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I'll Never Dance AgainAlone I stand upon these walls
Beneath the burning sky
Your silken dress has turned to ash
I finally let it die
It burned so bright just for a moment
Just like your wandering heart
You brought out something I left dormant
Something you broke apart
From castle walls I watch it soar
The winds have made their claim
I should have known what lay in store
Deep down I share the blame
Throughout the halls we'd slowly dance
These memories bring me pain
Your smile gave birth to my hearts trance
I'll never dance again
Beneath the stars a ghost cries out
The voice of our dead love
Within my head there is no doubt
You were no gentle dove
Its best that you stay far away
So maybe I can heal
At least this way you can't betray
These phantom wounds won't feel
So Long GoodbyeMourning eyes watched blackened skies
Cold rain falls like black ink
Avoid bleak truth for sweetened lies
Sometimes it hurts to think
You're moving on but have not moved
Gray memories act as chains
The strangling bonds must be removed
Dead skin still shows the stains
Cut through the corpse and move along
Why cling to something dead
Break through the death you've lived so long
Let go of words unsaid
Do not forget the bonds that tied you
But don't bring them back to life
There are many eyes you could look through
Each perspective wields a knife
Your wandering mind gave birth to lies
You thought it might survive
Stare down the body with warm eyes
In the end you're still alive
I Dream Of Never Waking UpDepressing thoughts just weigh me down
All hope I've left behind
Beneath the surface I may drown
Yet I don't seem to mind
It seems we've all been born to die
We live to fade away
Eternal rest we can't deny
Dark facts we must obey
Into the depths I dive each night
Each day feels like a dream
Inside the tunnel things look bright
Things aren't quite what they seem
The sun may rise but I don't care
Maybe I've gone and died
This wasted breath I'll never share
God knows I've never tried
But in the end I'm still not sure
Why do I carry on
Each empty day is pure torture
My will to live is gone
Discovering The PassionUnwritten words dance in my head
This blank work holds no meaning
My curious nature wants them read
This driven brain needs cleaning
And in good time these words flow out
With care they are arranged
There is no time to sit and doubt
The story can't be changed
Each reader brings these words to life
What they see is their own
My work may offer joy or strife
This craft I've learned to hone
These unborn works I wish to share
With those who cherish art
Each brand new piece is made with care
Some words come from my heart
These written words now sit complete
My passion they explain
They never will be obsolete
I know they'll speak again
Synthetic EmotionsAll that I feel has been made up of shards
Broken pieces of things I once knew
These unnatural signals now mess with my head
What was once red has now become blue
Everything that I see doesn't seem to be real
Though it looks right its just not the same
Maybe I'm just asleep and its all just a dream
Or did I grab something I couldn't tame
Artificial emotions have me coming undone
When I breathe all the air tastes like plastic
All the colors seem off and things just don't feel right
Every voice in my head sounds sarcastic
Is this some strange state I've somehow stitched together
Fragile thoughts now refuse to connect
Have I been blind so long I can no longer see
Will my own heart I have to dissect
If it all comes together I hope things will change
As I'd hate to live like a machine
Being numb to it all doesn't feel go for long
This blank state I could not have foreseen
I Don't Have To Pick YouYou're a beautiful flower that much I can see
But no rule says I must pick you
Guard your heart as you've got no guarantee
Maybe I'll choose to look right on through
Its an uncertain world that you've grown up in
Sometimes feelings can change like the weather
Certain words I could say would leave scars within
I could walk away as light as a feather
An unfair wind might just blow you away
If you're smart you'll hold on for dear life
You shouldn't be so hasty with the words that you say
As rejection cuts deep like a knife
Don't bet all of your chips on an uncertain thing
If you lose you'll lose all that you've spent
I've got nothing to say that will help sooth the sting
Please don't beg I've just said what I meant
Maybe its not how you thought things would end
Deep inside you may hurt for a while
On an one sided love you should never depend
Every step you take feels like a mile
Beneath The Weeping WillowThis willow stands beside a lake
A lake of wasted tears
The man beneath it may not wake
He's known this place for years
Those wasted teardrops gave it life
This valley he calls pain
A gloomy land that lives on strife
Each fresh wound brings the rain
The weeping willow cries for him
He won't cry for himself
Nostalgic light has grown so dim
His life sits on the shelf
This wasteland is his hiding place
A place that is his own
His isolation saving grace
Within it he lies prone
Beneath the willow this man dreams
He lives without a care
No one can hear his silent screams
This life is his nightmare
I'll Never Be PerfectI'll never be perfect but I'll always be worth it
A gem with rough edges still shines
Flawless waters are still but they churn underneath
But for many one quick look defines
Maybe I'm flawed perfection but nobody knows
I don't open my heart all the time
Within this locked chest there are treasures to find
They could be found if one took the time
A few words won't describe everything that I am
As there are many sides to a gem
Many clouds hide the sights of the world within
From my core many mysteries stem
I'm just another quiet person you may overlook
Just a friend you may not get to know
But I'll shine my own light and somebody may see
Like every star I've got my own glow
This display case called life doesn't keep me alone
All around there are diamonds to meet
But if you just look quickly you'll just see a stone
If you move slow you're in for a treat
Eye Of The StormAn exhausted runner falls at last
Vicious winds rage all around
His entire life the storm has trashed
Yet he doesn't make a sound
He's been running through a dream so dark
Hoping there might be a light
In his head reality is quite stark
He held on with all his might
But he just couldn't win against a storm
It tore everything apart
Every fleeting memory feels so warm
If he's strong he could restart
As he's lying there within the eye
Hunting winds eradicate
When he comes around he'll wonder why
All his dreams storms decimate
Deep within the eye he will not be harmed
Its a cruel twist of fate
While asleep he cannot be alarmed
When he wakes it'll be too late
Make it BeautifulSome say that writers have a gift
To write about the mundane.
To make it beautiful; set thoughts adrift.
But if you'll listen, let me explain
That making beauty is not great;
Especially beauty from pain and hate.
Poets turn love into what it's not;
A devouring monster or sweet peace,
What is love truly? Your scribbled ink-knot?
Reading that sadness grants no release,
And happiness is always so short;
Happiness is many poets' final resort.
Are we the doomed generation?
So many of us are liars by trade
Can the few poets give an explanation,
Or are we also just liars, unswayed?
Poets fill hearts with a burning desire
To experience passionate things
Yet a poet might be a glamorous liar
Or just able to feel awe for all life brings;
What I say is probably slander
Against the poets that write with candour.
Now Tell Me How To Let You GoSmoke still lingers on your leather jacket,
but the smell of you is all gone.
I bring it in closer to keep the warmth in,
and the wet out.
With every rain drop that hits me,
a part of you washes away.
My shoes pitter patter,
side by side across the concrete.
If I didn't know that,
I would say that it was you trying to stop me.
Stop me from walking away from here,
away from you forever
A touch of ice brushes past my face,
and you can tell that I've been crying.
What should feel like ices,
feels like fire.
But there's only the night,
leaving me alone with myself.
If I try hard enough,
everything's alive again.
The flowers are blooming,
the tress full of colors.
you're warmth makes me smile.
Winter is on its way,
for the ground is cold.
The trees are black and white,
colorless and dead.
This leather jacket is what's left of you,
and even that is falling apart.
My lips form a smile,
for you've been with me all along.
No matter ho
Keeping Wind.She is the goddess with no name.
Her power wasn't in what she was called but in
what we made of the stone she was cast in.
It has been said that she was once called something but it was forgotten over time.
She stands in that corner of the garden, you know, the one so sharp that it seems as though the walls were slanted just for her.
The village children who always visited often smiled at the flowers, tried to catch butterflies and sometimes stole smooth stones lying around (I was guilty of that).
Her lips might just have curved slightly at their laughter but her eyes were always silent, with only a ghost lingering within.
It was fun arranging wild flowers and pretty weeds around her neck and over her hair.
We pretended to worship her and gave her all sorts of names, venus mother mary wonder woman, not yet knowing the power in those Names.
She didn't seem to be offended by little kids climbing all over her, accessorising her with those vulgar flowers and thorned stems.
She remained sol
Candles are RomanticDo you remember the flickering flame
That with virgin fingertips I tried to tame?
And how we laughed when it caressed my skin,
Heated my flesh in a game I wouldn't win?
'Your lips are much softer than I thought '
Hurry, pull away; before we're caught.
'I'm sorry, I just felt like kissing '
I need to go back, Pretty Boy knows I'm missing.
We stuck our fingers together with white wax
The excess escaped in cooling liquid tracks
I'll meet your eyes; ignore the guilt in mine
Since you ask, my dear: I'm fine, I'm fine.
She was a riverShe was a river
Clear and pure
Moving through life gracefully
So strong, and sure
She smiled constantly
Nothing muddling her mind
and when you needed someone most
She was the easiest to find
Filled with life and beauty
So colorful, moving to her own beat
Watching her dance through life so beautifully
And keeping her grace so discrete
Reflected on her pretty river face
Flowing through life so passionately
No one could keep up with her pace
Love was her motivation
Love was her drive
Love was her weakness
Love was her final dive
Love was her everything
And love was her everywhere
Without love? Impossible...Right?
Because, without it, she'd be nowhere
Love love everywhere
But not a drop a drink
When it seemed love had her at her best
Was when she began to sink
Water so easily tainted
Even when waters so wise
Maybe if people thought before speaking
She wouldn't have believed so many lies
Lies about how to be happy
Lies about who she could be
Lies about love made her say to herself
'Red's for Passion'"Hearts? Oh, I know that game
I'll play it with all, 'cause it's the same,"
Now the head gains a cunning tilt
And the voice takes on a twisting lilt.
"I bet you'd stick with a diamond or spade
But for you to hit switches I will persuade,
Why, just look at all the love I've made!"
"Gamble a little, throw down your chips
Win the chance of curving her lips."
But tired eyes grow yet sad;
They've seen how love makes them mad.
"Can't say I ever expected my heart to be won
Though the trap was laid and the wheel spun
Doesn't matter now; what's done is done."
"Thought I had not blood, but ink
But blood I'd had; gone in a blink."
Eyes are too tired for neon and gold,
And for the games they once controlled.
"What's up next, black or red?
Red's for passion and black's for dread
Now buy some coins with the ink I bled."
A Special Kind of MagicWho needs love,
when they have you?
is more fun
than giving them,
and the thrill
when we reach for
the forbidden fruit
and pluck it from the tree
sends us both into a tailspin,
as we are overwhelmed
and sent crashing
into the mountainside,
through the cold night sky.
I don't know
where you go home
and you don't know
where I go either,
and that makes everything
The Ghosts Of Days Gone ByI've been searching for a while
For those things that I once knew
Racing through blurred memories
Missing pieces hide the view
Its been so long since I've looked back
Faint flames have long since died
These fragile thoughts I've kept intact
My ghosts won't be denied
A strange sensation leads me on
Through doors I've left for dead
Forgotten feelings draw me in
Lost dreams locked in my head
The matching keys rusted away
I now look back with shame
Millions of chances gone to waste
Alone I take the blame
This desperate search I choose to end
My heart now says goodbye
I've found no way to resurrect
The ghosts of days gone by
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