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They shoutThey shout, we are human
They shout, we are people too
They shout, we love just the same as you
They shout, we aren't an accident
They shout, we belong in this world just as much as you
They shout, but are never heard
They shout, even though some never speak a word
They shout, and speak the truth
They shout, for me and you.
MirrorEvery time I look in the mirror,
I see a different me.
Sometimes I think I look decent,
Others I'm just horrendous.
I try to see the Beauty that he sees,
And sometimes I think I see her.
But then I blink,
And all I see is this horrible blob of fat.
I just want to be normal again.
To be able to look in the mirror and not be afraid of what I see staring back at me.
Doesn't KnowI don't think he knows how deep his words cut.
Like shards of glass shooting though my heart.
My heart pumps them through my body,
The glass slowly melts in my veins,
And spills from my eyes as salty rain.
Japanese Love SongI can no longer fall in love
Anymore, in this way.
It is too difficult to tame
To understand, you
Reminded of a evening summer breeze
Warm and fleeting
We were meant to stay the same
Through all the seasons
Even when the snow covered the ground
And loneliness burned my cheeks with shame
Because understanding was different from saying,
"I am no longer able to fall in love, with you, this way."
Am I Crazy?Am I crazy for loving you?
They tell me that I must be
They say that you're awful
And that you're using me
Yet, I cannot believe it
Nay, I refuse to believe it
The words spoken frustrate me
More than you imagine
I love you
Does that make me crazy?
SweetheartFuck you, sweetheart.
You'll always be perfect, you know?
Poor little thing...
Hurling heart-shaped pills down your pretty blushing throat.
I don't owe you anything.
So do me a favor?
Remove yourself from my head,
Get out of my thoughts,
Take your words off repeat,
And get out.
Oh, and before you go, just hit the lights, would you?
I amI am.
Feeding off your breath against my skin;
I'm sighing with each fall of your lungs,
catching every droplet in suspense and allowing myself to be ---
what I am.
Hanging on your every word;
I'm watching the vowels float around me ,
watching them slide from the tip of your tongue as I'm hearing the silk butter of your voice melt into my ears.
I'm glowing with promises and I'm blushing at your whispers.
Watching my life come together;
I'm gazing into the entirety of our future with just one look in your eyes.
I'm synchronising with every beat of your heart and I'm allowing myself to be what ---
I am love
I am in love.
Candles and LightersShe couldn't focus on the page in front of her, the tears threatening to fall from her eyes stopped her sight. She held back a whimper, refusing to let the people around her see the pain she felt. Her eyes tried to slide toward the desk to her left but she wouldn't let them. Yet somehow, like always they ended up over there anyways.
A tear fell from her eyes even as she tried to blink it away. His last sketch still graced the tabletop the fanciful creature staring at her with wide, innocent eyes. Her strength failed her; she stood, her movements harsh, and rushed out the room. A classroom of eyes followed her exit.
She dashed from the brick building, sprinting to her truck and climbing into the front seat. She allowed her head to rest on the steering wheel, tears cascading down her pale cheeks. Blonde hair fell down her back in waves, her cerulean eyes usually gleamed in the sunlight, and her skin was normally a rosy peach; yet, at that moment, she had never felt more useless, un
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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