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XOXOthe darkness covers us as we sat in the dark
covering the love and the hurt
it was like a blanket or like a cocoon
wrapping us and bringing us closer
making us breathe the same air
in and out and repeat
it made an inky sound,the body heat around us made
everything more safe and sound.
arms were made to be wrap around.
as i tried to hold on to you late at night.
we were two different people in the daylight
but we form one when the lights were off in the dead of night
everythings disappeared but later on resurface
we joke that we had two brains and two arms and legs
but agree we shared the same heart, it was less messy that way.
you always knew what i was thinking when i drift away from you
and i always knew when you needed to be hold tight.
but you did not see the red ribbons that form at night
and i did not see the blue soft bruises that took shape at night
death was waiting for you..singing on the late night hours on the
radio, whispering your name, taking you away.
playing it's game,
Edge of Reasonim on the edge of reason.
but clouded with doubts
as they haunt me and hang about.
open your eyes and see the real me
not the one you want me to be.
tis all said and done.
words cease to make a difference on deaf ears
for they just ring and don't make a sound
and they just carry on....carry on...
Skin so tightSkin so tight but at the same time loose fitting
as I shed my skin and step into a new one
worm truning into a butterfly
stop my heart as I pretend to die
in a dream like land where
love is only for you and me
and the world truns backwards
and forward and backwards again.
wrap in a coocoon
spun with silk and tears and bloodshed
eyes that seems like they are closed
losted in a dream or death
Fingertip away from my heartyou are a finger tip away from my heart
the overused words are dead
tastes like buildup rust on a wet spoon
left outside when it rain
I remembered sleeping beside you that night
your heart beats matched raindrops on the roof
making that pip pip pip sound
you always slept on my right breast with your right hand on my left
tracing my nipple with lazy circles until it got hard
pressing your ear against the right one
listening to my breathing and heartbeats as you trun me on.
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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