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HallucinationsI heard whispers in the night
My mind and heart was full of fright
I felt a cold hand touching my skin
But there was no one to be seen
I walked to look around
But there was no one to be found
The wind blew my hair
The coldness was unfair
My heart beat fast
Like the beating would never last
I heard cries
I heard lies
I saw an image
I saw a savage
It played through my mind
I saw how the world ended with human's cruelty
I saw how they blamed each other for the sake of money
I felt another cold touch
It scared me so much
So I closed my eyes and prayed sincerely
I felt a warm hand touching my shoulders gently
I opened my eyes and saw you there
You pulled me away from my nightmare
His own world He was sitting on his easy chair at three o'clock in the morning. His windows were wide open. The wind blew his curtains . His candlesticks are starting to run out. He sighed and kept on reading his book.
" Edward!" His mother called. He looked at his window and didn't respond to his mother at all.
"Edward!!" Another call from his mother. He still did not respond. He knew that his mother wanted him to go to a birthday party of his classmate . He sighed again. He heard light footsteps. It was his mother.
" Edward! Why don't you put your book down and go have some fun for awhile?" His mother asked as she opened the door slowly.
" The reality is too boring for me,mother." He replied. His mother got mad and grabbed his book.
" You're not going to read any books until you learn how to socialize." His mother said.
He stared at his mother and went to his closet. He dressed himself as a well-groomed man. He was ready for the party.
Both of them
A little boy's questionShe was walking down the 4th avenue at Mcannie's . The cold wind blew her hair as she stopped for awhile and listened to the people's murmurs. She sighed as she sat on a long bench. She felt the coldness of the old bench from the 80's . She remembered how the society was when it was better. She looked down as her eyebrows touched. She was thinking deeply about something. And then a young little boy sat beside her with a toy sword in his hands. She looked at him with confusion. She was wondering why would a modern kid bring a sword in public? Where are his parents? Queries entered her mind . Then everything stopped for awhile, her heart skipped for a moment, her blood paused when the kid asked.
" How does humanity work?"
She was surprised because of the boy's question. She tried to ignore the boy but lots of things entered her mind again . She realized that the boy was thinking the same thing as hers. She looked at him sharply.
"Why are you asking that?"
The boy looked at her wit
My withering roseShe was as beautiful as a rose when I met her
I held her soft hands with a bit of laughter
We strolled down the hallway
And wished for that day to stay
We laughed,we kissed and we hugged
We looked at the starts without being bugged
She was worth fighting for
She was everything I have wished for
Her beauty that bloomed like a rose
She was the right one I chose
But as time passed by
I heard her in her room cry
I went to check her out
But I'm too afraid to find out
And then as years flew
I still didn't have any clue
But I have noticed something
My beautiful rose is withering
I went to see her
She was pale, she's going to suffer
I brought her to the private room
I sat beside her as I waited for the doom
I watched my rose wither
It withered slower and slower
It broke my heart
It was fully ripped apart
The petals fell to the ground
And then I found
That she was sick for all these years
She hid it from me because of her fears
Now that her day's going to close
I sat there watching my withering
You're not the only one who's sufferingAre you tired of having all the problems for yourself?
Like you wish you can just put it on a shelf?
Have you ever felt so alone
Like sadness is digging through your bone
Have you ever thought of suicide
And every thing that it results from each side?
Have you ever thought that our leaders have greater problems than we do?
Like all they wish is that they weren't there just for you
But they had to take that responsibility and guide us all
So that we won't face poverty and we won't fall
Our leaders are experiencing head aches,blood pressures and even heart attacks
They haves hearts just like yours, though you think love is all it lacks
They sacrifice themselves even though it's hard
They had to try and move forward
Cause if they don't who will?
Who will stop people from stealing and going for the kill?
Their lives are also hard like ours
And they only have thirty five thousand hours
Not only are our leaders suffering
Our producers are also facing the same thing
Our teachers ,our vendors,
A girl suffering from CancerMy lips are dry
My heart is starting to cry
I couldn't see my long black hair
The only thing I feel right now is despair
I'm starting to become paler and paler every day
My mother told me that I'll be alright anyway
But I knew she was lying
I lay down,crying
I saw spoiled kids outside the hospital
And people who wanted a hair removal
They don't know how valuable their lives are
Their ends are yet too far
I kept on starting at the window that's clear
My heart ached and I was visited by my fear
I felt it take over my heart
I wanted to dream but I'm too ripped apart
I'm just going to leave this place
And you'll never see my face
My hands became cold
The last chapter of my life was there to be unfold
My motherShe married a man who was brave
But he had to go away so he had to wave
Everyone thought he could kill
But he couldn't,love is all he can feel
The chief despised his kind heart
That he would do anything to rip it apart
The day came
That there was no one to blame
That man saw a bright light
He met his fate,not giving a fight;
She married a man who was killed
The misery in her heart was revealed
The day came when her son grew
All he felt was loneliness he never knew
He thought about his father
But it would only make him suffer
A friend of his offered something
To join a group of men who fight for nothing
He agreed and shaved that he's brave
He looked at his mother and started to wave
He left her though he never really wanted to
He said, " Mother,goodbye,I love you."
She kissed him goodbye
She looked at him in the eye
"Take good care,my son."
She said in front of everyone
The boy's eyes began to water
And his heart became warmer.
He then went with his friend
Like there's nothing to compr
NightmaresI'm absolutely terrified
It's like I have nowhere to hide
It feels like I'm running away from something
Something I have always been wondering
I have no idea what it is
But it's scaring me and it's giving a hiss
I wish I could run faster
But I couldn't,I always suffer
Running is all I can do to getaway
But I have no idea what to say
I don't know what I'm running away from
And I don't know what's going to come
I'm scared and puzzled
I heard people chuckled
If only I could find a way from my fears
To escape all the demonic nightmares
I'm confusedAnother thing I have to ask from you
Have you ever wondered why I was blue?
I have no idea why
Is it funny or is it close to a lie?
Did I forget the reason?
Or am I accused of being a treason?
I have always felt so blue
But I don't know why it's true
I'm not sure about my feelings anymore
It's like it's the end of me and the end of the core
I hope someday I'll find out
and when I do,I'll scream and shout
Even though I'm confused inside
All I need is a friend beside
Who can give me little bit of consideration
And a little bit of friendly affection
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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