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UncleanI pick you up and sack you in a cloth, and throw you in
Deep down into the muddy waters, you're sinking right within
You struggle and I laugh as you can't seem to find your way,
You're losing pieces of your life, as hope then strays away,
The dirty waters plague you, choke you, and tear you down apart
You breathe the water in your lungs, the dirt right in your heart
But, guess what - you live - and still see life ahead of you
Though the blood inside your veins is now contaminated too
Your system is entirely changed, no way to bring it back
The clarity, the innocence, it all just went to black
What do you do? What is your move? The choice is yours to take.
When you're unclean for all your life, what is the move you make?
High School MemoriesHigh School Memories
My mind it soars, and I think deep, as I walk the college corridors,
Remembering all thoughts of past, the friends that walked my doors.
The days of old, of happiness, seem fresh in all my memories,
It's all but yesterday, it seems, the pleasant high school stories.
The times when friends all talk, crack jokes, and laugh quite endlessly,
And how the atmosphere we feel is comforting and merry,
The fresh reminder of the times when things were yet so plain,
Yet the times when we're exhausted and experience all these pains
The teachers, all the smiles and all the differences at school,
The moments when we laugh out loud, and all that was so cool.
The students at the back row, and the times when we would go
To places where we'd waste time and talk until the sun is low
The times when we walk unto school, and find that we are late,
From Physics class and we end up in quite an awkward state.
When all the practices, they go from noon until it's night,
Double-Minded OrdealIt's all about nothing,
And nothing about everything,
Content in my discontentment,
I refuse to feel.
Could I refuse to feel?
I can't fight this so-called
Can I learn to be satisfied,
despite the way things reel?
How come, oh, how come,
I couldn't be
What I want to be
Or is it, rather, what I want
Everyone else to see?
All I know is, I am just not
Who I once was, I am not.
Adverse ReactionsI get praised,
I get flattered,
I get teared, and torn, and tattered.
I get jammed,
I get jaded,
I get, sometimes, disregarded.
I get hurt,
I get stained,
I get cheered, I get disdained.
I get many adverse reactions,
From people of different minds.
I get different kinds of setbacks,
smiles, compliments, different binds.
Yet I take them as a thought,
That many wouldn't have bought,
People have their different views
About me--and about you.
Enter at the cue,
What matters is the truth--
It's no reason to feel blue.
For life's not really about you.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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