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Uhmm anotherKind words do not matter.
For they do not take the pain away.
Sweet gestures are cute and all.
But of course i fear what i do not know.
And what i do not know is love from you.
Your sweet voice almost made it better one time.
The way you spoke my name... when i could not bare to hear it.
It almost made me feel as if you loved me.
But we all know how that ended.
And then there was the time my anger showed through my taunted voice.
And i finally let the tears flow like water.
Only to be ashamed for doing so.
I pushed it back, and you seemed to notice.
But you said nothing.
And when my heart ached so bad.
From what you have done, i let you know.
And you told me lies.
To what? Make me feel better?
You knew she was always there.
And you kept that from me.
For i was the 'other woman'
And you were the man that i once loved.
My words formed a picture in your mind.
And you seemed hold on tighter, as i was crushed in your fists.
And you left without a word.
I called to you...
i told you i loved
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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