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LifeLook at me, please just look me in the eyes.
Is it that hard to avoid this?
Hold me like nothing is wrong.
I keep hearing yelling not anything soothing...
Stop yelling at me...Please
I can't take this anymore.
Isn't home supposed to be a comforting place?
I don't feel at home anymore.
Who's that girl in the mirror?
Where did she come from?
Is that what I look like?
There is no way.
I'm so pale.
I can't be so drained.
Where did that girl I knew go?
Oh yea she's still not over you...
She's also been shoved down under all of those papers.
Who are you?
Tell me the truth.
Don't give me lies, I'll just roll my eyes.
Life never is fair.
So dear don't let them break you.
You're my truth and my desire.
O' sire how can I love you.
I simply cannot say.
I don't know your way.
Show me simply the turns and I shall go.
Every way is a harder path.
Take off that mask now.
Take a bow.
Shall we dance under the colored lights or the moonlight?
I could wait for thee forever.
When I saw thee with someone else how I weeped.
I mourned deep within my soul for eternity how could you leave me there?
YouLook at you, the king of the school.
Are you truly happy?
We used to best friends now you're gaining power fast power corrupts.
You used to talk to me after school every single day now only if you get on Facebook when I am too.
You don't get it do you?
I can't trust you anymore, you've left me alone.
You used to hug me every time you saw me now, you just smile and socialize with my other friends.
Your brother looks to much like you it's kinda annoying how I look into his eyes and I turn away there in my mind is your image.
I used crush on you ever since I said I like you......you've left me and never said a word back. We are best friends forever I wish you could see my feelings for you haven't changed.
Crushing only leads to Crushed
Power makes screwy life.
Friendship is a ship that sails away or stays in port it never can decide.
My friends this is for youWe've been through so much
We ran so far
You ran farther then I could ever keep up
Then someone caught my eye you said follow him I'll wait
I went to him and I tripped on the way you caught me
The guy just laughed and went on his little stroll
You have left me once or twice but we said our sorrys
And moved on, the men we may fall for may not catch us
If we are still friends I'll catch you every time someone pushes you down
Trust me.... be my sister forever
Leave me... I won't leave you
Mark my heart... I'll make you never forget me
If a bridge collpased bewteen us... I would die for you
What is this feeling?What is it?
What do I see is that what I should see?
Why oh my my why?
I thought you said I'd be your lover forever...
Forever ends now I'm crying
behind my dark eyes I hide
My eyes aren't meant to be read
You smiled, and cried for me.
My eyes don't like seeing they would rather be blind
Your eyes are locked to mine stop looking at me
I'm not good enough
I look at you I don't see anything wrong with you
I look in the mirror I see you right behind me.
My ears can't stand hearing me crying.
I smile and move on but I just, cannot stop.
I never expected this.
I look at my text messages and sigh
I'm lost like a zebra in a herd I stand out but in a small way you would have to see me closer to understand.
I can't believe it
It's hard.. I know I've heard that alot
Don't say you're sorry just walk away before I grab you and kiss you and regret it...
Look and thinkWhy didn't you say something
You never could understand
Look at yourself.
Now put on your mask and get lost
I'm wearing my mask.
Can you see my brown eyes?
I feel something totally different
It's not me your seeing
Your seeing a new person.
When you held me, I felt so safe
Now, I feel no longer safe.
I act so shy, you act so cocky
You're such a jerk!
You're so annoying...
Why why when I was with you I felt like your anger was caused by me
You never said anything
Everyday I felt so much hurt
I couldn't think
Stop. Think. Get Lost.
Trust me I don't want to see you unless you say sorry
Texting me won't make me ever feel the same again
You better play nice or I won't
I want never ever see your face again
You push me and you pull me
Just stop now
You are lost
I'm finding my own path without you
It is leading me to a good place
9 Circles - Round 4 vs Casino Carmada (Part 3)Callidora nearly swooned as her head spun with the possibilities. A free pass to the final round, the glory of Olympus, a second life with her husband…Wouldn’t any of those outweigh a simple piece of sardonyx?
“There you are, you cheating bastard!”
Before Callidora could surrender her jewel, the sound of heavy footsteps thundered towards them. A figure jumped down from overhead, one hand holding tight to her worker’s hat while the other had a grip on her unsheathed blade. Mull crashed down between them, and before Van could react, whack! She swung her sword fast, slicing his arm off at the elbow. The detached limb burned and smoked, writhing in silent agony before melting into ash and dust with a soft poof.
“Thought you could pull a fast one over on us, did you?” Mull accused, redirecting her sword to Van’s face. By this point, the rest of the contestants had caught up with them, and none seemed too pleased with their host f
9 Circles - Round 4 vs Casino Carmada (Part 2)The competitors scattered from the moment Van said ‘go.’ The Casino Carmada was a labyrinth of opulence, with literally every surface gilded and dressed with gemstones. A stunning Wheel of Fortune spun over their heads, and from behind it, a waterfall of liquid gold cascaded down over statues drinking and bathing in the molten wealth. (At least they hoped they were statues, after their run-ins with the stone whores in Lust.)
The first hundred or so chips were quickly found and claimed. Some lie inside of glass jewel cases, while others were buried in elaborate machines. (Sange attempted to pull on their side-armed levers to force the prizes out, until Callidora and Byten swept in and simply smashed the things to bits.)
Spencer found a string of chips hanging around the waist of one of Van’s servant girls. Like the one that escorted them down to this circle, the girls of the Casino were practically painted with affluence; just enough so you wouldn’t notice
9 Circles - Round 4 vs Casino CarmadaROUND FOUR: Symbol of Avarice
“Theron, what are you doing?”
“You’ll see. Indulge me just a moment more, my love. Now hold out your hands.”
Callidora chuckled under her breath, but did as her beloved instructed. A small weight dropped into her outstretched fingers, like a small stone. “Alright,” Theron nodded. “Open your eyes.”
So she did. The ‘stone’ Theron had dropped into her hand was an exquisite sardonyx, polished to a gleaming finish, with a long, thin cord of gold and copper dangling from it. The Athenian couldn’t help but gape quietly. “Theron, where did you--”
“Don’t let that concern you – it would ruin the mystery,” Theron laughed. He lifted the semiprecious necklace from her hand and instead latched it around her neck. “Just enjoy it. It’s the first gift of many to my darling bride-to-be.”
Callidora jumped wi
PhoenixIt was falling
Why, she didn't know. Or actually, she did. It fell with the direction of the wind, the rolling of the dice, the card picked with eyes closed.
A collission high up in a place she couldn't reach, breaking it's feeble balance. She knew she couldn't help it.
So she stood, she stood and watched the sky as the firebird plummeted down to earth.
"Help me!" Cried the phoenix. Voice thick with ozone.
"I can't," said the woman. Voice weak with sadness.
The firebird cried.
She watched as it soared over the burned treetops. Stirring up the ashes, making them swirl through the air like black snow.
She followed, with her eyes, the flaming tail, trailing through the sky for miles and miles behind the tiny body. Sparks crackling in the cold air.
She fought back her tears.
"Oh please, help me!" The phoenix begged.
She braced herself for the gust of wind as the creature soared overhead. Closing her stinging eyes, shielding them from the flash of light. The tips
Angie's ThemeI am scared and I am frustrated.
I have no right to be.
Life is so unfair, but I still keep on walking.
Walking into my oblivion.
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me?
Am I really here?
Can't you tell what's real?
Can't you tell what's fake?
Am I really here?
I don't want fade into oblivion.
Life goes on, so I much tread on unto the oblivion.
Am I really real?
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me?
Am I really real?
Please, why are you fading away?!
Don't go away!
I need somebody to listen to me.
Am I really real?
Am I really here?
Light and darkness tread on my hopes.
I am gone within a flash of light.
Things aren't fair, but please tread carefully unto oblivion.
Am I really here and real?
Please, don't go away!
I am crying out my heart to the oblivion.
I need somebody to listen, because all alone.
I can't feel a thing.
This pain sears across my face and am I really really real?
HomeThe midday sun was refracted through my tears, blurring the meadows into emerald seas. The trees became a painting that caressed my worn out limbs. The sparrows forgave me and fluttered like flocks of angels at my feet, whispering apologies.
The glaciers had torn open the bedrock, letting out darkness that seeped from underneath the conifers. The snowflakes had long since deafened my ears to the world. My eyes became deep lakes when I looked towards the otherworld. As I reached for the falling trees, I saw figures coming out of the blue.
Dreams flew shining and adorned with streaks of silver over the log houses. Red ornaments ran down the hem of my skirt, red as fire. I touched the horns of the cows as I felt the forest slowly encircling us. The silver Moon became blinding white between the sleeping hills. Stones lined a path back to the broken sound of a reed pipe.
In a wooden frame lined with black silk I was still holding my sister by the hand, looking at the crows sitting on a birc
the hauntingLook closely in the mirror, who do you see?
I see my old self with wet eyes and make up coming off.
You creep up behind me I jump and slap your hand.
You put your hands around me slowly.
I try to move out of your grip, I skirm more you tighten.
I close my eyes then open again then your gone.
I look on my bed there is a rose a lonely rose.
I left it up around it is a dark purple ribbon with a ring on it.
The window next to my bed is open, the cold breeze comes in.
My hair flies with the wind.
The rain begins pouring in I don't care I'm going to die anyway.
Listen as the tin roof begins to bend.
This truly is the end.
The end is near.
Your to near to me.
Leave me alone stop haunting me.
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