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PlummetI've been waiting for this moment,
but now what do I do?
What do I think?
What do I say?
This is so out of the blue!
Should I shout some splendid sentence
that they'll remember for years?
Should I make peace with my problems
and abandon all my fears?
I must leave a good impression.
Should I smile?
Should I cry?
I ponder over all of this,
then hit the ground and die.
OmniscientI see wings that sprout from shoulders,
I see shiny slimy scales,
I see halos hanging over heads
and scary monsters' tails.
I see shining lights and radiance
and evil demon claws,
but in the end I see both good and evil
in us all.
Habitual NervosityI chew my pencil, twirl my thumbs,
I bite my fingers 'til they're numb,
I tap my digits on my desk,
then I awkwardly scratch my chest;
I shake my body endlessly,
I bite my cheek and grind my teeth,
I twitch and fidget and play with my hair,
all because you're sitting there.
Well...?You make the moves while I swoon over you.
That's the routine, am I right?
I misunderstand while you do all you can.
I just don't have the courage to fight.
It's not my fault,
I'm just too shy,
this relationship is based on guesses.
I haven't helped,
I haven't tried.
Your words are simple soft caresses.
I don't want to be silent.
I want to speak up.
I don't want to lose you,
and I'll never give up.
I took an oath
and I swore to myself
that I would never quit,
but it's harming my health.
I've forced myself into your shoes;
if you gave up, we both would lose.
I want to tell you 'Don't give up!' but you see,
my biggest fear is that you're as shy as me.
Yes, you've made the moves,
but for me it's not clear.
Do you love me or not?
It's the answer I fear...
ChainsI've chained my heart around a tree.
It has a lock. You have the key.
I wait for you to come along,
to return my heart back to where it belongs,
to return me to what I was before,
to give me what I want, and more.
I'm waiting for you as blood seeps from my chest.
I'm waiting. I've become obsessed.
I've turned into a wild beast.
I want a taste of Cupid's feast.
A beautiful banquet of love.
My chest bleeds out and I look up above.
I look to the heart that I've chained to the tree,
and I realize- the only thing chained down is me.
Kill Me (Baby)We used to play with sticks and stones
so no one would get hurt.
Instead of calling out mean names
we'd shove each other in the dirt.
But now I think you hate me;
you don't fight me anymore.
You're not the type to fall in love,
I'm not the type that you'd fall for.
If you really do love me,
telling me would be a chore.
Since actions speak louder than words,
please kill me so I can be sure.
StrayWalking down the street today,
nothing but a stray,
a man strayed my way,
A case of beer in his hand;
that he'd be drunk
when buying beer?
But there's nothing to fear:
a box of lunch,
I'd had a hunch
this was a man, a working man,
doing all he can
to stay away from staying stray.
I had to say, 'When's payday?'
'Today' he'd say,
and that day was my day,
for my day had been saved.
Spilled inkIt's not that I can't trust you,
I just can't be hurt again.
The last thing I would want is our relationship's end.
In this war against emotions it gets harder to defend,
and now my only weapon is a broken black pen.
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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