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Even If I Don't Look Like It...I'm insecure,
Unsure of myself,
and just a wee bit
Even if I don't look like it...
I'm a clown,
Painting on that smile.
I have courage,
because I can face my fears
because I don't whine about the pain,
I just get through it.
Even if I don't look like it...
I need the reassurance
that you'll stay.
I want that hug that you thought about giving,
then didn't because I looked so cold.
I love your smile, laugh, happiness,
because just to see you happy brightens my day
Even if I don't look it...
I can make it through without you,
because I know how to,
I've done it before, I can do it again.
I can go on without all the things I want,
All the things I need,
I do it all the time.
I can stay alive, even if I can't really live.
"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure.
I make mistakes, I am out of control & at times
hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my
worst, then you absolutely don't deserve me
at my best."
Love is one thing we cannot control
One day sweet, hard the other
It plays with you like you're a doll;
Makes you feel young forever
Old and lost, a blink after
You cry and cry in vain
Nothing can ever stop the pain
Love is gone with your joy;
You say you wont let it back
But other ways it will employ
And hit you in the back;
youll remember how sweet it was
And be defenseless over again
Itll consume you with its jaws
Until all there is left is sadness and pain
True love, maybe one day you will find
Love that will not ever ever end
Love that will take over your mind
That love is forever your friend;
But how much tears will it take for it to appear?
The Devil's in the DetailsImagine for a moment a time not so far from now. All your hard work has come to fruition. You’ve been published. You’ve made bestseller lists. You’ve won over hordes of fans. There are tours and signings and interviews. You’ve even been invited to speak at a convention where no one can get enough of you. You’re the life of the party and the star of the panel. Then the floor opens up for questions. Your self-proclaimed greatest fan ever is the first to the microphone. They excitedly ask why Bob, though clearly literate, always signs his name as just an X. To which you reply, “Well, I just thought it was an interesting quirk.”
What a letdown. No worse answer could be provided. Even if it didn’t make sense, anything would have been better.
Having reasons for things is a necessity in writing. Without reasons, our writing is paper-thin. It’s shallow and hollow. Worse yet, it stunts our writing and our potential as writers. There’s
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i smile just for youyou've got the butterflies
fluttering in my tummy again
and you've turned my skies
from gray to blue again
there's a garden in my heart
blooming more and more
with every word from you
I'd run through fire
just to hold your hand
and find a way to walk the oceans
if it meant I could find my way to your arms
I feel beautiful again
all thanks to you
(isn't it about time?)
Hey Now, PrincessHey now, Princess
Why do you always worry?
Rest on my shoulder
You don't need to hurry
Hey now, Baby
No need to cry
You want the truth
Not a lie
Hey now, Sweetheart
I know how it hurts
They want you to change
But you don't gotta convert
Hey now, Honey
Your bruises are showing
But when the going gets tough
The tough get going
Hey now, Princess
I'm cut up too
I've been here all this time
Fighting just for you.
Don't Let Them WinI think that you're beautiful,
In many more ways than one,
Never believe what they tell you,
Don't let them blind your sun.
I think that you're a winner,
You certainly won my heart,
They're the real losers,
For tearing you apart.
I think that you're smart,
Way smarter than they are,
Because you don't need to torment,
As you're better than them by far.
I know that you won't believe me,
That you think I'm just letting you confide,
But believe this now and never doubt;
You're stunning on the inside.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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