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C'est La'vieI wonder if I really need to triangulate life
To divide into simple sides,
Assume derivatives based on what I can see.
If I am to do such a thing,
I think my heart might start crumbling again,
Because ignorance runs deep,
And actions speak louder than words ever can.
You Make Me So Very HappyA renaissance man
Dancing without knowing steps
A light in shadows
No equations know
How to calculate your worth
Nor the joy you bring
For you have always
Been an incomparable friend
Faithful through the years
Chores. Seriously. Who needs them? I mean, really, every two seconds, 'Kaylee, do this. Get that. Take out the trash. I don't care what your friends are doing, the dishes need washing...'
Right now I think I would kill to be able to have a day without chores. Most kids get them. I mean, everyone I have known have been able to have this time off, and work on their swing, or whatever they do. Me? No. I am stuck doing the dishes.
I could be out working on my swing.
Or even going to hang at a friends house.
But no, I stay at home cause my mother is a germ freak.
I thought she would be happy that I was trying for normal stuff, you know? The whole shopping and sleepover thing. But no, staying home and doing dishes. Blech.
I tried explaining to her, you know?
It's only spread through the bites, it wouldn't hurt to maybe go out for a drive, and see about picking up some stuff. I mean, seriously. We have an auto rifle! I can make a rig! But nooooo, it stil
PuzzleWhy won't the stars align their light
Making up universal echoes of your invisible scars?
Do they ever even cast their metaphorical eyes on us,
Wondering what dreams are tiny enough to fit on a pinprick of light?
I know you never appreciated my questions,
But I wonder anyways.
Love and stars are the same with us,
I dream, while you use the Pythagorean theorem to figure the distance between two hearts.
You love story and you immerse yourself in answers,
But the hard science you rely shows nothing more than blankness.
Still nothing is sound and nothing is static.
The world still moves around us both, even when we don't want it to.
Safety FirstThere are things we vow to each other,
The instant our lips meet,
I know we were lying to each other.
Autumn KissKiss me softly in the autumn,
For Indian summer's glare fades too soon,
And the wolf-wind winter
Is fast approaching your eyes.
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