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Lonewolf series Chapter 1 pre-veiw-1-
Of course on the first day of school I had to just wake up late. And of course no matter how hard I tried my stupid alarm clock wouldn’t work. Thank god my dear Alaska, my pet Alaskan husky, woke me up. Ironic how I have an Alaskan husky and his name is Alaska! Yea i'm just smart like that. But anyway, now I was driving my truck to school way above the speed limit. Not like it mattered really. In this small town, Stillwater Pennsylvania to be exsiccate, we only had one police station. Where there were only two police cars, and the last time anyone saw those old cars in action were about two years ago. Some people from the next town over thought it would be funny to tepee the police station.
So nothing really ever happens here…like nothing… what so ever! Thankfully school wasn’t as boring as this town. Stillwater high was the best and pretty much only school in town. There are really only two high schools in
A soft breeze gently blows the clouds overhead. Gently sway the
ocean waves back and forth. Sweetly sweeps your hair around your
face. Your gaze is attracted by the view in front of you. Captivated
by this lovely seascape...Then, ever so slowly, your eyes close and
you drift into a delicate sleep...I wonder hat you dreaming mind
Do you see this world in color? Or in a beautiful gray style? Does
the sun warm your skin? Or does the cool air chill your body? so many
things i wonder of what goes on in your fascinating mind. So many
desires i wish to fulfill for you...
I wonder...Do you long to live in this ethereal world, or in your divine fantasy?
Wishing Upon Stars Lets take this time to enjoy sweet silence...Look up
at the sky and see the beautiful stars that gleam and
shine.See the shapes and figures they make. See how
close they look, but yet are oh so far away...Quickly
my love, pick a star, not just any star, one you shall
remember forever! Cherish it, love it, adore it, and wish
Careful, though, my love you only have one wish.
So make it count darling...For a wish can last a life time.
But may i ask love, can I wish upon a star tonight
too? Can I ask to spend this life time with my perfect
dream? My sweet angel that fell to earth just for me.
Oh how I long to forever have you in my arms.
So please love while we stargaze tonight lets both
wish upon a star and live our forever dream...
Concealed Beauty...Like pure gold when a heavenly light shines upon it.
I get a soft and plush feeling when I touch this angelic thing, this heavenly wing.
I'm in awe...
How could I...How could I get such beautiful wings.
Wings with a white so deep they are like fluffy clouds on a clear blue day.
They are light, but hold a weight of responsibility on me.
I can feel them fully, every slightest twitch, every slightest flutter.
I can feel the slightest breeze run through the feathers.
Feel the warmth of the sparkling sun.
Feel the happiness I've never felt before...
My white wings…Oh without you...I don't think I've would've known about all the happiness I have inside...
Voice...Im always there
In the dark waiting
Silently waiting for the right moment to strike
Your mind belongs to me
You think you can escape
No, no one ever does
I just don't go away
You cant kill me...
Because Im you...
And you are me
Im the demon inside
That scary little voice you hate yet fear
Just let go...
Let me control
It wont hurt...
Since I am...already you...
Captured WingsI can feel it...
I can feel my skin rip apart.
Tear and be pulled this way and that.
Blood spills down my back.
my screams echo around me .
Tears fall from my eyes.
Why does such beautiful things hurt so much?
I want my wings...
give me my wings!
I don't want to be held down anymore...
Let me see my black wings.
Let me know im just as evil as i seem to be.
I cant hold back any longer.
Juts let my wings show.
let me be free...
Let me be this fallen angel im suppose to be...
Sleep...Sweet dreams my lovely angel
Let your mind rest and drift
Close your eyes and sleep
Doze off into peace
Imagine your perfect world
Create a universe all of your own
Let that magic in you flow
Be entranced by a beautiful wonderland
See the things that your mind can conceive
Fantasize my lovely angel
Keep your head in the clouds
And drift along into blissful tranquility
sleep forever lovely angel
Let your body lay still
And your mind run free
Keep your dreams alive
And live in your secret creation
Don't hold back that beautiful imagination you have
So sleep love, sleep my lovely angel, and dream forever...
MelodyA sweet melody rings within my ears.
Silently yet eagerly trying to gain my attention.
I search up and down, left and right, for that beautiful sound.
Not knowing whose voice it is that releases such lovely words.
I listen closely, closing my eyes, tunning out everything but your voice. Listening to every word that escapes your lips.
My body moves, following an invisible path toward you. Louder the sound of your voice gets, i know i am near you, so i open my eyes. And see such a charming beauty.
I stare, captivated, by your mesmerizing eyes...it is like light is captures inside and held there forever, or just waiting for someone to let that beautiful light out.
I see your lovely smile, I wonder how many times people get to see you truly smile, or even hear a beautiful laugh i bet you have.
My mind wonders for miles about everything i wish to know about you, about all the things you keep secret.
* * *
Keep singing my beautiful, and let the world hear your voice.
Let your angelic voice f
Never let me goSunlight kisses your face
as you slowly awake in my
Your sweet autumn brown
eyes flutter open and look
A hushed good morning
escapes your beautiful lips.
All the while you only waste
seconds to press those precious
lips against mine.
And i am filled with the
joyous essence of your love.
I reminisce over all of the
times you have brightened my
And i hold you close as our
Feeling your delicate body
Ever so slowly running
my hands along side
...You rest your head
amongst my chest.
Telling me how soothing
my heartbeat sounds to
smiling i say "it only
beats for you..."
And loving eyes connect
But it is your sweet
smile that capture my eyes.
Along with your angelic
voice saying those 3 precious
Those oh so heart warming
You kiss my lips again,
and with such tender,
I pull you close, not ever
wanting to let you go.
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
I want to be free...To be me is like a disgrace.
To be fake is like a god given gift.
It's not me...
It never will be...
So why can't we just love what's real?
Instead of whats fake?
Love who you are!
Be who you are!
No matter what anyone says...
I want to be free...
And I know you do to.
So why cant we?
Because people hate what they don't understand.
That's why we cant be.
But then again...Who said we can't break some rules?
Have fun, and live life a little?
No matter what happens.
Be free, and do you.
Not what people say you have to do.
I want to be free...
And I will be.
No matter what anyone says...
So be free...
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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