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LifeWalking down this stray path, no one seemed to follow.
I asked myself, "Can I change?"
The cold wind blew as I struggled for an aswer.
But I already knew what it was.
Never being satisfied, wanting to become more.
Is there a limit to our greed?
Never having time to appreciate the good things.
Pursuing the future, no time to look back!
Hey,to all my friends, the few that have been there.
"What do you think of me?" Is the question to you.
I wanted to know the answers, but the truth was...
I was afraid.
Dash out to the world, holding that charm tightly.
The whole world may be against you, but fight on!
What's stopping you, the world is yours to take on.
Show them all what you can do!
Because at the end of the road, what awaits you is a mystery.
Life is like that, a game of risks, a game of give and take.
What is it that you wouldn't want to risk?
What is it that you want the most?
What is it that you would like to give?
I've been asking myself that for all this while...
I think I know whe
On a lonely night.As I walk down this walkway of shattered hopes the raindrops slowly drowning me.
I think to myself, "Life isn't that bad." Even though it sounds like a lie.
Sometimes everything just doesn't link up but I move on anyways.
Wondering to myself "Is this luck? Or has God decided to play with me?"
Slowly the rain flows down my face as I join in. Basking in sorrow.
And as I look up to the sky. My thoughts getting louder.
"Is life really worth living? Please show me."
This cloudy, violet sky...A perfect time to think,isn't it? Troubled by daily thoughts. I can't escape from them. Could someone just take me away? Into a world far without troubles.
As if that exists. Can anyone bring me there? To that haven I so long of.
As I walk under this violet sky...My mind represented by the clouds in the air.
Thinking about the times spent happy. I'd love those times back.
Why does our life have to be filled with tears and sorrows?
I wish we can go back to the old times.
As the bright s
I love you.There are many ways to show affection for your loved one.Holding hands, hugging, kissing, saying "I love you", protecting, defending, supporting, caring.
There really are many ways to show affection, some show it in a more subtle way, some in a extravagant way. But will our act of affection be received?
Will she know that I love her as much as I say I do? Or are these acts of affection just a daily thing? Have we gotten used to this acts of affection?
Are they as important as they were in the past? But does it matter? She may not receive the full amount of it...but will holding hands help the message?
Does "I love you" have as much meaning as it did? Is hugging just another act of friendliness?
Sometimes we end up hurting the one we were trying to protect. Sometimes our ways of showing affection ends up the wrong way. Sometimes we try too hard.
Sometimes we're too protective. Sometimes we're being unreasonable. Sometimes we defend even if it's the wrong thing to do. Sometimes...a hug c
For ShivvySweet and charming, energetic and kind, fun and caring, loving and beautiful.
Her presense, that of an Angel. Her voice, a guiding light.
In everything she does she would try her best. Never giving up and hardworking.
Virtue above all else, supportive to the end. Understanding and forgiving.
Vivid and outstanding, she is exceptional in every way.
Youthful for eternity, Neither her grace or her charm will ever fade.
RainIs god crying again? The tears fall down on us... like a rain of sadness, that's what it is, right? Sadness...
How beautiful this is... as the thousands of drops of tears fall on my face, drenching me, drowning me.
Should I add to the tears as well? I'm sure no one would notice... As they drip on my face, roll down my cheek...
Down to my chin... and onto the floor. Isn't this wonderful? This natural miracle that we received.
How nostalgic... like the many nights I've spent looking out the window to see the world crying. I'd think about everything...
Wash it all away... that's what I want... I'll wash it all away with my own rain. Would this moment be best spent alone? Or with a "someone"?
How big the world is, isn't it? And yet the rain wets it all... How lonely... Or not? Stand in the rain... You'll understand...
Close your eyes and stand in the rain... But make sure you don't get carried away. Let everything slide off your face, like the tears would.
What next, you ask? A ray of ligh
MirrorsWhat do you see, when you look in the mirror? Yourself, or a reflection of yourself. Embrace the image you see for it's what you want to see.
What do others think of you? When you reflect in their eyes...Would it be what you expect? Or just one of the many reflections of yourself.
Mirrors...It's a tool for self-assurance I'd say. We all spend some time looking at ourselves in the mirror...only because it's the only way we can.
With a mirror we can shape ourselves...all for the benefit of the illusion we want. So why do we do it? We fall prey to this reflection of ourself...
Break this mirror that holds us back, it doesn't matter how the world views you...being yourself is the utmost important...so I say
But I know that that's impossible...even for me, we're fragile...one comment is all it takes, it can make the difference...
The appearance in which we put up for ourself and the world to see...it is something that everyone has...we care too much about it.
Break this mirror that holds us
ConfusedRight is wrong
And wrong is right
Pain is pleasure
And pleasure is pain
It's an upside down world
In my messed up mind
To liveThought process;
To live vicariously through another
until we see the illusion within illusions
which reality do we set our foundation in
until we decide to move into another realm
its all real in the minds eye
there are no real hidden truths
just complacency within our own tolerances
What dictates drive under such circumstances?
The psychology of multiple selfs
pieces hidden from one another until the right moment
we mourn for ghosts
because beauty can't exist without loss
the clock ticks and we're quick to cast morality into different shades
to predict our mortality
based on experience
based on fact
based on a drive to understand
but moreover- to live
AntecedenceWhen something is amiss, no matter how bad.. judge the cause of the problem, rather than
the consequence of it
It's easier to frown upon the one who is overwhelmed.. reacting.. and heard. It should be
understood why. Like fire, pain and it's consequence.. doesnt start on it's own
Reticent (minor trigger warnings)Do not speak to me of hate until you have carved the word into your own skin. You know nothing of self-loathing until you court a razor's edge to feel alive. And you have not truly felt pain until you wish that you had died.
The broken suffer behind walls as strong and cold as steel. They do so not to entice themselves into feeling protected, but rather, to keep out the bigotry, discrimination, and hateful stigmas hurled at their feet. Shame and solitude are too commonly experienced by those that most need compassion and understanding.
So do not speak to me of loneliness unless you have been cast out for revealing what you truly are. Do not dare to judge the broken and rejected unless you have been shattered by those you once thought cared. Do not leer and make light of the scars etched into my skin. Never do any of these until you truly know where I have been.
I will never say anything. Because you will Never feel or understand the way I do. If I had a penny for every time that I have
saying ... 5?"even the strongest of us have a right to cry. for crying is not weakness. it is not giving up. I is not lowering your guard. tears help us to heal and show us that we are still human no matter what we have been through. it may take a while for tears to flow. it may take years for hurt to show. but if your heart still aches from old wounds or bleeds from a fresh break the dry well of your soul will begin to flood and tears will finally wash away the pain of the past. no matter how recent the injury. we must cry in order to heal. remember that even the strongest of us have our breaking points."
- Megumi Susanowo
More Than Anything ElseWho am I really? Where did all this come from—the 70 sextillion twinkling stars, dark empty space, the radiant sphere of the sun, the mysterious cold white geometry of the moon, our big mudball earth, we 7.3 billion human ants on it, the showers, the soakers, the storms, the rivers rolling to the one big deep green sea? You and me—hey, and that little gnat right there—where are we all going? Why are we born? Why must we die? What should we do while we’re here? Why does life seem so horribly unequal and unfair? Why do some suffer and die while others party and play golf? Why have I been healthy and happy for seventy-one years while innocent, loving children suffer deformity, disfigurement, neglect, molestation, torture, and death? Why are we heartless, cold, and cruel? Why do we taunt and torment the weak? Why do we kill? Why do we hate? Why is there eternal war? How can I help the helpless, the poor, the sick, the dying, the dead? How should I feel in the knowle
What Is Real?---Krishnamurti once asked the question of whether there can be action without thought. In reaction to this---thought inevitably came, producing action in the form of a series of further questions. What follows is a personal investigation into Krishnamurti's statement based on previous consideration regarding the concept that all is mind.
---"Action without thought". Does this mean that thought stops entirely? Or is it that action is not present in thought, meaning that it is no longer diluted by the distraction of self absorbed thought? If action is within thought does this mean that there is minimal awareness rather than total awareness? And if this is the reality (that universe is mind, existence being idea), would it mean that everything in our physical world has awareness? Inanimate objects included? Furthermore, if action with thought propelling it is an indication of an idea under development, does this mean that a still object is more evolved?
---What is the difference between
Writing Fan Fiction For BeginnersWriting Fan Fiction For Beginners
I’m not going to pretend that my way is the only way. What works for some people might not work for others. What I will talk about, however, are things that I wish someone had told me when I first started writing fan fiction.
Write about a fandom you love. I can’t stress this enough. It can be tempting - very tempting - to write for a big fandom because of the potential for more reviews, follows, and favourites. But fan fiction is often the very first time that people show their writing to others. That can be a very scary experience. It is a lot easier to write about something you love, so take some of the pressure off by focusing on a fandom you care about.
Don’t be afraid to post a story. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: every writer was once a novice. Don’t be ashamed if your writing isn’t as good as someone else’s. Instead, focus on your own writing and your own improve
Nightmare.Hey..I had a nightmare yesterday, wanna hear about it? Hmm...I'll tell you eitherways.
Don't laugh, or cry! It may seem a bit childish, but I don't care.
There was a light...a very faint light, signaling for me to follow, it seemed urgent...
I didn't know where I was, it was pitch black,except for the light...I was scared.
I followed the light, as we moved it seemed to grow brighter, slowly and slowly...I could see
my surroundings! What a weird colour it was, but the setting was of a park, with trees and everything.
I kept on following the light, and soon after...I saw something, I started crying, I didn't want it to happen...
...I saw you......fading away, slowly..out of my grasp.
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