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And we will burnThe words are like fire in my heart and my throat burns as I give them voice.
A solemn apology to a grander time when you, a handsome outsider, called my home interesting.
You left earthquakes in your wake and I promise you they will remain.
Although fate does not have our goals at heart, know that I would defy the universe for you.
How I miss the days when we watched the lights dance just under the void.
Gone are the times where what I called normal had you grinning like a fool and praising the nature of existence.
I know that where you are is far away, yet I also know there is a door waiting for you to find it.
For the first time in so long I am allowed to speak the truth and oh it burns.
Fire is a potent weapon and also a symbol of hope.
To do both for the only place I have ever called home, I set my vocal chords alight.
A solemn apology to grander times long past.
Times never to return.
A thousand “I'm sorry”s to future promises broken.
Goodbyes never given.
OcarinaTell me the days
Show me the nights
Bring me back to when everything was right
You gave me a song
Your melody to keep
A sign that our friendship was ever so deep
It was simpler times
We laughed and we cried
But always together side by side
Now these notes ring hollow
They echo in the empty air
I have to wonder if you are still somewhere out there
The familiar landscape beyond recognition
The world I know has changed
I traverse it with desperate hopes to see you again
The lush forest draws me back
With the faint familiar melody
Yet the only time I call it home is in my memories
Time has taken us apart
And your music is all I have
Within the meadow I take your seat
And play softly your song
on the instrument you gave to me
Full MoonLonely is a hard word to define
Wanting others around?
That being impossible?
Or simply being on your own?
Maybe it's all of the above
But if you've always been alone, does it truly count?
How can you tell the difference if you've never had the opposite?
Darkness can only be defined by lack of light
But if you've never seen the light to begin with...
Apathy is poisonous
That you proved to me and so much more
What was it I said to you that night on the train?
"I'm trusting you to watch my six"
I consider the trust upheld
Though I'm not sure you do
Make no mistake
This fate was chosen of my own free will
After all, apathy may be poison
But so is caring
I know I picked correctly
And next time you see a full moon
Please think of me
But promise you'll smile
Like I should have done more
LiveDo you ever have that feeling?
The urge to just get up and go?
It's not because you hate your home life
It's not because you want to leave this town behind
The feeling comes after you realize that life is short
and you've spent all these seasons inside.
Start the car
It's a summer's eve when you ask your parents for permission
They ask where you want to go and you tell them you aren't sure but you'll be back soon
You try to explain the feeling and they don't quite understand
but they give you the keys anyway
Follow me to anywhere
Bright eyes focus on the road like you were taught
But from your peripheral vision and every single stoplight you feel it
The glow of the stars above you mixed with the aura of the evening air
A warm wind picks up and you turn the car to follow it
City lights pollute the sky
Come with me to a better place
You aren't a wild child
You don't stop the car at bars or parties
You certainly don't entertain the
Teach Me the Magical LyricsTawamu hishigu kanaderu horobi no oto
Tsudou tsumoru kasanaru saigo no uta
Hibike utae tonaeyo kaere
Hai ha hai ni chiri ha chiri ni
The melodious voice fades with the end of the song. He doesn't want it to stop but it's how the game works. He hopes she'll play it again.
"YES! I got a perfect!" she exclaims from the living room. He can't see her at this angle because the figurine table is around the corner, but sound travels well in this house.
"All right, now turn it off so we can go." It's the mother.
"Kay, just give me a minute to quit."
Within ten minutes the familiar double-click of the front door locking can be heard. The house is silent for only a moment before there is hustle and bustle from upstairs, and a shout of "Movie night!" He tries not to look disappointed. It was only the other day that his owner moved him downstairs to join her other figu
Static Wind [Chapter 1]It's foggy.
That's not the first thing he notices upon opening his eyes, but it's a prominent factor for his first realization; this isn't the department store. He sits up and replays the scene in his head. The robot had packed way more of a punch than he'd realized, and he'd been off-balance to boot. Amy and Tails had come to the rescue, and bam, they'd been thrown into a shelf of televisions.
Had he hit his head on one? Crashed into it too hard? Got a concussion? It's beginning to seem like that's kind of the only explanation here. This place can't be real. An empty road stretches into the horizon, which is an ominous sky of jagged black and red stripes. He decides to ignore the weird scenery and try to wake himself up. Because really? He has to have passed out. This place is one heck of a wacky dream, but a hero isn't allowed to fall unconscious in the middle of a battle! He's got a city to save!
Well actually the thought of that city brings to mind the department store, and he hope
Static Wind [Prologue]"Okay, for the life of me I just can't remember the word. Help me out here man."
"There's a word that fits ya to a T. Perfect description. I wanna be able to tell ya but I'm having a bit of memory loss here. Toss me some suggestions."
"Uh, kay. Weird, but kay. I got this. Lemme see, what do the others call me... Brave, heroic, caring, thoughtful,"
"No no. Not any of those. Oh! That's it! I remember now! Pathetic."
"Pathetic. What else would ya call someone who's fallen so far?"
"All right now I'm even more confused. I haven't fallen, whatever ya mean by that. And I'm not pathetic!"
"Oh. Ahahahaha! That's rich, dude! We both know that's a lie. A hero who can't save the day isn't a hero at all. You were wondering all this time why they haven't come to rescue you. Ever realized why? If you couldn't save them, why would they ever bother saving you? I'll say again. Pathetic."
"No. That's not true. I tried my best and that's all anyone
FreefallOh we're falling
and the world keeps turning us around
Yeah we're falling
and we don't know when we'll reach the ground
But my arms are spread
eyes open wide
and if this turns out
to be my last night
I'll enjoy it all the way down
and like always
I won't even make a sound
RunIt's all you've got left
The wind in your face as you rush past it all
Your view blurs into streaks
The colors blend into a new vision
No sound can reach you
It's a safe haven
Here in the fast track
Just keep on going and never look back
This new world that speed alone can create
You promise yourself you'll return eventually
But for now
The world changes
But one thing will always remain the same
The way you see the world
at 340 miles per hour
I can tHow can I begin this life anew?
Even though I know you would want me too.
I just don´t know the place I should start,
how do I repair my broken heart?
Searching for direction
which way do I go?
A year almost over but
I have nothing to show.
I´m just treading water,
I´m getting nowhere.
still on the spot
where you left me last year.
I will love you forever,
it´s only you that I want
I should move on I know
but I just can´t.
By Suzanne karbach Sept 2014
the fall of the last monarchy (reworked)butterfly promise
weighs the feather wind, no less
than the plight he is.
Little Darlin'Little darlin' with the precious heart,
rest here a little while longer with me
let me run my fingers in your long hair
I'm so glad that together we are free
you gave me a connection to share.
I had once thought you would leave
forever gone and I would be unforgiven
you said that I simply didn't believe
but you had never stopped being driven.
Feeling your skin now as it is bare
I can see the scars I have left on you
yet they're worn with pride and without scare
you loved me more than I ever knew.
Lay here with me, let me soak you in
into your warm, sweet scent I burrow
run your fingertips along my chin
wipe away my brow's furrow.
Yes, just as you've always done for me
through agonizing heartbreak and pain
even after you left me at that tree
after that, we both stood in sorrow rain.
I had been so foolish, so selfish before
I feared you would never take me again
but I ran hopeful and scared to your door
and it was a lack of love you couldn't feign.
A smile and kiss bound us together
A Garden Full of Butterflies.When youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies,
and daisies waiting to be chains
in meadows where it never rained.
When lambs jumped joyous every spring
and I heard every bluebird sing
and all the adults told the truth
in the dream that was my youth.
When Santa granted every wish.
When my pond was filled with golden fish
and a cow leapt high to reach the moon
and Grampa sung a funny tune.
When paper dolls danced in a line
and sugared bread to eat was fine,
and adults never gave me rules
least not before I went to school!
When time was just an honoured guest
he flitted in – but took a rest.
Moving not, he watched me grow
in Happy-Ever-After glow.
All of this, it was my Truth
in lengthened days, where dwelt my youth –
when youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies...
Your smileOn seeking solace in your smile,
it soothed my troubled heart,
soon hoped that you would stay around
and this would be the start
of something good that happens when
a happy face beguiles,
a love so true
just me and you
all started with your smile.
Now I sit and just remember and
ponder for a while,
on laughing eyes so blue,
on our love so true
and how you made me smile.
by Suzanne Karbach Sept 2014
ParadiseHis heart matched the beat of a magic song,
his chest was my pillow, and nothing was wrong.
The dark green of his eyes hypnotized me,
I felt it all the way to my soul, finally free.
His skin was smooth, my fingertips felt at home,
stroking his cheek, his arm, letting my hands roam.
Paradise isn't a dream, or a place faraway,
it's being wrapped in his arms, knowing I'm okay.
I am Who I Am and by Me Only MeI am Who I am
A poem by AFlyingPassion
I’m a… freak
a person who has no life,
a person who steal someone’s watchers,
a piece of trash,
a discerning person,
a c*nt, a
a mental person.
A disgusting person
A person who needs to get a life
A person who can’t drive
A person who has problems
Some people wish that I would die,
end up being FOREVER alone.
No matter what people end up calling me hoping to put me down, this is me and ME only.
Have a creative mind
A giggly person
A one of a kind
A lover of animals and family
Genuinely loved by different people
Notice me...I remember..
Those cold nights of isolation..
Those nights worrying about being hit or not....
Waking up in a nightmare..
Trusting no man.
I am stronger,
and I am older.
I am no longer under your roof,
I am no longer under your control.
I have no more bruises from your fists,
from your belt,
from your shoes.
I AM stronger.
I am living..
waking up in cold sweats..
worrying that you are near me..
scared that I would wake up with you near me...
terrified of being hit again..
and hoping to be noticed by you..
I am not that into football.
I tend to write about my feelings,
than say them.
I am not your spawn.
FadeToo ashamed to keep you alive
But too attached to let you die
You want to humiliate me? Fine,
I banish you to nothing at all
But I’ll remake you, change my mind
Again, you’ll be a part of my life
I’ll try to make it all alright
I’ll stay this way, sit and stall
But I’ll know you shouldn’t stay
Can’t fix the broken heart I made
In the end I’ll let you fade
I’ll be too tired to carry on
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