousand ships
safely protected from winters grips.
The roses knight in shining armor
are seemingly peaceful and calmer
they are a secret deadly poison, a charmer.
These thorns draw blood as red as flame
their serious duty a deadly game
a wild creature you can never tame.
Natures proof that within beauty lies the beast
that for all their sweetness they could care the least
a tortured soul never to be released.
Eyes.Have you noticed how easily you can get lost in someones eyes?
you can see through their facades, fake smiles and lies
No matter if they are green, blue, brown or grey
there is a hidden beauty in the core that will never go away.
I truly believe that the eyes are the windows to the soul
they can swim with secrets and be deeper than any hole.
Some people can stare at a movie or a park for hours on end
but show me a pair of eyes and I'll show you the beauty that will never end.
No one could have boring eyes, not really
I know that this may sound a bit over the top or touchy, feely
but it's the truth, just you try hide something from your eyes
You can watch your pupils bloom when interested
watch them twinkle when you're full of joy
see them shrink in shock or fear
or just fall into their endless depths
maybe not all can see
but i know the beauty in one's eyes
for I know behind every beast, a beauty lies.
Hidden Beauty.Your sitting there, alone
waiting for people to love you
you long to feel accepted
and be seen at a different view.
You try to change,
less weight here
more make up there
rejection is what you fear.
You do realize you're already perfect
why do you try so hard?
to be something you're not?
forcing change will leave you scarred.
You need to pick yourself back up
and show us your pretty smile
be who you were meant to be
flaunt to the world your style.
Stop caring about what people think
and do something for yourself
go out and have a laugh
jump down from your shelf.
Your 'imperfections' are what makes you perfect
no one else could ever be who you are
so don't let anyone stop you
reach out and grab the stars.
You are worth more than this world can offer
and never let anyone make you think otherwise
stop changing, you are amazing no matter your
hair, height, weight, skin or eyes.
Wake up and see your beauty
cause if you don't then no one ever will
society will hurt you and use you up
20- Fortitude.She stood in his face
a deadly gleam in her eye
nobody knew though
she was almost ready to cry.
This mistress of fortitude
so wise, calm and strong
if only people could see
how they were undoubtedly wrong.
She will laugh in the face of danger
she will plunge a dagger into fear
yet it is all a facade for the masses
who look to her for help, far or near.
Inside she is tired
lost and alone
she feels it dragging her down
right into her very bone.
Yet she still plunders on
awaiting the day of her release
from her prison of unwanted martyrdom
until she can rest and finally gain peace.
What is love?What is love?
Is love the warm tingle you get in your toes?
or the crimson red of a fresh rose?
What is love?
Is love the butterflies that persistently flap?
or the thoughts that keep you from your nap?
What is love?
Is love a deep, burning desire?
or the beauty flickering in the fire?
What is love?
Is it a hopeless road?
or the sweetness in an ode?
What is love?
Does it tickle under your skin?
or does it hide in between your grin?
What is love?
does it really exist?
or is it like grasping the solid part of the mist?
What is love?
Does it hurt when you fall?
or is the experience the greatest of all?
What is love?
From what I can gather its a curious thing
but if I find all this out, I'll be sure to give you a ring.
Two Left Socks.Wandering around the house
at the hopeless crack of dawn
sunlight filters in
and shimmers on the lawn.
Welcome to this trance
this calming state of mind
with the rising sun and twittering birds
are all that you will find.
I greet the brand new day
and wonder what's in store
with a warming cup of tea
and two left socks on the floor.
What Can You Do?"What can you do, oh, what can you do?
When the entire world has turned against you?
When all hope seems to disappear?
Can you tell me what to do here?
When all hope is lost, and the good times fade,
When good memories and smiles die away.
What can you do, oh, what can you do?
To help me, somehow, make a breakthrough?"
"Thinking dark thoughts will get you nowhere,
If you do think dark thoughts, then you'd best beware.
To ruin one life, you ruin countless others'
And you'll be the one who is 'under the covers'.
So remember this when going through life,
At the end of a tunnel, there is always a light.
And whenever you're feeling very sad or blue,
Remembering this is what you can do"
A Loveless Day
A Loveless Day
(That Will Never Fade)
This same old dream that I so loath
A vision of a dull world shrouded in gray
As I walk down a never ending road
The colorlessness in everything never seems to decay
In slow motion I suffer alone
Under the liquid-silver droplets of rain
You had no idea how strong my love was
You played a part in the pain that was dealt and done
You didn't experience the ocean of tears that I had to swim through
You didn't see the countless days I had to endure without being around you
You never felt the sickness within the soul that I had kept
You never knew of the quakes in my heart that you had fed
For you I had damaged myself
For you I put myself through hell
But I swear it was worth it
Because now I know how hard life can get
I want you to realize that you aren't a loss
For you will always be known as my first love
This same old reality that I can't let go
A nightmare of a person who is so far away
As I try to run from the world
I Don't Love You Like I Did Yesterday...
I have loved you all my life,
Without ever seeing the hidden knife.
I listened to your political view,
And your conspiracies, though slightly askew.
I loved your music, movies, and games,
Growing up, we had loved the same things.
We forged a bond, you and I,
One I had hoped would never die.
But I was wrong, and now I see,
That we are no longer a family.
We barely even tolerate each other,
When was the last time you loved my mother?
She did you wrong, I know that now,
But can you not forgive her; what of your vows?
I know you haven't, though you say you did,
Because if that were true, would we be like this?
"Daddy, please, don't leave this way!"
Is that what you want to hear me say?
The day you go, I'll not be seen,
It's her you abandon, and my brother and me.
Tears will forever stream down my face,
I'll never again wish "Happy Father's Day!"
Can I even call you my father anymore?
Or must I deal with my heart being torn?
Will you simply remain the man that made me?
Was all the "love" yo
was it easy?i.
When I met you, I would only bring tragedies up to the rooftop, or down to the street corner, or to the bike cage. You asked me if any of them were true.
"You make the saddest stories so beautiful with that pen," you said, on the same day that we held hands for the first time and I found out you smoked.
It's all we are now, though. Just more depressing words from my pen. You loved my writing that much; and that was more than me, and it ruined us.
The January before you turned twenty-one, you told me you were afraid to become an adult. "I don't want to be somebody a child will hate."
You had always smelled like peppermint, cologne, and the truth, and it made me so sure when I told you, "You won't be. You're different."
And hey it wouldn't be the first time I was wrong.
We spent the summer talking about baby names and our house in Colorado. You wanted a daughter and I wanted four boys, and one of them had to be called James.
It was October when
Veela's and Quidditch"Harry Potter," I breathed, staring up at his face. "So, you didn't meet any Veela's on the Hunt for Horcruxes, I'm guessing?"
Harry let out a hearty laugh, and enfolded me in his arms.
"Nope. Even if I did, none of them would be as beautiful as you." He said, gazing at me.
I felt a blush creeping up onto my cheeks. "That's not true, and you know it." I mumbled, staring at my feet.
He rolled his bright green eyes. "Don't be thick, Ginny. You're the most beautiful girl in the world to me. Nothing can change that."
I felt a smile playing around the edges of my lips. "Even Fleur?"
He smiled down at me. "Even Fleur."
I pulled him in close, and I let out a sigh of contentment as our lips met. I ran my fingers through his hair, and his hands found my waist. A part of me vaguely wondered what Ron would say- or do, if he saw us right now, but I shoved the thought out of my mind. According to Hermione, they'd been up to about the same thing, too.
Finally, when we pulled away, I grabbed his hand
Just Try........You can say that I'm dramatic
Sigh and roll your eyes
But all I've ever wanted
Is someone to just TRY
Try and understand my pain
The pain i beat in to my arm
Over and over again
Thriving off self harm
I can't ever sleep at night
Or stay awake during the day
My mind won't stay on focus
And my emotions feel all grey
I crave a kindred soul
That knows about my hurt
That doesn't always leave me
When my sadness comes out curt
I just want help from someone
Who i know won't ever leave
And will take my pain seriously
And let me cry and grieve
We Will Never BeI met you on August 18th of 2008.
I remember how hot it was in the classroom
That day and how your eyes widened with confusion
As I sat down next to you.
I will never forget those eyes.
You loved Mondays and dreaded Fridays.
I thought you were crazy and you told
Me that the only reason was so you
Could see me in school.
I still thought you were crazy.
We would do our math assignments on the
Playground and talk about our lives.
We were so different, but you always
Insisted that we were absolutely perfect.
I wish I would have known how right you were.
I miss you so much that I can't sleep.
But I have to keep moving because you
Promised me that we would be again, remember?
You held my hand for a second too long and
Told me that you would see me tomorrow.
And I believed you because your eyes had that same
Warm look in them that you always got when
You would tell me something important.
I've seen you three times since then, and we
Have walked away from each other
Impossible HeartbeatIt was one of those perfect, wonderful moments that you would give anything, if only it didn't end. Harry was snoring lightly, and I was lying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and trying to ignore the sunlight creeping across the carpet, heralding the beginning of the day.
Thu-thump. Thu-thump. Thu-thump.
I knew his second scar was somewhere beneath my head. The one that Voldemort had given him sixteen years after the first, when he walked into the Forbidden Forest of his own accord, and given his life so that everyone else could live. Just as his mother had done.
Thu-thump. Thu-thump. Thu-thump.
But his heartbeat. That's what truly amazed me. He had such a big heart, so full of love and laughter, but so stubborn. It had refused to stop, not once, but twice, after all.
And he's an Auror now. Being an Auror isn't as
MyiagrosYou went quietly
Like granite with finesse
Days and nights
The come down monster
I had a drink
Six, seven, eight more
Always and sometimes
The weeks of illness
Before it pulled your eyes shut
No small talk
Just plain, empty time
I walked to the store for smokes
Struggled not to howl
There was fly paper nailed to the register
Legs still moving
And I knew what they were buzzing for
Hell had found you first
Dreams.Dreams send you away
there an hour ago here today
Where things are never as the seem
and nothing is a structured scheme.
You can fly way above the clouds
run naked without a care through the crowds
You can dive down beneath the rolling waves
and dance around the empty graves.
You can swim through lakes of earth
and sell the world for all it's worth
You can drown in the fires of love
and soar with eagles along the stars above.
Time ticks past in ways unheard
fixated on each particular word
With a crack and a boom
you are sent from the gloom.
Only to awake the next day
but you shall not keep me away
for when night once again does return
for i long of the beauty of the nocturne.
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