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HumanCome down to terms with what you hate about yourself,
Or what you hate about others.
We, as a whole and individually, have the power to move on.
A simple goal can become a reality on the turn of a new chapter,
And every day is a new beginning.
The beginning owns a plot,
Where everything else can be changed by a single influence.
Did you know that you can do anything?
Be what you want to be.
Heck, dream big! The limits are only yours.
After all, somebody else did it, a human like you.
Want to be one of a kind, make something new?
Well, who's stopping you?
Everything we know today had to have had a start.
I also wanted to let you in on a secret:
What counts as "beautiful" had a start, too.
Not everyone thinks that model bodies, male or female,
Are as appealing as what you are.
Skinny, thin, chubby, curvy, muscular, what have you,
What you feel about yourself can be the result of fear.
Do you fear to be unloved?
Do you fear anything, actually?
Fear is a part of being human,
Reality of Fiction in AddictionAll this up-beat public will ever see
Is just a new way to deal with me,
Not the curative to remedy my escape.
How this new-found vendee will rent me out
Hollow and discard any doubt,
Leaving behind what I once thought of myself.
Not easy finding comfort in mistake
When all you have are needles and opaque,
An overdose? Well, really, it isn't clear.
Anyways, I haven't a care
My own home turns the other cheek
I can't remember if I was that weak,
If or not my lies were really the truth.
So I guess this reality in fiction
Was just another horrible addiction,
If I could, I'd leave it right away.
..But we're all impotently the same..
Here I am, without a prayer
Here I am, with rope, neck-bare,
Although, I guess, this isn't fair.
Anyways, I haven't a care.
ContrastUnable to stand,
Immobile to fight.
Why can't I help?
And it isn't the distance,
But rather the time.
Where the problems of day,
Hide the blessing of night.
Threadbare of their home.
One earthquake for change,
By the crisp outer-sphere of the desolate moon.
No one asked how the stars could fall from the sky,
No one thought twice as the hurricane of galaxy consumed them.
They hadn't known the impending confinement,
Of opening truth,
As it melts and drops through the crevice of day.
Of light and dismay, irrecoverably abrupt.
Void. ((Part two)) Traversa opened her eyes. The same hue was kept as usual, although the new bed of snow attempted to add brightness. She stood up, shivering as the fallen ice seemed to cease the blood beneath her blistered and thick skin. The humanoid then gazed upon her world.
She saw hope through the emptiness. Perhaps one day, what was lost will be found.
Looking up, Traversa saw a sight for sore eyes. She wondered if now would be the time she could learn the language of another.
Dropping from the sky was a mass of scales-an animal of the air, one with wings spreading far beyond eight feet each. It owned talons of either top of said wings, and its reptilian, white skin grazed the mimicking snow with its landing. The fauna of flight stumbled forward in a panic, then turned its serpent-like face to Traversa and let out a painfully loud hiss as a warning.
Understanding the hint, the wanderer stumbled away. Once again she found herself lost in thought, asking why the animal wa
Leather HeartThick-skinned bound,
Beneath your own idiotic senses.
Your wrath of pain unleashed,
Own disorder revealed,
Words left unneeded but still so seen.
With your leathery heart you go,
Making a fool of yourself
Before you drown in your own lies.
ZodiacThe months of old,
Our stories are told.
Within the abyss of unknown,
Aries; Ram of flames,
The definition of sociable.
But be not fooled, fair adventurer,
Your very strong suit may be your downfall.
Taurus; Bull of earth,
Antithetical from personality to appearance.
But no one realizes, this dreamer,
Has created the most amazing stories in secret.
Gemini; Twins of air,
A leader within your mind and others.
You know so much, so little,
Perhaps try to calm your rushing.
Cancer; Crab of water,
You find trouble dealing with your feelings.
Love too strong, hate so deep,
Balance or a haven will one day come.
Leo; Lion of fire,
Your faith prevails when all else fails.
Good nature, optimistic ways,
These traits and more are what make you so lovable!
Virgo; Virgin of earth,
Good morals prove as a help to others.
Understanding, gentle kindness,
How I Am (and Not) an ArtistI need to be more committed.
My work is barely read.
I take too long for ideas.
My writing is just.. So-so.
I constantly ask myself,
If my status will ever change?
It seems to be I'm flat out hopeless..
Yet the start of being an artist at hand,
Is the state of being an artist at mind.
WholeI'm no longer a shrinking victim,
Mild as a lamb and strong as a boar,
My past is in the dust behind me,
I won't look back there anymore!
I'll still struggle and fall short,
But I'll keep soldiering on,
I hear them trying to tear me down,
But I know they're jaded and wrong!
I won't be defined by old mistakes,
Because I know my heart and my soul,
My heart has scars but it's open wide,
The journey has made me whole!
Mary Jane's Metal MandiblesLittle girl, with your tip-top-
-bursting metal eyes.
Rolling tongues onto tabs,
with a cellophane surprise.
Take your lipstick-stain aluminum,
and kiss the face of shame.
Roll your dice upon a carotid-cloud,
for misconstruing fame
And you can sock-hop flip flop-
-for pennies formed to pearls.
Bounce back onto the plastic wrap,
with tinsel trains and curls.
But you can't conceal the label,
'cause the mirrors always sing.
Don't know why you cut your hashtag
out of fundamental things.
So pull your bright-hot slipknot-
-and watch it fall out.
Tarp holes upon your masterpiece,
of moldy clay and grout
Little girl with your down-drop-
-rain and thunder eyes.
Rolling grief onto hearts,
with your tattle-tale lies
You can beat down the pavement,
'till you've gone dark 'round the bend.
But promise, cruel and clockwork heart...
...come back at the end.
The Cheerleader and the Lonely GirlThe Cheerleader and the lonely girl,
You know them both very well.
Preppy, dark, loud and mysterious
Both have a story to tell.
You probably will assume,
Before reading this poem,
That the cheerleader is popular,
While the lonely girl is alone.
But what you don’t know,
About this over used story,
Is that the cheerleader is kind,
She doesn’t bask in her glory.
Did you know that she,
At the young age of five,
Was hit by her mother,
Every time she would cry.
Bruises and scars,
Riddled her skin,
Her large eyes would water,
And tears would stain her chin.
But she didn’t give up,
She remained strong and proud,
So that’s why when she cheers,
She excites the crowd.
She is the cheer captain,
The cream of the crop,
But don’t think without effort,
She made it to the top
And then there’s the lonely girl,
Who has a tight family.
Who has a mother and father,
A good form of stability.
But they don’t understand her,
They talk to her still,
But she ignores them
Your smileOn seeking solace in your smile,
it soothed my troubled heart,
soon hoped that you would stay around
and this would be the start
of something good that happens when
a happy face beguiles,
a love so true
just me and you
all started with your smile.
Now I sit and just remember and
ponder for a while,
on laughing eyes so blue,
on our love so true
and how you made me smile.
by Suzanne Karbach Sept 2014
Forgive MeThey found my lover on the side of the road
With twisted limbs and blood running cold
A car lead askew, burst into flames
Her limp silhouette is all that remains
Memories flash of hours before
Of me shouting, cursing and slamming the door
Of a heated argument leading into a fight
The sound of her engine speeding into the night
I collapsed to my knees in the grass at her side
Where blood painted the scene of her violent goodbye
Her final moments spent in misery’s embrace
Black mascara running down her face
If only I hadn't been so fucking pissed
To let such harsh words escape from my lips
I grasped her hand, pressed it to my cheek
Hoping to feel her soothing heartbeat
But she had already left me behind
To peruse the heaven on earth she couldn’t find
Through pain and remorse, my tears quietly flowed
They found my lover on the side of the road
Basic BehaviorI used to love you
With furious madness
But your desires
Blew me over.
The greed divides
Oceans and hearts
Living in anger.
You leave us
To reach the stars
With useless lungs
Full of holes
Our “perfect” world.
I need you
Right here with me
But you forgot
This lost soul.
Now I won
The wrong mind
I wrote your name
And it’s impossible
If You Wish Upon a StarOn shining lights in velvet nights
I hung my hopes with silver string
As whispered words I overheard
Rebounded in my rotting brain.
I sang a song the whole night long
And prayed that love would soon return,
But hope that night it shone too bright,
And on the stars, my dreams, they burned.
Silence is DeathVoiceless and bleeding at the end of my rope
chocking upon words which remain unspoken,
with jaw unhinged I may find a way to cope.
Lock myself in with all the pieces broken,
how can I find the right moment to tell you?
I try to deliver some secret token.
These trails of blood would make sense if you knew,
this silence is bound to be the death of me,
I am stuck and don't know how to make it through.
I have to close my eyes in order to see
and I know only I can set myself free.
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