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Keep your powder dryi.
he looks away, the lines under
and around his mudded eyes as
known to me as my own,
as known to me as the hot air
of the death months, the death December,
the blowfly fester, the light stretched
and bright to breaking;
as known to me
as the eucalyptus leaves
that are slicks of fragrant summer
in every January of every year I have
ever lived –
as known to me as the smell of my
floating ’cross the ruined cities
of Christmas lunch –
i am six. he puts the air rifle
against my shoulder, and tells me to
pull the trigger tight.
i’ll try, dad,
The Purple and the SunSpill your blood on the seven swords –
as darkness comes, they are shouting
Artos, Artos, Artos.
You are not just a man. I’ll say it again,
even as you sweat and grunt, shag-headed,
terrible and real. You are not just a man. Let your
heavy head fall, and become
the bones of the hills
and the birds
of the sky.
Let them claim you for their own,
Emperor, o Emperor,
even as the smoke tastes bitter
on your tongue. The Sun is setting,
and the thing is done. Die, and live forever,
with what you’re given.
A crown of oak leaves,
and a lake,
for your resting place.
Touchand given that my life is not so much a life
as it is a void, and not so much a void
as a transposition,
three steps away from the
truth of things,
a smear of grease-paint vision,
given that i have spent hours with
my back on the asphalt spine
staring at the pale shell of the sky and
imagining myself as nothing but the
nothing i saw,
the paper-bone annulment of life,
some misstep between
‘born’ and ‘die’,
given all this, i had no choice
but to throw myself down
at the temple of incarnation,
and say before i drowned:
‘oh lord, save me, for i have
lost it all, and i am floating,
and i am falling,
and i am gone’.
at first i offered him blood sacrifice,
or close enough,
stinging tallies of the days
when i could not remember
what it felt like to be alive –
i decorated my skim-milk thighs
and waited for fruit,
or stars, to burst
behind my eyes.
but then i learnt better ways, gentler ways,
things that he gave me, or perhaps
things that i gave him
Mermaid's Monologue For LoveI'm floating over where I should be standing
Fins are what I have, no feet for demanding
I dream about being touched upon my shoulders
As you let me know you are there
Why do I dream of love at such a young age?
Blush marks appear on my face
As I daydream about what you would provide for me
Embracing myself with arms crossing my waist
If only I could have a taste
Of the possible good things you may offer
For our relationship~
My hair tosses about in the oceans waves
The wind the earth would receive is different
Underneath the dirt and trees
My brown eyes filled with enthusiastic hope
My heart beats as if you've already arrived
Yet that is not so unto my eyes
As I hug myself, I picture you near me
My eyes close for sleepiness and wanting you
Wanting my love near my side
Before the Earth collects the ocean's tide
Blush marks redden more than usual
I open my eyes as I gaze at the moon
Before I drift off to sleep
To ease my high school conscience
Are you there to kiss my troubles each
Today's HoroscopeA tender smile forms upon his lips
as I laugh, trying to get the hair
out of my face.
He perks in enjoyment as I ask for help,
needing him to fix my seemingly
never ending predicaments.
All I notice when the sun blinds him
is the green specks that appear
with the brown nothingness in his eyes.
When we sing as a group,
I can hear his baritone sink in
even if he's miles away.
We've both been lonely a while,
I with empty promises and
he with absolutely nothing. Hopefully,
God will smile upon this friendship,
that Today's Horoscope said would
your namethree months from now, i'll look back on this and think
"i can't believe i ever wrote your name on my desk."
but until then, i'll keep scratching it in,
over and over,
until it makes a dent,
in my heart.
018. LovePaper planes
onto my desk
from across the room.
to a smiling face
that blooms like flowers.
You can call it chemistry,
but I'd like to call it love.
My Try At RomanceRoses are red
Violets are blue
What a wonderful smile
God drew for you
My blood is red
But on the inside blue
As your heart beat
My love only grew
Your blush is red
My eyes are blue
With a flash that
Gentle hue, my worries flew
Our lips are red
The sky is blue
Together with you
I feel not one pulse...
Brown Eyes Aren't BoringThe cigarette fog is clearing out
And all I see are unhappy people
So many unhappy people.
This weight is pulling me down.
Rest my head.
Baby all I see are those brown eyes.
Twinkling in this sunlight.
I never seen such beautiful eyes.
Break the Mold09-12-14
Break the mold,
I want to be told,
"I'll be the one that you'll hold,"
For I no longer want to be cold...
ForeverI know we can't be together now,
But I know we will be one day.
One day, we will be together.
Neither of us care how long we must wait,
For it will be well worth the wait.
Even if I must wait an eternity,
I will wait for you.
Nothing will stop me from doing so.
Even if I am unable to talk to you,
I will find the right moment to tell you,
As many times as I have to,
How much I love you and how much you mean to me.
Forever I will wait,
Until we can truly be together.
At a time where no one can and/or will look down at us.
You mean more to me than I can even imagine.
My hand continue to be held out,
So that you can hold it
When we finally can be together.
One day, we will truly be together.
YouMy breaths will go, but I'll never let go of you,
You're the reason I live, you're the reason I flew,
I flew through my dreams and came to you,
You opened your arms and welcomed me too.
My eyesight will go, but I'll never stop looking at you,
You're the reason I smile, you're the reason I say,
You're the best thing for me, you're my drug for every day,
Life without you, is like the world blocked from the sun ray.
My senses will go, but I'll never stop hugging you,
You're the reason I'm warm, in your arms you cuddle me through,
Through the pain and hardships I had to bare,
Life without you here, is heartless in despair.
My soul will go, but I'll always be with you,
Right beside you, in your life's journey too,
Don't forget me, I have a piece of your heart,
I've attached it to mine, it's been there right from the start.
chipped off nail polishTell me what to do, boy;
my nail polish is chipped off
and I know I am not perfect.
Tell me what to do, please
it's hard to swallow
and I cannot breathe
because you're out there somewhere in the world.
(Where the hell does someone like you come from?)
My lips are bitten
and my heart is sore.
People say that strong emotion is good
that it means you're alive and sensitive
that it's better than the numbing lethargy
And it's true, I've never felt this present
on this blue-and-green marble world of ours.
But oh god, I cannot take it any more.
My shoulders are thin and I am pale and sick
and I do not know if I can survive
any more of this feeling.
Tell me what to do.
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