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Tick Tock...Tick tock tick tock,
Time is running on the clock,
Time to run or time to stay,
Girl this aint no time to wait,
The past is gone the future is on,
But girl its time for you to hop on
Because girl if you dont,
Than this train is gone
This Is...This is not a truce,
This is not retaliation,
This is not for the others,
This is not for myself,
This is not for her,
This is certainly not for him,
This is not redemption,
This is not damnation,
This is not emotion,
This is not weakness,
This is not destruction,
This is not creation,
This is not burning,
This is not soothing,
This is not a path,
This is not murmur,
This is not a scream.
This is the truth of how I see the world
...You find the time to write it down,
But all it causes is a slight frown.
Incomprehension of the power,
What would make you spend the hour?
Instead it could have been spun so quick,
Feel the silk so fine and slick.
For what takes 5 minutes on the phone,
COULD maybe have brought me home.
You say you don't intend to hurt,
But I spent time to till the dirt.
I found the seeds that lie underneath,
The ones that only seem to bring grief.
Do you not remember I found them before?
The one entrenched there like some war.
The ones that tore the very foundations of the home,
Back when I was the faithful dog with a bone.
Oh I pulled them out roots and all,
Flung everything I had to the wall.
I felt that home come tumbling down,
The cat in the bag waiting to drown.
Everything I KnewEvery expectation destroyed.
Every preconception proved wrong.
Everything I thought I knew about love challenged.
Everything I understood undermined.
I think I found that special something.
But it's not what I expected,
I'm not the bouncy little kid I thought I would be.
But I'm happy, content almost
The way he touches me.
The way he says my name.
The way he teaches me.
The way he surprises me.
Just when I thought that I had learnt all there was,
He teaches me that I still have alot to learn.
Just when I knew all I need to know,
He shows me something new.
I think I've found that something worth holding onto!
For Old FriendsYou see I get it now,
I understand how.
You made me feel so dreary,
But you listen to me deary.
My life heads in new directions
So many things await my detection
The man you helped me turn my back on
Is another whom you turned away from
You play people like you play a fiddle
But your far from an unsolvable riddle
See I uderstand that your great pleasure
Is toying with people at your leisure
But I won't stop and let you win
Nor will I live afraid of sin
You see I found someone who makes me stronger
And though I must wait a little longer
At least I'm not a victim of greed
Paid for relieving others of there seed
You see my interest is more then carnal
I like to take more away from this carnival
His looks, his brains, his natural beauty
He seems to be much more froody
He makes me think, he makes me smile
And not just for a little while
You see I don't just take passing pleasure
Instead I take what lasts forever
Yes you may still make me ache
But you would never be worth the heartbreak
SignatureMemories of yours
Objects in my room
You sold me gloom
And all the lights.
Are you a fool
Or a blind mind?
Believing my lies
Soon you will die.
I have the rights
Of all your stupid life
Any kind of will
You read the chain
Embracing your neck
You signed it anyway
I am so lucky
I own a soul
I’m lord of its world
My wealth grows.
There’s no escape
My hopeless pet
Be my slave
And try to obey.
RustyMy heart is of rich, bright copper old
And in it contained love and happiness
It's not my smile or eyes that are bold
But the joyous soul shines its goodness
And then I met him, a mysterious guy
Of high status, an aristocrat if you will
He's charming, majestic like the sky
His grey eyes always gave my spine a chill
I don't know what lured me into him
Perhaps it was the danger that he emits
Little did I know he was nothing but grim
And he sucked out my life when we kiss
Heart and soul turned cold, a hard metal shell
I couldn't repair it no matter what I tried to do
The love was replaced with something from hell
Anger, sadness, misanthropy only grew and grew
My tears, like rain, touches my metal heart- now red
It's rusting away, until one day I must dispose of it
It is no longer beautiful, no longer pure, just dead
I'm broken and tainted with vileness of an evil spirit
Like a rusted robot, I need someone to fix me, a repair
Please clean me and help me rid of the painful memories
pencilsif life was a pencil,
my eraser would be gone.
all used up,
but the lead would live on.
it would make it's mistakes,
but couldn't take them back.
so the lead would live on,
until it cracked.
hot to trotinside out
this years' toy
hot to trot
Take these drugs and feel the fun,
smile once and then you’re done.
Click our ad and try your luck,
elation-fit, and then you’re stuck.
For just another little dime
be happy, happy, all the time.
Melancholy’s for the saps,
put your boredom in our traps.
Once you need a stronger fix,
Give us money, get your kicks.
Hear our pitch, ignore the slime,
be happy, happy, all the time.
Real worlds do not exist,
lance that sadness like a cyst,
Make your own world, make it true,
Use our rules, made just for you.
Where sadness is the biggest crime,
be happy, happy all the time.
Melody"Be proud of yourself",
the words rise and fall.
"Look at what you have accomplished!",
They hit against the wall.
"Be proud of who you are".
They sing to me and to all.
Hear the song,
and the reason to be alive.
To think it's warmth,
To think it's touch,
would leave me in cold,
and forever behind,
was far from my mind.
The melody brought me down,
taking my hands in it's chains,
never allowing me to reach and rise,
in the light of the sunrise.
rustythey called me little iron-heart,
because i "only cared about myself."
if only they knew the memories,
that were rusting away on my shelves.
the feelings came along with the pain,
and back to the memories to start.
everything in my life led up,
to my gray, little, locked up broken-heart.
i didn't care about anyone,
because i was unable to care anymore.
i thought i wore my heart on my sleeve,
i thought my sadness was apparent, for sure.
but maybe they just couldn't see past me,
and see that my heart was a little dusty.
so that's me, "iron-heart", the big fat jerk.
well i'm sorry if my social skills are rusty.
Rotting inside of me
To your lies
TTW-TTCHB-TYTCTick. Tock, Tick, Tock
Ever, turns, the ticking, clock.
The hands move fast, but time moves slow,
Then all at once, your worlds aglow.
The fire and screams, of washed up dreams,
the dust of things, torn at the seams.
Hopes once lofty, now asunder,
trying to keep, from going under.
But time has come to tale the lashes,
to pick up from these kindling ashes,
the life and vigor now renewed
to build a better, stronger, you.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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