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Porcelain DollI'm a porcelain doll not an angel.
No not at all.
All the mistakes I can't take back,
Only makes another crack.
I wish I could sit on the wall.
For I'm only a porcelain doll.
I don't want to break,
From all the memories and love the demons take.
Yin and YangWhen darkness closing in
When light can't seem to win
Yin & Yang fall in to Limbo
How far will it go
The peaceful balance
Is met with resistance
Angels and demons fighting inside
Which will win you can't decide
Chaos in your mind always stays
Be that as it may
Yin & Yang fall in to Limbo
You simply must know
How far it will go in you
How strong your Will lets you choose
When the darkness closing in
Fight it hard enough you'll win.
Demi God-Zilthena P.O.V.-
She's been in the pits for two months now. The young woman still had to find and get to her kidnapped mother. Her deathly black hair fell gracefully down her blood covered back and her olive coloured skin, Her ghost gray bore into the person standing outside her cell.
"A girl is in the pits as gladiator? Is the world ending?" A deep male voice echoed off the walls.
"If you don't shut up your world will be." the girls cold voice answerd. She heard him open her cell door and enter before she saw the giant of a man. He was handsome with his honey colored eyes, dark hair and well toned tan body littered with battle scars. One word popped into her head...demigod.
"What's your name…demigod?" She questioned. He seemed taken back by the question but soon collected himself.
"Moralice son of Ares god of war and bloodshed. And who are you?" Was his answer.
"Zilthena daughter of Hades god of the underworld." She replied smoothly.
Truth In LiesDaylight fade away
No more hurt today
Plain as a picture from a photo booth
Lies bleed so much truth
See my scars
I hide beneath the stars
Reality is a harsh fate
I'd rather eat fake off a dinner plate
Never is truth a mistake
The golden rule
Make them have a dual
The truth and lies
They never die
Just a fantasy
So much insanity
Let me be
I choose not to see
You,Me Light,NightTry as I might,
I lost my fight.
Only at night,
Do the demons come out to play.
For the angels in the day,
Have finally gone away.
Sometimes I still pray,
As I watch my dreams decay.
What could I possibly gain?
These angels brought pain,
Sorrow and even abuse.
These angels sided with you.
How could this be?
Your Angels have forsaken me.
It made me free.
Now my demons fight for me.
They understand the Beast,
The monster, the theft,
You made inside of me.
So I fight for the dark,
And you for the light?
Everything not is black and white.
LiesLies bring me loving Misery.
Lies drown me in sweet agony.
Lies show me beautiful despair.
Lies they never care.
Lies its never fair.
Lies I bury them inside.
Lies nowhere you can hide.
Lies they let me fly.
Lies how they make me cry.
Lies I want to die.
Reason WhyMy Reason why
I tried to tell you but my voice failed me
I wanted to cry but my eyes wouldn't let me
I went to fight but me strength left me
I yearned to live but life denied me
That's my suicide
The Timeless Hanging TreeDeep in the meadow
There is a willow
They say is hollow
That's waiting for me
To one day set me free
Angels sing as bodies swing
From the timeless hanging tree
Sometimes spirits scream
Praying its a dream
That their fate is a lie
Souls throughout time
Would rather die by a broken spine
They go three by three
To the timeless hanging tree
The dead come to the next to die
As loved ones part
Pain grips your heart
Find new ways to cope
You have a necklace of rope
Won't you come in swing with me
On the timeless hanging tree
The Dark Side Of The MoonRoya woke up to the smell of coffee and wet dog. Grumbling as she brushed her black and white hair from her face. She was ambushed last night and brought to this house. She was told that she would be part of experiment. Royas' small frame seemed dwarfed by the room she was currently in. Deciding not to waste her time sitting around waiting for her new 'roommate' to find her; she swung her small but toned legs over the bed grabbing a robe before she headed downstairs.
"Well explains the wet dog smell." She said while sighing. A man with dark skin and tense muscles stood in the kitchen his back facing her. He was obviously a werewolf...Great they trapped her in a house with the bloody werewolf. She inwardly cursed at herself for being so stupid. Not only did she get kidnapped but she got kidnapped it has to be around a flea infested mutt.
“I can’t say the same thing about you…Leach but you know the blood smell” He’s deep voice rumb
I can tHow can I begin this life anew?
Even though I know you would want me too.
I just don´t know the place I should start,
how do I repair my broken heart?
Searching for direction
which way do I go?
A year almost over but
I have nothing to show.
I´m just treading water,
I´m getting nowhere.
still on the spot
where you left me last year.
I will love you forever,
it´s only you that I want
I should move on I know
but I just can´t.
By Suzanne karbach Sept 2014
the fall of the last monarchy (reworked)butterfly promise
weighs the feather wind, no less
than the plight he is.
Little Darlin'Little darlin' with the precious heart,
rest here a little while longer with me
let me run my fingers in your long hair
I'm so glad that together we are free
you gave me a connection to share.
I had once thought you would leave
forever gone and I would be unforgiven
you said that I simply didn't believe
but you had never stopped being driven.
Feeling your skin now as it is bare
I can see the scars I have left on you
yet they're worn with pride and without scare
you loved me more than I ever knew.
Lay here with me, let me soak you in
into your warm, sweet scent I burrow
run your fingertips along my chin
wipe away my brow's furrow.
Yes, just as you've always done for me
through agonizing heartbreak and pain
even after you left me at that tree
after that, we both stood in sorrow rain.
I had been so foolish, so selfish before
I feared you would never take me again
but I ran hopeful and scared to your door
and it was a lack of love you couldn't feign.
A smile and kiss bound us together
A Garden Full of Butterflies.When youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies,
and daisies waiting to be chains
in meadows where it never rained.
When lambs jumped joyous every spring
and I heard every bluebird sing
and all the adults told the truth
in the dream that was my youth.
When Santa granted every wish.
When my pond was filled with golden fish
and a cow leapt high to reach the moon
and Grampa sung a funny tune.
When paper dolls danced in a line
and sugared bread to eat was fine,
and adults never gave me rules
least not before I went to school!
When time was just an honoured guest
he flitted in – but took a rest.
Moving not, he watched me grow
in Happy-Ever-After glow.
All of this, it was my Truth
in lengthened days, where dwelt my youth –
when youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies...
Your smileOn seeking solace in your smile,
it soothed my troubled heart,
soon hoped that you would stay around
and this would be the start
of something good that happens when
a happy face beguiles,
a love so true
just me and you
all started with your smile.
Now I sit and just remember and
ponder for a while,
on laughing eyes so blue,
on our love so true
and how you made me smile.
by Suzanne Karbach Sept 2014
ParadiseHis heart matched the beat of a magic song,
his chest was my pillow, and nothing was wrong.
The dark green of his eyes hypnotized me,
I felt it all the way to my soul, finally free.
His skin was smooth, my fingertips felt at home,
stroking his cheek, his arm, letting my hands roam.
Paradise isn't a dream, or a place faraway,
it's being wrapped in his arms, knowing I'm okay.
I am Who I Am and by Me Only MeI am Who I am
A poem by AFlyingPassion
I’m a… freak
a person who has no life,
a person who steal someone’s watchers,
a piece of trash,
a discerning person,
a c*nt, a
a mental person.
A disgusting person
A person who needs to get a life
A person who can’t drive
A person who has problems
Some people wish that I would die,
end up being FOREVER alone.
No matter what people end up calling me hoping to put me down, this is me and ME only.
Have a creative mind
A giggly person
A one of a kind
A lover of animals and family
Genuinely loved by different people
Notice me...I remember..
Those cold nights of isolation..
Those nights worrying about being hit or not....
Waking up in a nightmare..
Trusting no man.
I am stronger,
and I am older.
I am no longer under your roof,
I am no longer under your control.
I have no more bruises from your fists,
from your belt,
from your shoes.
I AM stronger.
I am living..
waking up in cold sweats..
worrying that you are near me..
scared that I would wake up with you near me...
terrified of being hit again..
and hoping to be noticed by you..
I am not that into football.
I tend to write about my feelings,
than say them.
I am not your spawn.
Stitched Up AngelsI’ve fallen from grace,
But how can I fall from grace if I wasn’t graced in the first place?
Is tattooed on all of them.
Angels had fallen but refused to stay down.
They stitched themselves up and stood up from the ground.
Stitches and scars covered their legs and arms.
They sowed her wings back on.
They fly at dawn.
They are stitched up Angels.
No longer singing lullabies,
Through the midnight sky.
The army fights.
For what is right.
They are guardians of broken dreams and shattered hearts.
They guide those who are broken and beat,
And are laying in the street.
They show them a new path.
Young to old
Stitched up Angels find their gold.
Their golden halos or replaced by swords and guns.
The war of eternity has begun.
Stitched up Angels will fights till their war’s won.
fighting off your demons.
The Silver shadow that follows you day and night.
The winner of every fight.
The Army of stitched up Angels.
Taking on everything you can’t take.
Fighting with no mistake
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