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UndeniableI will scream with clarity of clouded uncertainty
Raw truths fully hidden
The dance I dance the best, the song I sing the most
The resolve as strong as glass, shatters in a single ragged breath
Worthless treasures reft away in daylight, only to be restored in shadows
My pride and all things me, sent to sleep for a time
My life was gray then all went black
No more apathetic bliss
I woke up and stood on my own again
Look down and fly
Fall away from the awareness that cascades around
Muffled whispers by fire, warning me to be treacherously true
Embrace the wind, in a slow rush of intoxication be born anew
With blatant stealth, I choose my path
With cautious recklessness I close my eyes, and see
Stop merely listening to words. Hear what he means
Destruction is what his very body language screams
I know what I cannot possibly know
My destiny is not mine alone
WinterGoneWhere did my winter go?
Summer brought it to an end.
All the shivered promises
All the whispered plans
Summer seemed to steal away
Leaving only means and taking ends
Once Upon This WorldOnce upon this world, I was asleep. Asleep and content, blissful unawareness had overtaken me and I loved it. Once upon this world I saw what I wanted, however briefly, it was no less mine. Once upon this world, there was nothing that could make me happier than time cast into oblivion carelessly abandoned in the ether. Once upon this world, I woke up.
Heaven on Hold StillI have sat at this door for many months, proving my ability to display patience. No key is in my pocket, yet there is now a window. I can more than sense the wonders of the room; I can see, feel, envision and taste. Despair washes through me. I've never wanted anything more. That only proves I am right to wait and strengthens my resolve. I glance once more at my hands. No key. Not yet. But soon. Not soon enough. But nearer every day.
Heaven on HoldThe room is dark. But there is a door, a single door painted in shadows. I do not have to turn the handle to know this door leads nowhere except to more doors. Every door is a mystery. Each contains a story, a life. None of these pertain to me so I walk swiftly, pass them by. I do not care what I am missing as I continue making my way through. I know I am lost. This, however, is irrelevant since I am incapable of leaving. The one door I wish to search is currently locked to me. "Patience" he says. I haven't enough of it. I am aware. So I will prove us both wrong and wait; sit until the key falls in my hand, materializes in my pocket. Heaven is behind this door. I can taste it. Heaven is on hold, I am incomplete.
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