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Poetry...leaking from my mind
When will this day meet its demise,
Will I be ashamed, or will I have opened my eyes,
To the worlds twisted standards,
Lying behind the shadows of the sunrise afterwords
Can I be the one I've built myself upon
Or will I only settle for a life merely pawned
Questioning myself, my mind, in this state
An oblivious time bomb that invisible hands create.
Brought to me by clouded intuition
Of anothers realm ruled by their own condition
Filtered through the instability of my own matter
Seen through the lens of frozen emotion ..chaotic clatter
Putting myself through the ultimate test
Whether to follow the dying day settling for less
Or rather live on to embrace the breath of a new day
So I might grasp the beauty I wish to display
To walk in the path of freshly painted horizons
Searching and perhaps finding answers to my confusions
Buried beneath mountains found at the end
Of my self perceived half-rainbow whose colors all blend
A trail of bread crumbs left to bring myself back to me
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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