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Shades to colorsPrior to our introduction to one another, I was very different in some regards.
But every second I spent with you , the black and white glasses i had grown accustom to,
were taken off. To reveal a world of color, and wonderful things, I am still in awe that someone could or even would stop me in my world of a million shades of gray, and show me there is someone who cares, not just from expectations, but unconditionally, in every way. Every time my eyes look into yours, I am reminded of my utopia. A world so beautiful words fail. A blessing so great, there is only one thing i can do, smile and realize how lucky i am to have met you
A whole new kind of beautyA light summer rain, A restless brain, but even with that i can find peace.
There is a beauty surpassing nearly all the rest,
as i sit facing the west.
The clouds become lined with gold,
looking at them will never be old.
I will not move from the setting sun,
because i will not miss a moment, not even one.
As I sit weaving this rhyme,
the sun lingers on the horizon, for a bit more time.
It changes to a beautiful hue,
while taking one last look, a look at you.
Words of SubstanceI will never send you hollow words,
because frankly my dear that is for the birds.
Each of these from my own heart,
In their entirety, not just part.
They are all from me, through and through,
So that i may give them, all to you.
There is one thing i have wondered for a little while,
Do these poems bring you a smile?
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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