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AnticipationBreathing in anticipation
I feel the ghost of jubilation
Hope is such a revelation
To be aware, a strange sensation
ChangelingLittle mischief maker
Beautiful Changeling child
Tiny Pixie darling
Winsome Trickster smile
Deep blue gateways, so keen, charm full
Infectious chiming tone, enchanted soothing lull
Love given freely, to those worthy as she deems
Worlds born of words, from days spent a-dream.
Celestial face, ever shining sun, of my darkest days
How have I proven worthy, what did I do, to deserve this gift of fey?
More Real Than Real…And when I awake, I awake to wistfulness or some stronger unnamed emotion. It courses through and leaves me utterly hopeless, longing for what I left behind in my dreams. I lay motionless for a while with the taste of melancholy in my mouth, terrified to forget the beautiful impossibility that sleep brings. I don't want my waking world to wash away the bittersweet escape my mind constructed. Sadly, I must arise before the mere memory of an illusion destroys me where I remain. What moments ago brought me comfort is just as capable of breaking me completely.
Such is the Way, Such is the WorldThrough the days unnumbered
And rhymes inadequately performed
Past the different phases
And the ones yet to reform.
Beyond the many confusions
And lines that are ever blurred
My face has yet to change
Yours has yet to discern
The lies in my truths I told
those confessions I entrusted you
In the love of ages I gave him
The uncensored admission I honored,
Not to him but to you.
The warmth and acceptance we traded
Care begrudgingly granted
Yet still I kept most for myself
My selfishness be damned
your faith in me will burn
The world will not stop spinning
When the last pure breath of yours falls.
When my crime is complete
Not one will care
None shall record.
When the demise is made true.
None will notice
All that passed.
When I was right.
They'll all admit.
The truth I knew all along.
No OneShriek your curses to the sky;
For no one else will listen.
Let your tears fall to the earth;
For no one else will catch them.
Writhe in pain upon the ground;
For no one else will hold you
Pound your fists into the dirt;
For no one shall you ever hurt.
Watch the colors drain away and the water rise as you drown
Listen to your breathing cease for surely thou art dead now.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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