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lonlinesslonliness is like a gaping hole in one's heart
out which all hope and joy is drained.
if the solitude persists,
beyond mortal limits,
we shall lose ourselves
and become the living dead,
mere bodies filled with saddness and pain.
Cry Of The Fatherless
Father where are you?
I'm all alone.
Father i need you.
Where have you gone?
I feel forsaken in this cold dark world.
The world you've left me to wonder alone.
Dark shadows rise on either side.
You my protector, have left me here to die.
The shattered remains of my heart cries out,
Surrounded by confusion and doubt.
I seek answers but find none.
Darkness clouds my thoughts...
Why have you forsaken me?
Why have you you left me alone?
Do you even love me?
Do you see me as your own?
In the ashes of what could have been,
I sit covered in sadness and guilt.
My past i've spent without knowing you.
My future uncertain without you.
Do you see my pain?
Do you see my broken heart?
Can you hear my plea?
For a father to do his part??
I need you father...
I need you.
Come back to me
...and wipe these tears away...
Innocence DefiledInnocence Defiled
in hails of gunfire
Innocence and youth
from fragile hearts
caught in the crossfire.
If alive, displaced
if not physically.
hands of the young
the scarred future.
seeds of hatred and anger sown.
they rise on the corpses
of those they loved
those they deem martyrs.
Forced to set aside childish things.
Forced to surrender their childhood.
Dolls and toys,
replaced with guns.
Education and books,
replaced with knowledge of war
and images of blood and violence.
The sound of laughter
the sound of gunfire
The seeds are being sown in these broken hearts.
Seeds of war still to come
as hatred begets revenge
in lives tossed into wars
that they did not start,
but will continue to avenge those they've lost.
Innocence has been drenched in blood.
It has been defiled,
Hearts and mi
The Mighty Fall
The sky is stained with red
as the light dissappears over the horizon.......
Darkness covers the land.....
Shadows dance by the flickering flames,
as the survivors struggle to keep warm.
Blood dripping from their wounded bodies,
as they wish they were never born.
Biting cold winds claw at their flesh,
giving them little rest.
The rest of men have been destroyed,
and for all they know they're next.
The heavens look on in quiet dismay
as men pass on throughout the night.
Their bodies left behind, they escape.
Their wounded comrades left behind.
Darkness creeps into the survivors' hearts,
as their souls go under attack.
All hope is quickly stripped away
and replaced with saddness and fear.
Why taketh they another breath?
Why suffer they any longer.
Weapon in hand some kill themselves
the depression and fear much stronger.
Is there anyone yet alive...
among these fallen men?
Shall anyone survive...
this day that seemeth like hell.
The enemy closes in on them,
their hands stained red with w
From: THY EXECUTIONIONER with loveOh sweet soul wherein my bitterness lies,
Tarry still and suffer awhile.
Let a trail of red follow thee
As my deepest hatred beckon thee.
Stifle not thy tears o precious one,
For without it there is no joy to be won.
On bending knees come and beg my mercy,
For we both know from my anger you cannot flee.
Deny me not my heart's desire,
To see you drenched in bloody attire.
O you who my soul abhoreth,
Seeth not that thy executioner cometh.
With thy venomous tongue you have enslaved my soul,
And now to kill you, I will search the world.
I will hunt you down and relieve myself of thy presence.
And afterwards the world shall mourn your absence.
Goodbye my sweet and bitter love!
With bitterness, my sword shall rain from above.
With sweetness, I shall enjoy the work when it is done.
O what bitter-sweet fun!
When the earth is made drunk with thy blood,
And my anger has consumed me like a raging flood,
Then shall my revenge be accomplished
And my soul's deadly lover vanquished.
Where are you?
Lightning pierces the darkening sky
as rain continues to pour.
But above the thunderous storm could be heard
the sobs of a little girl all alone.
Drenched in her own pool of tears...
her heart torn and bruised.
Her swollen eyes lifts towards the sky...
as her minds drifts...drifts above it all...
" Wake up, my love.
Daddy is here."
Her eyes lit up
as she runs into his arm.
Unable to contain her joy
her heart burst with excitement and laughter.
"Why are you laughing? "
"Cause you're here!
I'm so happy you're here!"
"I am happy as well. "
He lifts her up.
Holds her closer than he has ever done.
"Look my dear.
the sky is all clear now..."
Now we can do all those stuff you planned.
"Now we can go to the movies together.
Now we can walk in the park, while i hold you close.
Now we could go bike riding together
we could even make something together for your mother.
Many have died there.
Silent screams echo throughout the deserted corridors,
the blood stained walls whitewashed.
Scarred walls tell the stories.
The stories of pain and hurt.
The stories that tell of dark times.
Times when tears, and screams
of anger and hurt,
seems all that is known.
Distorted nails scrape the walls,
and claw at the bars.
Once strong men resemble skeletons,
as they waste away,
paying for the crimes they comitted,
with no one willing to omit it or forgive.
The guard strolls down the dark corridors;
his face set hard;
his heart as cold as the walls and cells themself.
He is indifferent to what occurs
within the prison walls.
He holds the key,
to the condemned men's freedom...
but does nothing.
He walks on,
ignoring the pain.
Slowly, but surely,
the prisoners succumb to the merciless prison.
The walls bear the scars.
The floor is stained with their blood.
The bars bear scratches.
The corridors remain dark.
The prison lies empty,
but the memories of its inhabitants remai
Below....Lie Dead Men's Bones
Below the surface,
Lie dead men's bones.
Hold the still remains
Of once strong men
Some who died in vain.
Below piles of earth
The corpses rest
Where no one can hurt.
Below the surface,
Lie dead men's bones.
Bones belonging to the young and old.
Bones belonging to the rich and poor.
Bones bearing bullet holes.
Bones broken revealing the core.
The corpses lie
Their eyes shut tight;
Their bodies rigid
Like a block of ice.
Below the surface
Lie dead men's bones.
Numbered among the dead,
Their last words still unspoken.
Their final resting place they've chosen.
To live or die was their choice.
Daily their numbers grow.
For everyone the end draws nearer.
The day we shall all see shall come.
After which , we each go, to his final dwelling place.
Below the surface Lie dead men's bones;
Bones that may belong to us some day.
From The Dying To The Unborn...From the dying to the unborn,
Cry of the pauper brother.
**********To: AN UNBORN PAUPER BROTHER********
Heaven and hell are met in thy bosom.
Die now, and live eternally.
Live to see, and damned thou shalt be.
For outside thy wombed haven doth darkness reign.
For from the breasts of famine, shalt thou drink thirst.
When thou art weaned, hunger shall be thy daily meal.
Why then doth thou hurry to enter this world?
Let thy watery bed be thy grave.
Rest in peace,
Never feeling hunger or pain.
The world knoweth no mercy for children like us.
Though I live, I walk as dead.
Though I eat, I am never full.
Though I drink, I am always athirst.
When I sleep, the cold earth doth comfort me.
Live for us both.
On angels' wings depart to heaven.
Tell my father "hello" for me,
And I shall tell thy father "goodbye" for thee.
Depart now, and if God will, I shall soon join thee.
Think not that I hate thee.
For I love thee more than words can express.
And it is with tears flow
Lost and foundI used to fall for boys who were lost,
wandering aimlessly between the mountain-folds of reality.
nomads, they spent the days counting stars and the nights
looking for the sun. their eyes roamed and their hands travelled,
staying in my heart for days or weeks, before continuing to
search for the way to their various destinations,
to the clouds or to the ground
leaving me in place, in a city I could traverse with my eyes
Until I met a boy who was found,
had the universe tattooed on the back of his hand.
he read me like a survey map, knew his way around
my tangled forest of a mind, could trace paths through
my bramble eyes and he could follow the blue
rivers of my veins, would not fall into the railway
tracks scissored across my elbows,
but he was a city I could not traverse with my eyes
I went from being found to being lost,
swimming in his mouth unaware of which way was up
which way was down and I pitched my tent in his heart
one night when he was telling me the way to rome
I'm (not) okay!Everyone sometime in their life is asked, "Are you okay?" And of course, we always give the standard answer of, "Yeah, I'm fine!"
Because it is what we were taught to do. No one wants to hear "No, I'm not." because then what are we to do? We expect that same answer, so when it does not come, we fidget, we get awkward, we stutter, we don't know what to say.
And truthfully, we really don't.
How can we fix a problem we've never been met before? When everyone says they're "Just fine.", how do others expect us to react when the answer is the opposite? That's why we always say we're "Just fine." because we don't know. We're afraid. We're afraid of opening up to others and comforting others. It's not that we can't, but really, what can we do? Give a hug, get some chocolate, be there? That's a little hard to do nowadays.
Most of today's generation is stuck in front of a computer screen, with most of their friends half way around the world. How do you expect us to comfort you
Friends, without benefitswe are not friends,
friends don’t share
one heart, one mouth.
and friends walk in parallel lines,
brushing knuckles not
hipbones and I keep wishing
on the shooting stars
splintering in your eyes for us to be
friends but each time you sigh into my shoulder
how you need this, how you need
me, somehow it almost seems enough,
it almost seems like we are more
than friends but darling -
we are not friends, not even close
and we are not more or
less we just
Dear PsychopathI'm gonna write you a letter
Something that'll remain in your mind forever
I wonder if your heart shivered
From all the lies you delivered
Does this brain of yours even recognize empathy ?
Or are you a psychopath that finds joy in others agony ?
That's quite a show you performed
Broke in into people's lives and left it stormed
Stole the hearts of the innocent souls
Treated them as if they're just a bunch of tools
Don't be fooled if you thought you made your getaway
I wont lay a finger at you but in your head ill make sure youll pay
If only you did the right thing and confessed for your crime
I would have forgiven you and gave you my time
But that's too late now a liar is who you are
You think I'm crawling in darkness ?
Look up I'm a star
ChancesIt was completely absurd
Nothing could change this moment
Was it a dream?
Or a sign from the spirits above?
Placing this light
Upon my grasp
Is it a false believer?
Or a truth waiting to be found?
People so welcoming
The last shot
In Russian roulette?
Moments at the right time?
Inconceivably small chances
Leading to the stars alignment
Of being graced
By the presence of each
At first was turmoil
But the essence of each
Eventually showed themselves to me
Sides I would have not known
How is this possible?
Are these figments of my imagination?
I try and realize the reality
Of how lucky I am
The fates where against this happening
Chances more slim
Then the arrow of cupid
Making its mark upon two humans
My astonishment was only multiplied
When freedom reigned
And I could be my true identity
To strangers then
And friends later
Stories shall be shed
And pain will be eased
Through the interactions of one another
Understanding the perils of each
This is the day
I met people
Slipping Into False RealitiesI start to close my eyes
And let the waves of dreams
Drown me in my mind
Slipping into another state of existence
I plunge through the floor
Crashing in to the glass
As I fall through am I suspended in time
And float in an intoxicating fluid
My body is but an entity now
Surrounded by the scenery
Projected from my unconscious
Everything is tangible
But my being remains invisible
Like a cloud of vapor
Lurking down a street at dawn
My imagination is forever
An eternity of different possibilities
Wait for me in this new world
The infinite amount of universes I enter
Unique adventures lying behind each portal
As I am wisped away by what my cranium is brewing
Everything is real in this altered reality
We are all tricked into thinking we are living our lives here
Until we are awaken from the curse of a false life
As we smash through the glass
And gasp for air
Our eyes burst open and receive the light once again
As we return to our own universe
However when n
Sorrow's SongI needed something to clear my mind.
I needed someone I left behind.
I lost myself inside my Shadows.
Now I’ll never be free.
I thought love would conquer all.
I trust you,
But you let me fall.
Despair took over, and then I knew.
I wasn’t real.
Not to you.
Starlight gleams beyond my window,
But I’m trapped in this world I made.
A place of refuge from all my tears.
Tears I shed for you.
Softly whispers consume my mind.
I look for answers, but all I find
Is shattered pieces of a different time.
Who I was before you.
Heartbeat of a GhostI sit all alone in the darkness
Silence surrounds me everywhere
Breathing is the only sound I hear
I continue to sit here pondering nothing
But wait, what’s that sound I now hear?
A new sound fills this room, growing louder
It seems to be getting closer, the rhythm quickens
I look around for the source, but come up empty
I grow scared, fearful of the unknown
But as I listen, I sense a familiarity
I know what the sound is, a heartbeat
But not just any heartbeat, your heartbeat
Could it be possible? How can I hear such things?
Your heart was buried six feet under as was your body
Or was it? Could it be my mind playing tricks on me?
Does my mind long to hear your heartbeat so much?
So much so, that it’s making me hear nonexistent sounds?
Am I missing you more than I think I am?
Am I not really over your death like I thought I was?
Hearing this brings back memories of all those days
When I would lay my head against your chest
And do nothing but listen to your heartbeat
It was p
They All FadeFirst.
The cliffside crumbles from the earthquake's echoes;
Notes wobble after the song has stopped;
Ants scatter in panic through the soil;
We still try to find each other.
Petals flutter down from treetops;
A lone laugh is absorbed by empty sky;
Sand slides away in the wind;
We no longer care to look.
Fresh rain falls.
Lids flutter open.
A new leaf unfurls.
We find new mornings.
Nighttime reaches from the reveries of the stars;
The worrying mind fades away;
Grains of wonder pass through private lips, asking:
Do you ever think of me?
My Murderous FriendsDraw your swords you murderous men.
Draw nigh with your arrows dipped in poison.
Let your lying lips come close to my ear.
Let your deceitful eyes meet mine.
The time has come once again.
The time to reveal your true nature.
You live to shed blood, my "friends".
You live to watch me suffer.
Come now, and pierce my heart once again,
with words that slaughter my very soul;
that cause my life to bleed out inside of me,
with rivers of tears that seem to have no end.
Come. Stare at my suffering,
with pitiless eyes that know no empathy;
with lips shaped in joyous smiles.
With laughter and joy, dance around my pain.
Your venomous words penetrate my being.
I stumble from all the pain of your poison.
Light and life is slowly drained.
Shrouding me in darkness
Have I pleased you now my "friends"?
In the midst of my pain, I see you laughing.
Surely my suffering was not in vain,
For you are happy.
The earth is made drunk by my blood.
Blood shed to satisfy your evil thirst.
You wield weapons t
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