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Yes!!!! No!!!! I don't know...
Why???? Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense!
I wish I could rise up the sarcasm's throne with a laugh of superiority against YOU ALL!
I'M AN ALTRUIST AND I LIKE TO HATE HUMANITY BECAUSE OF MY ALTRUISM AND I LOVE YOU ALL BECAUSE I HATE YOU ALL and I do not make sense BUT WHO DOES MAKE SENSE?! At least I show you my nonsense, I scream my nonsense!!!
I have courage enough to be insane, to be mad, to be good, to be bad, to be ALL YOU WANT! To be MYSELF!... At the same time I make sense, NONSENSE THOUGHTS ARE THE ONES WHO HAVE MORE SENSE.
I love myself, I hate myself, I hate my boyfriend, my girlfriend, my friends... BUT I LOVE THEM! I love when you hurt me, I love when you call me names, when you say I'M NOTHING!!!!
I love to be nothing comparing to you, I love when I feel I'm NOTHING beside you BUT... I hate it... I fuckin' hate it, I fuckin' hate you, I fuckin' hate humanity, I fuckin' hate the world, life, nature...NO I DON'T! I REALLY REALLY DON
Efemeridade IIÁ janela do meu quarto andar
Vi na rua um idoso passar.
A vida é efémera
E o sonho é fugaz
Como a vida é efémera.
Desviei o olhar por um segundo,
Logo a seguir voltei a olhar.
O idoso já não lá estava.
Descontente deste meu observar
Vejo pela janela a vida passar.
Súbita uma nostalgia!
Sinto falta do calor
Que o amor me oferecia.
Sinto falta de todas as risadas,
Amizades com a vida levadas.
Sinto falta da infância,
Idade em que sonhava com abundância.
Sinto falta do colo,
Colo de mãe!
Aquela cuja dor que eu sinto
Ela sente também.
Nisto surge uma epifania.
Oh! Que triste alegria!
Onde tudo é efemeridade...
Sound in my Soul
My heart begins to beat
To the silent,slow and sweet
Sound in my soul.
I began to lose control
Of everything I know
I felt as pure as snow.
Out of everything I had
This feeling made me glad.
How could I have survived so long
Without this beautiful song?
Im starting to believe
That this feeling will never leave.
I begin to sing aloud
Im on the brink,
About to overflow
Lets get this going
And start the show.
mushroom cloud "an explosion", she said
I turned to ask her what she was talking about when I
caught sight of the tv screen, and for the tiniest of moments I caught
myself thinking that there's something beautiful about that much energy and
so much destruction; energy - would it wipe me off my feet? maybe melt the skin
right off of my bones? heat, death and poison, I don't believe there's much you or I
would be able to feel dying in those flames, and I should probably be ashamed that I
I feel I am being held captive,
Like a beautiful bird in a small iron cage.
I feel a red hot anger within me,
Like a crazy bull in a blind rage.
I feel I am in constant, spinning turmoil,
Like a delicate butterfly in a swirling tornado.
I feel as though I am lost in limbo,
Like a condemned angel without a halo.
Then it passes,
And a tinkling sound fills the room,
Kind of like good friends toasting,
Gently banging each others' glasses.
I am the One_AC Poems
I am the one who seeks Knowledge,
Hidden within these ancient relics,
Treasures of uncontrollable Power.
I am the one who seeks Leadership,
Guide the truehearted warriors,
To Fight off the evil within our World.
I am the Mentor.
I am the one who seeks Vengeance,
For the deaths of my family,
And the Lives of the Innocent.
I am the one who seeks for the Truth,
To know my enemy's plans,
In order to Stop their sinful Conspiracy.
I am the Messenger.
I am the one who seeks for Justice,
Fighting for what is right,
To gain Victory from my foe's defeat.
I am the one who seeks for Freedom,
Encounter endless battles,
To bring Peace for all people of the Nation.
I am the Warrior.
I am the one who seeks for Guidance,
To uncover the past,
From my Ancestors before me.
I am the one who seeks for Courage,
Fight through the struggles,
In order to Save the Future from Disaster.
I am the Chosen One.
CompleteI treasure books; you never study.
I hate much noise; you love to party.
I stop to think; you're quick to act,
And never ponder or regret.
I play it safe, you live to gamble.
With risk and luck your days are tangled.
I'm down-to-earth; you float on dreams,
Dismissing life's "prosaic" scenes.
I'm serious; you thrive on humor:
What I call failure, you call "bloomer."
We're opposites, like tart and sweet.
That's why, with you, I am complete.
It Didn't Reach The Ground...
It doesn't even reach the ground...
The snow just slowly falls around.
It was beautiful, I had to admit,
But it just didn't seem to fit.
The way it fell down in the south;
It didn't even reach my mouth.
It then melted into rain
And I was sad; Left in pain.
A silly thing to be sad about,
But I have never seen the snow throughout.
The first time my eyes set sight
On the rain and snow falling in the night.
Disappointment ran through my veins
And I was just left to hate the rains.
For they expertly wash away everything.
The snow; Something I have never seen.
I despise it when it betrays me so,
For it's melting what I don't want to go.
Now, It's stopped snowing and I go forth,
Yearning to go on straight to the North.
Somewhere where there's everything
And only to the rain, I don't have to cling.
I do love them, Ihonestly do
However I'm longing for something entirely new.
CaminhoNão vou por aí
Por aí o caminho é fácil
Não tem espinhos
Não tem monstros
Não tem grutas e cavernas
Não me digas para ir por aí
Já disse que não vou.
Não gosto de campos descobertos
Verdes felizes claros
Quero enfrentar o desconhecido
Atravessar campos de espinhos
Voltar a erguer-me.
Quero lutar contra monstros
Ganhar ou perder
A vida é assim.
Não vou por aí
Não insistas, não vou.
Não gosto do fácil
Anseio o difícil.
Vida que é vida
Vai por aí.
Eu não vou
Encontramo-nos no fim.
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