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My beliefLet me be the devil in your heart
Corrupting your soul
Because this taint is all I breath
It is all that I know
Your scent used to be heaven to me
But now it's too strong to be
And the angels throw me down
Casting me away from the holy crown
I used to know of sweet smells
But now it's farewells
Or of morning skies
Instead of these goodbyes
Now I feel cast from you
Like the iron that rusts
It can never be made new
I love you so
Did you know?
But I cannot change for you
And I know you won't
So that path of thorns
Splits at the forked road
Perhaps the forked tongues of devils
Brought me here like you've said
And I am no longer wanted at the throne
But I feel no shame nor anger nor guilt
But the happiness of my own
For the temple that I've built
The one that is not shown
It is mine
And mine alone
It may not house millions of people
Nor does it preach of stories to believe
It does not ask for money or worldly things
Nor means to deceive
It just asks for love, truth, ho
Start AgainI'm a teen distortion
Running through this rat race
Climbing the walls
Of this maze
Working up a sweat
Stop to take a breath
Just to start again
Make it to the top
That's when I'll stop
And I'll start it again
I'll be free
Without the chains
Just to start again
And build up the revolution
Bring on the evolution
Now's the time for a solution
Then I'll start again.
Taking too long to decide
All these decisions that rise
You're taking your time
Liberty doesn't wait
For you to finish this race.
Keep up with my pace
Before you even begin
I'll be starting again.
Love, Murder, MysteryThe year was 1864 I believe, in England. The exact location, I do not know. Two lovers, torn apart by hatred and jealousy, resulting in a man's death. Years pass and the spirit of that man still lingers, replaying the events at that precise time. This story of murder and haunting, is only told through my lips and my lips alone.
It had just rained earlier, the cobblestone streets drenched, puddles of water everywhere. Dark clouds lingered heavily overhead, swollen. I watched my step as I crossed the street in my green Victorian gown. Horse-pulled trolleys were everywhere, there was a party somewhere I suppose. It's November, and the winds are devils. I crossed the street and was once again on the street next to the red bricked building where my lover had died being shot. The building was on fire, I remember. I shook my head, to shake away the thoughts. The building was black from the fire years ago. There's a man next to the building. Mr. Adams,
Devonn Chapter II wake up again shuddering.
'It's cold. Where am I?'
Everywhere around me I see black, not that I'm not used to it, on the contrary I am accustomed to the dark. It is the sheer terror of loneliness here that strikes me hard. Harder than the concrete chamber I am in, and much more foul than the putrid smell, that lingers in the air.
'What do I remember? Think!'
I scan my thoughts rummaging through vague memories, when a dull pain hits my head. First at the middle of my forehead, then all over, and, at an instance, pain at the back of my skull. I touch the spot.
'What are these? Incisions?'
"No, injections," a familiar voice said in the darkness.
"Matt! Where are you?" I stand up immediately, but then I come crashing down again.
'Too fast, I stood up too fast.'
"Woah, watch it tiger, you'll collapse at this rate," Matt emerges from the darkness, unharmed.
"Matt what's going on? WHAT HAPPENED? Why aren't you hurt, where is everyone?!"
"Answer me! Why won'
No WordsEarly twilight, these hours do come to fade.
But no! Not now! Such thoughts have yet to be
Written, upon this page! Oh woe! Be free
From this! I am no puppet taking shade
In one's image such as yourself! Unmade
For worlds like this. Unintentionally, this "Me,"
This "Life," is false. Oh how, I long, to be!
These words so many scrambling forcing mode.
But look! At last! Such beauty comes along!
This dawn, or dusk, what ever you find just.
These words, come lost, to sights like this. This mood
So loved, it takes a kiss from Light or Night.
Pick not! Cherish this life. I do suggest.
For words are more of worth, to me, if used.
Senior YearSo say our world will end upon our year.
Though fate shall aim to break and bend our goals;
We will not fall from such to disappear,
Will bring but shame and will not cure our woes.
From year, to year, our spirits have not shown,
But what we leave for you who's left behind;
For those with this will carry on their own,
This legacy, in which you'd be so kind.
Three years have come and gone so fast,so swift;
These years where have they gone? Right past my eyes.
So blue, yellow, and gold. This green will shift
To gray, and soon will come the smiles and cries.
Oh run! Dear Time! For I shall stop for None!
And run! Shall I! To make what I'll become!
Tribute to everyone: ResistanceTribute to Everyone: Resistance
tribute everyone of the song Resistance by Miracle of sound enjoy...
Shadow(also singing), Tails, Amy, Cream and Knuckles(all 4 controlling the instruments)(C):iconsegalogoplz:
resistance(C)Miracle of Sound
Scene: *fades in*
Name of the band: 'Mobian Emeralds'
name of the song: 'Resistance (Miracle of sound)'
Originated band that played the song: 'Miracle of sound'
Tails, Amy, Cream and knuckles: *starts playing*
Merrick: Sink into the peaceful sea
In blue become a shade
Years they sleep inside a moment
Wake upon a blade
Merrick: Resist - remain
Shaken from the still
Resist - remain
No more time to kill
Merrick, Andrew, Thrasher and Shadow: Breaking out through the doors
Is there nothing worth saving anymore?
Split the pillars of war
Is there nothing worth saving a
Not Enoughshould she chalk it up to desperation
and use that as fuel so she can run?
or should she just sit and tune it out
the recollection continuing to stun?
left in the dawn’s rust to cope alone
her tears are flowing at their usual rate
braced to flee with scared rabbit’s pace
it was never enough for them
that she would strive for men
that she would do almost anything
even bite her tongue and pretend
hide her tears, hide her battle scars
hope her smile never cracked her face
as things devolved or wandered too far
just to rebuild the brick wall
then tear it right back down
when the next smooth talker
struts his cocky way into town
she's never good enough, is she?
they never look back, simply reject it
then she's without pride's protection
in their eyes she saw her reflection
how futile it was for her to even try
thinking someone would give a damn
Losing SanityHaving lived to please you all, pain is all I ever get.
You wanted more, I sacrificed so much for you.
Why won't somebody kill me?
I have tried, myself so many times.
Slit wrists, burned flesh, fluid in my lungs,
Misery flows in the core of my soul, endlessly pumping fluently.
Daily abuse from the two of you,
only to go to school and be hated even more.
Why won't somebody kill me?
I have tried myself so many times.
Rope around the neck, soaked fingers plunged into the electrical socket.
Every time I try, more tears pour endlessly.
All my efforts was my mind trying to make sense of things,
I've hated myself for such a very long time, all because of you.
Kill me please, somebody pull the trigger, blow my brains out!
I want to die! I can't take the pain anymore,
the darkness has taken over my soul.
I can't see the light of day, anymore.(anymore) Why do I even bother living, (any-more).
Why won't somebody kill me?!
I have tried so many times.
Running through the rush hour traffic, beating
Let it GrowThis is a parody of Let it Go. I do not own any of the music and some lyrics may be repeated from the real song. It will help if you play the karaoke version of Let it Go as you read this.
The grass is green and no one is seen,
Can’t anyone see my pain?
The party was soon over and it looks like,
I’ve ruined it again.
The Earth is dying like this everlasting pain,
Couldn’t keep it in, nothing will ever change.
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see,
Be the good girl you always have to be,
Conceal, don’t feel,
Don’t let them know…
Well now they know!
Let it grow,
Let it grow,
Can’t let it die anymore,
Let it grow,
Let it grow,
Keeping it back was such a chore.
I don’t care how the plants grow tall,
Let the grass grow green,
The plants never bothered me at all.
It’s funny how Mother Nature controls all the Earth,
And the seed of tugging pain can’t,
Take over from my birth!
It’s time to see what I can grow,
Grapes Of WrathOh, take it now, take it quick,
Take it, 'cuz my wife is sick.
With what? I don't know.
With the song, the song of the crow.
This here horse, he is eight.
You see, he's got a funny gait.
Used to make us laugh, him skipping around,
Sir, this is what yer plowing down.
And the land, you don't see,
That land, that land is me.
Pa was born there, bred there,
And now he's got cotton for hair.
My little girl, she's just ten,
Now I'm asking if she'll smile again.
Frowning girl, cold old man,
Tell me, sir, this is your plan?
Song of the Wolf-folkHunters under watchful sky
Swift on paws, like birds they fly,
Through the forest, silent as death,
Chasing memories of those who left.
Teeth flash. Blood red.
Carry life home to those in wait,
Mother and children and elder,
Those who depend on warriors brave.
We sing to the Queen of Night
Who shines down on us, gives us sight.
Gather all ye who hear our plea,
Great Wolf grant us liberty.
© Anne M. Paws (2014)
An angry young ManI don't say I'm mad to be a punk, I say I'm mad because I'm mad and I don't want you to feel bad.
I do it to protect you, make you feel nice, so that you'll know my intentions are good but I'm in a rut so I'm going to be a butt.
I can't prevent the way I'm bound to feel when I'm under duress and stress.
But the least I can do is be honest and say, "hey, I don't feel well today". Okay?
So please, fret no more, if you worry, it'll be a chore.
It's just how it'll be, some things just agitate me, and I need you to know so that we both my grow.
Or just me, we'll have to see.
UntitledThere's a bluebird in your eyes
Wanting to escape
I see it flying out, over the iron gate
The sun behind us rising.
Theres a fog over the ground.
The moon shine is gently guiding use away town.
Memory (rough draft)"Grandpa, who is that girl?"
"That's my Maddie. She was the loveliest in the world."
"Where'd she go? I never got to meet her."
"She's in Heaven now. I know she's smiling down, so proud of you."
"And there you are, in the park! That looks like fun!"
"Oh, yes, grandson. We spent that day enjoying each other and the sun."
"Didn't you know how to feed yourself? But, she's got a pretty white dress. "
"I was the luckiest man alive. But that cake sure made a righteous mess!"
And so it went, grandpa painted his history for his grandson. They were so close, had so much fun.
"Grandpa? Do you remember me?"
"I don't know. I can't recall your face. They've labelled my photographs,but I don't remember recent time or place."
"It's okay. I love you, grandpa."
"I wish I could say the same. Where's my Maddie? Is she coming today?"
"Maddie can't come anymore. She's in Heaven."
"No! I saw her just yesterday. Didn't I see her just yesterday?
"Go away! You tell me lies! Why are trying to make
Of Love and DeathCome hear this tale of love and death,
Such love cliche may be.
Of rot and cold these eyes do spy,
But neither one can see.
The skulls be laid upon his chest,
His grave three fathoms deep.
Blood red roses on his head;
These thorns are his to keep.
In death he lies within his bed
As narrow, as narrow can be.
His woman forever to weep for him
As he set out to sea.
Never to find her true love
Forever, Forever to grieve.
This woman forever to weep for him
Never does she retrieve.
And back at home this true love
She waits, she waits for thee.
But This woman, This true love
She will never be free.
"Oh dear, oh! My Own true love,
Will you come back to me?
My dear, Oh! My own true love
Come back, come from the sea."
At half past noon it comes for him
Upon royal decree
A messenger comes to him, to say,
"You must set out to sea."
So this captain and his crew,
So elegantly told,
This ship leaves port to sea it sails
To bring home silk and gold.
But woe upon this ship does come.
Something foul it
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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