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Complete and utter bull*
Dont try it.
And then I get stuck thinking back on it
And how wonderful it really,
Was, is, might be, and will be
But I will always live by these words
This heart has been torn in two
Cut and bruised
With too many bitter endings
And Ill be damned
If I have thoughts of you
Rain on my new beginning
Broken hearts will either
Mend or fade
But neither is quick-coming
Why dwell on the past
When the future is on coming?
I wrote it
No Sticky Paws
A total and complete feeling of security, joy, and hatred
All at the same time
And for some people
It just never happens
Ive felt it
And its whimsical
And it makes me want to take risks
Step outside the box
And live life to its fullest
I feel like I would rather be stuffed back in that box
Or like I took to much risk
And jeopardized something important to me
But the person I love means more than all the money in the world
Or discovering the cure for cancer
I would die to know that the person I love is safe and happy
The higher I climb, the harder I fall
And my hearts been
Cut and bruised
Torn in two
With to many bitter endings
I wrote it.
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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