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Why is my heart so filled with sin?
Why must I struggle with this filth within.
Save me Lord from myself
And show me how to love.
It's a bright night.
I might write about:
Thoughts of a fight!
Then a flight from spite...
Don't bite.. You're too uptight.
But don't delight in your plight.
It's not right to skite.
What a sorry sight.
Gotta reach quite a height.
I'm not quite upright
On this bright night.
A broken man, shattered by his lover.
Fallen tears splash in the gutter.
I am sickened by this sinful world.
Why do people have to hurt one another?
Another Day - Another Night
Why do I sit at the computer all day
Whiling weary hours away?
I think the nights must know me well,
Hoping for something to cheer my soul
I fear the sleep that steals my time
And while away another day.
Frustration finds itself in you.
And if you weren\'t such a favoured friend,
I may have never bothered.
But since your friendship means so much
I will throw myself into the depths of despair,
And leave with down-turned face,
The notion of a friend behind,
Who shared my weekends kicking
A ball around a park.
I hope that we will long remain friends,
And with that hope I lift myself from the depths,
To enjoy your company as you freely give it,
And set my sights on the game.
Butterflies of Your Love
A torrent of soft wings flood
over my closed eyes,
as I see myself from the outside,
dreaming of you.
Butterflies (a million shades of white)
caress my face
and flow around me
speaking in silence
profoundly effecting lives.
words or silences,
when you listen to your life
do you hear the difference?
[A spark by somethingzenzen ]
The Place Where You're At
Every foot step,
Every moving moment.
Every deep thought
Making you what you desire
Taking you where you require.
[A Serendiipitii spark]
One Half Of A Pair
Dead shoe in the road,
Driving on looking for more.
A long lifetime together
Lost in fragile metaphor.
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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