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I'm SorryYour tears that fell from in your heart,
they show your heart was torn apart
and though I know it's fault was mine,
I beg of you, forgive in time.
For though I hoped to share my tears,
I've only gone and shared my fears.
Fears that life will drift away,
the thread is cut one fateful day,
that one day I'll loose those so dear.
A haunting thought, my greatest fear.
Your home in waitAway to war, they've sent your flight
To afghan hills you're sent to fight
While back we stayed with tasks our own,
We're forced to leave you all alone
Alone in space, but not in mind
We're here with you, our thoughts entwined
And here we'll stay untill you're done,
Till that day comes, the day you've won
So check your six and don't be late,
for we'll be here, your home in wait.
Fly, Fight, and WinFor those who live
for those who die
to show the world that I could fly
Those 8 long weeks
I fought and screamed
Each long day, a week it seemed
But now it's done
the days have passed
the running, cleaning, getting gassed
I've paid my dues
and done my time
to fight for this country of mine
so now it starts
and I begin
to finally fly, fight, and win
Friendship's MightA power found within the self
will always rise to fall
But power found within your friends
will rise above them all
For what you died...We all will die, our time will come,
that day we fade from under the sun.
But after all you shouldn't care
about your death, the how or where.
For in the end you show your pride
through why you fought, for what you died.
Mother's dayThis morning, this day, you are the star
Shining so bright and reaching so far
We come to thank you in this way
for all the things you do and say
To thank you for your loving smiles
your caring touch, those extra miles
We'll love you now and till worlds end
for we know you're our godsend
And though we fight from time to time
you're still my mother, mother of mine
DreamsWhat are these visions, these worlds unknown,
these countless scenes, the places we're shown.
Fields of laughter, trees of fun,
we run and play out in the sun.
Loved ones passed, we watch them die,
with shattered hearts we sob and cry.
From our lungs we curse and scream,
hating the world for what we've seen.
We shiver, clutch our hearts and shake,
Hoping, wishing, praying we'd wake
They make us smile, they make us weep,
the things remembered once we sleep.
They make us scream, they make us shake,
those things forgotten whence we wake.
And though they're not quite what they seem,
they feels so real, the worlds we dream.
Love and Tolerate - RevisedAll you haters, once called friends,
with whom we once laughed and had fun.
We'll love you for who you once were,
and tolerate who you've become.
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
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
the fall of the last monarchy (reworked)butterfly promise
weighs the feather wind, no less
than the plight he is.
Forgive MeThey found my lover on the side of the road
With twisted limbs and blood running cold
A car lead askew, burst into flames
Her limp silhouette is all that remains
Memories flash of hours before
Of me shouting, cursing and slamming the door
Of a heated argument leading into a fight
The sound of her engine speeding into the night
I collapsed to my knees in the grass at her side
Where blood painted the scene of her violent goodbye
Her final moments spent in misery’s embrace
Black mascara running down her face
If only I hadn't been so fucking pissed
To let such harsh words escape from my lips
I grasped her hand, pressed it to my cheek
Hoping to feel her soothing heartbeat
But she had already left me behind
To puruse the heaven on earth she couldn’t find
Through pain and remorse, my tears quietly flowed
They found my lover on the side of the road
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
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 ‘stalker’
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
This I Who I
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.
Derpy's HeartWhether Derpy Hooves or Ditzy Doo,
every step brings something new
You bubbly mare of the pegasi,
how we love to see you fly
Flying, flying ever so high,
letting your wing tips graze the sky
And from the ground, we watch you soar,
yearning to join you, evermore
But from the kindness, of your heart,
from the sky, you then part
And as your hooves then touch the ground,
our hearts, again, feel safe and sound
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.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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