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The City of TomorrowMany years have passed since the blast
Nothing's the same, everyone's insane
With all that technology, there's no more logic
I hope I can find my way
I just can't run away.
With blood on my fists, I keep fighting
I can't stand all these people lying
This city was once a peaceful place,
But look around! It's all a disgrace!
Smashing, bashing, crashing...
All I hear is the sound of bones breaking
Either mine or the punks', they keep screaming
This new drug is indeed revolutionary,
But it won't stop me from making them be buried!
There's got to be a way
To stop this whole madness
Evil shall not prevail upon my fists!
I'll crush them all untill it's over
And destroy everything to pieces!
In the darkest night,
Nothing's going to be in my sight
Only hope will be shining bright,
For everything to be right.
Ciclos de Um SaberUma ideia é idealizada
nos ideais de um idealizador.
Uma nota é anotada
nas anotações de um anotador.
Uma escrita é escrita
nas escrituras de um escritor.
Uma poesia é poetizada
nos poemas de um poeta.
Uma ideia é anotada
nas escrituras de um poeta.
Invigorating Quick RestWe all know how life's fast,
But talking about speed,
Certainly death's the best.
We just live to choose a creed.
On a dream, have you ever died?
Nobody has, you can't lie.
When dead, will we dream at least?
No, we'll for sure just rest in peace.
Like a normal deep sleep
When, time, you can't feel,
Without matter of what's real,
And no illusions of a soulless creep.
And before I realize,
Suddenly I'll be alive,
Watching all the ones that criticized
Waiting for their judgment in the final line.
Are You Alright?Give it a try
And then you're going to die
Follow your curiosity
And then it'll kill you
Taste all tastes of life
And then you're going to be dead.
It ain't no joke
Get out before there is no more hope
Don't be the first in death's line
Deal with the only reality
Take your soul as high as Heaven
And then you'll be back no longer upset
Your time hasn't come yet.
Disturbing Mental PrisonSome people are dead,
Watching the world in red,
The red of blood
Spilled from their mouths,
Falling to pieces,
Getting no way out.
Inside their own minds,
Blinded by their lives,
Stuck in a single melody,
A melody of silence,
A melody of agony,
A melody of desperation.
Only God might help,
Cleaning up their situations,
Giving life back,
Presenting the only salvation.
Some people are dead,
Not because they died,
But because they don't live.
Cegueira DirecionalÉ, a vida segue...
Para onde estamos indo?
A placa diz "Viver"
Com uma seta apontada para frente.
Devo seguir a vida para frente?
Mas que frente?
Qualquer lugar que olho pode ser a frente
Sigo então para qualquer lado?
Minha bússola não ajuda,
Há muitas direções para se viver
Como posso saber a direção certa?
Há mesmo uma direção certa?
"Viver" é longe daqui?
Ou é perto de "Morrer"?
"Morrer" não está tão distante,
Imprevisivelmente chego lá,
Mas até que chegue,
Qual o melhor caminho?
Peço a Deus que me guie.
Remaining FaithNowadays people are still naive
Some pretend not to be, indeed
To get what they want and need
In a world full of bad seeds.
If you're going to do it your way
Prepare for the game you'll play
Because there's no more time to pray
So just face what you're about to pay.
In the darkest night
Nothing's going to be in my sight
Only the hope will be shining bright
For everything to be right.
Poema SecoEm terras rachadas,
Onde homem não vive,
Uma gente se mudava,
Tentando ser livre
Em uma caminhada,
Que os assistisse.
Problemas eram normais,
Dificuldades não faltavam,
Pois em suas situações,
Estes se agravavam,
Só depois percebendo
Como se encontravam.
Miseráveis estes eram,
Sofrendo a conseqüência
Que a seca lhes trazia,
Mas não tinham ciência
De como viveriam,
Estando em decadência.
Fabiano, homem bruto,
Procurava seu sustento,
Ajudar a família,
O que era seu intento,
Vivendo como podia
Em um mundo cinzento.
Sofrida, mãe de dois filhos,
Sinhá Vitória era,
Ter uma vida melhor,
Ah! Como ela quisera...
Ou ao menos dormir melhor,
No momento não pudera.
Vinha do irracional,
Baleia, sim, a cadela
Esta era fundamental,
Tratada como gente,
A caçadora vital.
Os filhos se perguntavam,
Como se sucedia
O que lhes enternecera,
Não possuindo conceito
Certezas da VidaO tempo passa sem que percebamos...
Passam dias, meses e anos...
Nunca sabemos o que dessa vida esperar,
Nem mesmo o que nela podemos encontrar.
Sempre que penso no que devo ou não fazer,
Tento achar alguma maneira para entender
Tudo aquilo que antes não percebi,
Neste mundo vil em que sempre vivi.
A vida não é fácil e disso sabemos,
Situações difíceis nela teremos
E as enfrentaremos para nos mantermos de pé,
Confiando em Deus, que nos provê a fé.
Espero pelo dia em que eu possa dizer
Que em minha vida, feliz pude viver,
Mesmo que não consiga todos os meus sonhos realizar,
Morrerei feliz pelo que consegui aproveitar
E em paz minha alma enfim descansará.
I died todayIn a hospital so white,
my eyes and ears open wide.
I take in the smells, people,
the thoughts that gladly ring.
Their cries of pure joy and victory,
leave me surprised and petrified.
I'm not in history..
I died today,
my lungs can breathe.
I died today,
my heart only sings.
My skin is still warm,
eyes still blue and white.
My mouth moves,
smoothing stiff grooves.
My arms raise,
My legs do as I say.
Nothing is injured, bent
and even broken..
Yet I died today..
And I am still alive.
Tender TortureWhy do you torment me, fairest one?
Are you doing it just for fun?
Why must you taunt me with your presence
Being near me and acting in ignorance?
So thin I suffer from translucence
Made see-through with insignificance
As you pass me by my eyes happen to chance
On yours, as if at a dance
Were you looking at me with your lingering gaze?
Making me think of imaginary days
And wishing for hypothetical years
Holding you close as old age nears
How do other men feel when met by your eyes?
Do their hearts begin to tell lies?
How much hurt do I need to feel
To know your affections aren't real?
I know it's futile, you told me so
With a tender voice a while ago
Now wordlessly you torture my soul
Which wants to think you're my whole
The Labyrinth of Me (Complete)Restless in the stormy night.
Like candle flame unwaning light.
Bound to wander 'tween the worlds.
Waking dreams my mind unfurled.
Void of colour just shades of grey.
No-one here to guide my way.
Echoes of a man lost in a dream.
Porcelain statues unable to scream.
The labyrinth of me lies ahead.
Each step, each breath fills me with dread.
On every wall my portraits hang.
Each one painted with an honest hand.
The jesters and whores in the labyrinth taunt.
Defiling my hopes and reaping reward.
Those I left widowed fill me with scorn.
Can they not see that i am reborn?
My darkest deeds a book on a shelf.
Chapters of envy and ill gotten wealth.
Judges grinning while banging their gavels.
The pages before me the black book unravels.
Some pages are empty and others unclean.
Allowing you only to see the obscene.
Myself I am judge no lies to deceive.
Like a mirror reflecting my every misdeed.
The revelation of faces grinning before me.
They are all me both judge and jury.
A guilty verdict the
Leave your whole life
Your soul has been called
Break the chains
Holding you back
But you can’t tell
What tears you apart.
No one has to know
By this time
We will hide
From the world.
Screams your name
Don’t let them down
Show your face.
Louder and louder
You are deaf.
But it’s time
To prove yourself
They want blood.
He is coming
Let the rage grow
Inside your veins
And you will be
What they want.
Patience.First, it starts with a millisecond.
Then a second,
and after that a minute.
Fifty-nine minutes later, and it is an hour.
Twenty-three hours later it is a day,
and after a couple of weeks, it is a month.
Eleven months later it is a year,
and after a year, it is a century,
and after a century,
there is nothing.
So have patience.
"Trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit." ~Moliere
And Now I've Lost the StarsOh God, how did the sun turn into blood?
How did the lunar surface start to crack?
When all I did was lay my head to rest
As nightfall, soft, cascading in a flood
Bespoke my eyelids, conquered, muscles slack
Embraced in heavy slumber on its breast.
The night breeze took my breathings one by one
And carried them to frozen lands afar,
And crumbled all my dreamings into dust.
Oh God, I cannot move without the sun,
And now I've lost the stars.
An Era to Forgive
Out of the dark ages I come,
leaving the past behind.
Away from the pain, scars,
and my own demise.
Behind what I have put to rest,
a fire sparked from the ashes.
Hot and burning,
it claims what used to be mine....
I'm at peace with myself,
I've tasted my medicine.
Every day I live,
I learn to forget and forgive.
AnxietyTrembling, my heart goes weak
My body, and all muscles refuse to obey
For sanity, now I desperately seek
Someone, hold me and stay
Why does this person scare me so
Even though we haven't spoken in ages?
I'm scared, I'm scared, don't let me go
Talking to him makes my whole body quake
My fingers can barely hold a pencil
Or hold a simple fist
My knees vulnerable, please be still
The blood within racing
Life is slowly drifting from me
My nerves replaced with numbness
Fear replaces serenity
As I beg myself to stop making this mess
Of Empty Seas and Fated SkiesI.
She gave our golden days of summer
to Dionysian dreams,
chasing phantom shards of sunlight
as she fled the hand of Fate.
The sun was out and we were in
the Labyrinth in the kitchen,
searching small, dark cupboards
for the treasure she had hidden.
Swallowed up in all her sorrows,
swamped by soughing Acheron,
she drank the Lethean waters,
and forgot that we were there.
Bottled ichor, precious poison,
creeping shadow, black like ink;
in the Daedalean night,
we tipped it down the sink.
A wand’ring, cruel Odysseus,
he sailed in winter’s gales,
crashing like the heaving seas
and pounding us like waves.
Evolução InvolutivaOlho pela janela
E tudo que vejo é artificial.
Texturas, cores, luzes...
No início o mundo era natural...
Tudo de bom estava ao alcance...
Mas nunca foi suficiente.
A busca por facilidades
Desencadeou ainda maiores dificuldades...
Como evoluir, se tudo que criamos
Nos torna dependentes?
O simples ganhou novos conceitos...
Passou de menos para mais...
Trouxe guerras pela paz...
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