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ShatterIt's like I don't know you
After everything we've done
I love you
With all my heart
And as much as I try
I know I'll never stop
With one kiss
You shattered my world
But those lips
Weren't even mine.
The Secret-KeeperHe's hiding something,
You can see it in his eyes
And the way he silently wanders-
Pulling you into his web of lies.
There's something he won't say
Because he's afraid to cause you pain.
But he hurt you once, he'll do it twice.
After all, he has nothing else to gain.
Trust me, you don't want to know.
Just too bad you've been a fighter for so long.
And you have to see what stands in the way
Of your life returning, full and strong.
When you found out why he had to leave,
It really felt that nothing could get worse.
He hates it when he sees you cry,
But he should've known-
It's just the Secret-Keeper's Curse.
Yesterday's Gazette.Feeling lost
Like an old
For that one day
I was of interest
Then night came
And you didn't want me
The sun rises
Yes, that's right
Take it in your arms
Find everything within
It's just another paper
One you say
You can't live without
They'll join me
In the trashcan
Just to be found
The Devil's SongThou darest tear us apart,
Take a knife and slay thy heart.
Pain thou has wished upon thee-
Suffer it now and fall on the knee.
The Power of Thy Love now is thine,
Thy Life begone - now it is mine.
The Truth.They told me once
"The Truth will set you free"
I was young and naïve
Believing every word they said
Yes, I'm still young
But now I don't believe
Truth is not the freedom of eagle's wings
It's the quiet lonely cage of imprisonment
Why was I so small that I didn't know
That ignorance is bliss
That knowing no lies
Would make me come to this?
The Truth will hold me back
And keep me from my peace
It's killing me inside,
But I won't take the blame.
A Cold NightA bird flies over the horizon as the sun begins to set, leaving an orange ray of light over the sand. The ocean glows a deep blue, the waves splashing over a young woman's feet.
The mushy sand covers her bare feet, a feeling both disgusting and comforting. It sends shivers down her spine, as does the cold California evening breeze. Her long blonde hair offers little warmth, nor does the sweater her boyfriend had given her two weeks earlier.
Cars zoom by on the highway, so close and yet so far away.
Se stands in the sandy water silently, waiting for him. Waiting to hear his footsteps as he comes up behind her. Waiting to see his face, surrounded by his dark-brown hair.
Waiting to feel warmth as he wraps his arms around her.
Her phone vibrates in her pocket, pulling her from her thoughts.
"Hello?" she says into the phone.
The voice of a worried friend replies, "They found him, Megan. They found him."
There is no question of who he is, of who they are. All she knows is that something terr
Romancing A Vampire Chapter 3"And who might you be, lovely?" he asked as we sauntered through the dark city streets.
I had to jolt myself away from his gaze to speak. He hadn't done much besides save my life, and he'd barely said any words to me since we'd left the alleyway. Still, I found it nearly impossible to utter my name, in all of it's dull three syllables.
"Katy. Katy Dunne." I zipped my mouth and nodded, hoping it would encourage him to speak without asking me any further questions. His voice soothed me, every word floating in the air and slowly wrapping around me in a velvety cloak.
He turned to look at me, examining my face and somewhat mediocre figure. All throughout my youth I'd been fairly proud of my features, but standing beside him made me feel as if mine were nothing. My slight hourglass figure, slender long legs, and decent-sized bust paled so much in comparison to the gorgeous man standing beside me.
"Dunne, you say? Is that of Irish descent?" he asked.
Damn, he really needed to stop talking. I
Romancing A Vampire Chapter 2The hour was getting late and I decided it'd be best for me to leave the bar and return to my dorm in order to study. Or if all else failed, pass out early and at least get a good few hours of sleep before my psychology exam the next morning.
I paid my bill and handed it to Stew. He glanced at my spiked tea, of which I'd only had a few sips, then back at me before shaking his head and moving on to the next lonely girl on a stool.
Music flooded my ears and I nearly drowned in the horde of sweaty, scantily-clad bodies. I passed several couples grinding, some of them not even straight, while Ke$ha played in the background. Even more of a reason for me to get out of there-I was already dizzy from the drink, the last thing I needed was a drunken pop star telling me that my love was her drug
Finally I shoved my way out the bar doors and onto the streets. A line traced all the way around the front of the building, still waiting to get inside, even though it was closing in on 1 o'clock i
Just Too AfraidI hope you know that I am just a lonely girl
That does not have the pedigree of kings
I'm pushed around by legions of my peers
Staring out my window thinking pensive thoughts
She is the one that they all want to be
Blasphemy if you have not heard her name
They carry her in atop their shoulders
Mistaking their gods for a cheerleader prom queen
One day I saw you walk in with all your friends
I pondered the thought of what we might become
But she saw you first and stole you away
Without even giving me a chance to fight
She said these words that I never forgot
You're wasting your time, you stupid good-for-nothing
No one wants for you to win his heart
Just watch him fall hopelessly into my arms
I was just too afraid to raise my voice
To disprove my mind of what I am not, but
If you always do what you've always done,
You'll always get what you've always got.
hey sup quick psasince a lot of you are still watching me for some reason here's a psa
art theft is not okay.
it's unacceptable and just plain douchey.
like seriously if you're just dying for attention and think that's the way to get it, you're wrong.
you're so wrong. why?
because art theft is wrong.
and dA has a huge fucking problem with this.
and it's bullshit.
it's grimy and pathetic.
if you're that insecure about your art, then don't fucking upload anything.
don't upload someone else's hard work and try and take credit.
or trace over their work.
that's also bullshit.
(unless you're given permission- i know some artists allow people to color their work or things like that.)
it's happened to me, it's happened to my friends, and it's happened all over this website and others.
just give it up.
why would anybody upload anything anywhere if they knew it was just going to be stolen or traced?
because they count on their watchers and admirers not to do that.
so just don't.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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