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Every moment with herMy arms when they clasp aroud
she breaths heavily
I trail my nose on her neck
I feel her heart beating with mine and our eyes clap together
the smiles with a crimson face
29th rantBlack friday a day were people show that man will always care for paper that has more capability depending on it's quantity. who says that man deep down cares.....used that line because it appealed to people and brought in more money....why is it that we freak out so much for black friday...waiting in lines fighting old ladies that stole the pants from your cart....it just seems a little ridicules to me
The Swan and The WolfShe sits there in the middle of the pond like swan her beauty.....always breath taking as she turns to me pearing into my eyes as if i am some sort of flawless creatures bating her eyes at me....i am enchanted by her everything not simply through her stare even though when her eyes lay upon me i feel and know that she needs me.....she spreads her wings open, welcoming to me i stride towards her......
He walks to me with the grace and caution of a wolf stalking his meal with his captivating appeal and persona.....stunning his presence the strength with in his eyes holding down terror from behind......when gazes into my eyes i try to look away but his stare.....it is as if he sees my sins and wrong doings and blows them of like dust.......bounding to me has his nose to my mask i begin to close my wings down on him...closing this ballet of embrace.
Why and How can theyI can see that the people stair and speak words of criticism as if they are better...
i look at her and i see a beautiful girl who makes me laugh and hope again...
they look and they see a girl in all black with music that forces them to turn there backs...why do they judge her...they say she is different not "normal" so they stair and use this word that means nothing only a word to bash the talented, interesting, wise, and enjoyable people because they dare not look to there own lives and see they have a fallen world of porcelain as they sit on there thrones of gold but in reality it is made of spit bile and tears equal of themselves and the hatred held for themselves for what they now have become.
Current SitiationI can see this place has changed....or is it just the fact that i no longer have my capabilities of before....
I cannot place physical artwork only my words.......I cant leave a little comment as i could before.....
so that is my placement in the current.
Every DayThe footsteps throughout everyday become stiff...harder to move then walking through mud...somedays they feel light but i know as my time seeps through my hands that the sand will grow lighter but my breath heavy.
No one ever says that time grants you things it does but like money owed it comes back around too snatch even the dearest things from our hands.
Age in a way is our bodies telling us that we are doing the right things in life because if you never age you will grow bitter inside for you might not grow, change, age, but others do so when you look around your love of hope only glimmers as tall eroding stones.
i pear into a foggy land that holds only wants and disappoint
only the thought of what has come from a parted time has it
the sounds of sirens on the other track strikes fear to me...
...am i to blame
i fear from this last of words were not of the best only hope and failure
as the sounds ring through my mind like thoughts...
was there a cause i could have done was there a pause for my owne
if this you hear know then my tears are real....
if i may say them to you my tears have no need to be shed....
i need only hold you and thank the sounds
the pared form of shame...
my hand....they wait to touch you again.
Adekem R.A.MWhat makes man different from other creatures? we can do terrible things and have remorce or chose not to feel to forget.
a machine that is made to feel think he is just like us is he not more so too us even......he learn if something is wrong and feels wrong he will stop the action in himself at all costs.
A machine made with a man what is he still man of any soul and heart he was the best i ever could have acquainted or even made....of a machine he was not of a man he was better he lernd adapted and never use the brutal nature of man he never was heartless like a machine calculating. He learned to love and live but his one flaw was he was to much like me so i say from one romantic to another hello my friend.
My mechanical heartMy mechanical heart
Im missing some joints im not sure what there for just need....someone to wind my key....up again that cant happen cause im alone
here in the dirt were i just gather to hurt
rusted out of date my heart cant take anymore hate...i just need a new heart so i can be alone
she gave me love something i had never herd of....cause im all alone in this dome were i will always rot even this tinker heart
my mechanical heart is in pain like any part because im alone all i need is a heart to start my parts....again
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