|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
B E || U N I Q U E ! ! !
All artists are the same
It doesn't matter if you're a writer, a painter, a singer, a dancer or anything else-you are an artist. And as one you sometimes feel misunderstood and pushed away because you can do something that other people can't When actually you are just expressing yourself the only way you can.
It's lonely being and artist
You always live with a pain that no one knows about because no one will understand it. The deepness of your soul is scary for the average man so you are better off alone. And yet you yearn for someone to come and save you from the darkness of yourself and become your pure, lovely inspiration.
The works of art
You experience a very deep feeling (love, loss, happiness, sorrow, joy, sadness, etc.) and you just need to express it somehow. So what you do is: by using your talent and isolating yourself somewhere far away from the world. That's when and where you turn your emotion into something beautiful and amazing so tha
A simple man I am
unknown and ordinary.
But I know that you'll hear my voice
that speaks in rhymes.
True friends-I have only two
an empty paper sheet and a pen.
But they are bigger than a crew
and have their own pleasant voice.
I create with them new worlds
different and maybe interesting.
I leave the reader to find them
even though it isn't easy.
I often talk about my feelings
and my white soul I reveal.
Different stories I tell
hoping that at least one will like them.
Some will say: "This is written for me"
others will simply forget about it.
Most people will laugh at me I know
and I'll be facing a new war.
But critics will always exist
their race will always be here.
My idea will become reality
and the race will spread evil elsewhere.
The mark of mine will not disappear
even when nothing but ashes are left form me.
A word I wrote someone will read
and like a phoenix I will fly again.
This is the poet's fate
a little lonely perhaps
But there are so many beauties
that he can giv
I sit in my room alone
Thinking of my fate
A single red rose was the company of mine
And with her I shared all of my desires
I told her a lot about the love
And how it was my greatest wish
And how I wish someone's arms
To be gently holding my heart
I lived with no date and time
But the rose shared this burden of mine
Even though the year was passing
The rose was blooming-not dying
Like she was sent from the Gods above
So we won't be slowly fading
Immortal she was made
And I am sure the other flowers are ashamed
But it came a day that I found love
Pure beauty she was
It felt like I was drugged
And I felt pain no more
The rose I left in my past
I was happy about my future
Love gave me wings of joy
So who said that I can't fly
The lonely room I locked forever
And the memories of her I buried
The beautiful rose I left there too
And about her I forgot
Hand in hand me and the love
Saw the beauties of the world
This joy for me lasts forever
Even if it sounds a bit cliché
In a world of lies and betrayal
In a world of loneliness and pain
In a world without love and friendship
In a world without beauty and grace
Here where happiness does not exist
Here where every temple is destroyed
Here where everyone criticizes
Here where you're all alone
This is a cursed place
This is one hell of penalty
This is something that everyone knows
This is murder of hope
Welcome to your biggest nightmare
Welcome to the city of sins
Welcome to the world that kicks you when you're down
Welcome to Hell itself
Goodbye My Heart
Forget about the passion
Close yourself within
The flame is gone
Killed from a fate so cruel
Only pain is here now
A deep wound lies open
Be quiet you broken heart of mine
Quiet! Don't waste a beat
Leave me alone in the silence
Don't open the door
Don't let the light in
Leave me here in the ashes
In the remains of our love
Forget about me now
Lose yourself in the world
Go, heart of mine
Don't lay a hand on me
Run and never look back
And to me never come back
And in the dark of day
I leave myself to my dreams
I will never wake again
Not today or ever again
A last tear drops from my eye
And last word I speak
"I love you"-they where
Goodbye, heart of mine
I locked my heart in a mahogany box and threw away the key.
There was no one to care for - there was nothing left for me.
My heart had ceased beating long ago
after years of misery and pain.
Through countless highs and lecherous lows
I became immune to pounding rain.
I walked without even my shadow as a friend.
Numb to all emotions that surfaced to my skin.
Knowing I would be alone to the bitter end
suffering the consequences of sin.
I was shunned and shamed -
bruised and maimed.
No one cared - no one knew.
No one bothered to change my view.
My life was a silent movie
of a language no one spoke.
With plenty of plot holes for all to see
and an ending of mirrors and smoke.
It was getting hard to catch my breath.
Surely death would be oh so sweet.
Addicted to the thought like Crystal Meth,
it skipped through my head like an erratic beat.
She stumbled upon a key that washed up on the shore.
Wondering what it could unlock.
Determined to solve the riddle and explor
if we were to never speak again.In silence absolute
I almost forgot you,
I almost remembered to forget
you, lonely afternoon
of naked breath,
the softness of sunset
as it rakes along my skin.
The nonchalance of the sky
almost unbearably falters
an outbreak of tears
weigh down my hair
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
eyes blinking through the rain
glimpses of turquoise-
blue souls dancing, but
not quite entwined.
claws into my brows,
furrows the flesh
rivulets of thought
that tear through my nervous system
cellular tinnitus, reverberations
in my spinal column,
raising mountains from
my body, darklight clouds
ghosting in the peripheries
of my vision
memory of your touch,
memory of your heart,
a lyrical tattoo
of ripened countryside
a vibrant concerto
washed between us
tidal colour drowning,
from your sweet humour
to my aching sternum
the cliffs fall away
and autumn breaks in upon us,
auburn sorrows of light
I Write to a Lover Who Doesn't ExistYou must've noticed how I was left bleeding
Because all you could do was stare
At me with those gemstones you call eyes.
We danced around bookshelves in the mystery section
Pretending not to notice each other
And ignoring the fact that our eyes kept meeting.
I wonder now that if we'd danced in the romance section
Would we have still ignored that part of ourselves?
And after all, aren't mysteries ment to be solved?
You must wash your hair with sunflower petals and pomegranate seeds
Because your aroma is that of a goddess
And I was attracted to you as quickly
As if you had called my name.
Would you call my name?
And would you say yours as well
Because although I have a feeling you go by Aphrodite,
We have not yet acquainted ourselves.
thuggish loverno more on love. tell me
instead of the hearts you've
beaten, and the way
they kept on
I shrug into Harry's shirt
underneath my autumn scarf--
cologne on the cuffs bringing
color as I close my eyes,
the brown of his hair,
laughter, pine green.
Fingers on marbled buttons
smooth as the cream
he puts in his chai.
I think of him like rain on a Sunday,
a slow breath uttered in calm,
eyes shut to listen,
he is peace,
stability in grayer moments.
He is the space in my empty bed
I ache for him the way
I crave prayer and
the feel of a rosary.
lukedon't leave me again;
the seasons flutter by with
the blink of spider web eyelashes
twirled around the pieces of
my decaying heart, molded
and renewed with the dawn
of your spring palms.
my senses spark in a
drunken flood of desire;
i refuse to wash away
our finger-painted memories
into the grasping swallow of
an atlantic undertow, but
the stale taste of vodka
sleeps under my palette.
you don't arc your silver
tongue to sip my salted
gums or latch your fists
into bird's nest tangled curls
--anymore, and the shivers
of shadows spin down my
splintered spine, the snap
of a twig between your
i'm alone; your cosmic dreams
and galactic eroticism treads
underneath another damsel's
breast, an arrow to her heart.
I wallow, naked and discarded,
drinking and drowning in the
alcoholic buzz of your sweat
on my tongue, all along knowing
you and i will never love again.
If I Were A Love PoetFor my Laban. For my love.
Sometimes, often enough
when my thoughts are consumed
with you- I find myself wishing
that I was a love poet.
Wouldn’t it be beautiful
to piece words together so artistically
that I could make people understand
what it’s like to miss hands
that have never held me?
Wouldn’t it be the damnedest thing,
if I could make a stranger
know how it feels to kiss you?
Sweetly, passionately, softly
Hesitantly- and yet all at once?
Even though their lips have never met yours,
Even though our lips have never met.
How lovely would it be
to sanely, yet romantically
explain to my parents what it’s like
to fall asleep with you?
We could tell them how you giggle when I beg you
to be the big spoon- because I feel like it’s to much responsibility.
We could tell them about the sleepy kisses you give me
at 3 a.m when you find me searching for
Make me a soulMake me a soul next to yours,
Make it small so you can hold it in your hands,
Make it blue like in the morning to wake up in you,
Make it strong to cry in silence when you've gone.
Make me a heart as big as the sun,
Make it warm, make it good,
Good to love, good to give, good to pray,
Make it beat for us, for you, for God.
Make me hands to feel,
Make them pure to touch,
Make them soft to caress,
Make them hard to live.
Make me a voice to sing your beauty,
Make it calm when you fall,
Make it sweet when you're mad,
Make it say 'I need you'.
Make me eyes to see you when you're working,
Even if you don't notice me.
Make them big so you can see yourself in them,
Make them deep so they'll be your refuge.
Take my whole existence and seal it with a kiss,
But make me lips to know you love me.
Make me love to know I live.
Make me know that I can dream.
Make me a soul, please.
Make me yours.
IridescentShe dances along the lines of poetry,
Her curls wind amongst the words
And I lie in love with each syllable
That is touched by her.
Thinking off her is not enough
She wraps round each thought
Like iron wrought ribbon -
In decadent dance
She caresses italics,
Winding her way through
Every dream with ethereal grace.
Iridescent, she taught me colour
Oh seraphim, but I am red, and
She lies in margins blue!
Forever my forbidden phallus,
She is everything taboo.
Don't you think that I'm in love with her now
She's just another face in the crowd
Even though she has a beautiful voice
But still she's someone that I don't know!
Living in her own-made up world
Dark and secret, for everybody out of reach
If you come close, she goes totally anarchic
How can I get to know her?
She's always so dissatisfied
Does not like anybody's good heart
And I pray here to every God I know
To give her a bit of decency!
But those eyes of hers-blue
Deep, expressive, so beautiful
Hairs-no so long but quite charming
And you can feel the ecstasy
Obsessed with this beauty
And you want her just for yourself, even for a hour
In an intimate way
Oh, my friend unknown,
Maybe your words aren't really lies
It seems I'm dragged in this circle with no end
And without her my heart will never mend.
Keep in Touch!
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More