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Stretched out on the couch
you start to purr
so soft and fluffy
is your fur
eyes so bright
a soft pale green
the coldest nose
I´ve ever seen.
The gait so gracious
full of stealth
a shiny coat
glowing with health.
for you an art
at catching mice
you are so smart.
you can be stubborn
who you´re going to rub on.
you can do real good
and at meal times,
well it´s understood
Only the best
for you we chose
you turn up your nose
but you know
how to bring us round
make us laugh
just fooling around.
We are here
to do your biddin`
we love you so
you´re our little kitten.
written by Suzanne Karbach September 2014
On reflectionOn looking back into your past
thinking how the time flew by,
you stop seeing the important things in life,
while struggling to survive.
Worrying about the future
and the mistakes made long ago,
disturb your peace of mind at present
you just can´t let it go.
Your errors are over and done with,
your past you´ve left behind.
The future ahead is a blank slate
so to yourself be kind
Stop worrying about what might not be
or dwell on your wrongs with regret
best to live in the here and the now
For it´s the key to real happiness.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
No more Glory DaysAppropriate behavior will make students soar quickly
Technology controls the student's minds, wasting valuable time
Treating your fellow classmates with respect
Inexperienced students fall behind, destroying their futures
Tick-tock, tick-tock, you are running out of time...
Under the clock's constant melody, it rings throughout your ears
Don't fall behind; time runs out from everyone
Everybody has those days...don't let the failure consume you!
SeptemberSuffering in this world of hate;
Emitting my sorrow through my fate;
Preparing my life for the treacherous fight;
Taming the fury through what I write;
Empowering the voice that’s always screaming,
Marking its words from what I’m dreaming.
Being weak from the torture of the past,
Engraving worded scars that’ll forever last.
Remembering why I keep surrendering
In this month of September,
Where I’ll keep weeping…
Dancing WavesCan I see fire as energy
When I look into the candle
A message from the atom's make
Such beauty I cannot handle
To touch enlightens from contact
But flesh plays paltry passage
So scorn is thrown by cosmic hands
With feelings of burning sage
So touch my gaze that tries to see
Why the tongue speaks to the air
Perhaps to endless waves unseen
That inferior I say is bare
Epiphany then takes me whole
That racks my waking hours
And wrapt as babe in natal womb
My struggle no longer matters
For I will always be upraised
Afloat this sea invisible
The energy I see as flame
So radiates across the sill
Onto my palms where ashy scars
To them I feel no pain
As I breathe in this field of life
Dancing cross my face
Can I see fire as energy
While all its children guide
My mind to its enormity
Encompass all inside
Still I falter in this thought
But forget the angst for now
Because this sea will sail me far
And always I upon the bow
ForetellersTruly there are unknown meadows
Fallen trees left bare and sallow
Distant hills shrunk smaller still
By fingers closed around one's eyes
Flying glass on insect forms
Singing winds as sunlight warms
With so many little creatures
Awakened by the brightened skies
Fellow mystic, stay with me
Let us rest awhile and see
The many dragonflies climb high
Shake dew drops off in crystal rain
Think through windows moving fast
The unknown places of the past
And erstwhile wait in patient mind
The watchers of the moving plain
Do our trails depicted match
As wandering the flecks that snatch
A tapestry thread from aquamarine
Flash to us for moment's fame
I suspect with little will
How wisest beings would be kept still
Intertwined to connate paths
That we foretellers cannot name
But blues are drowned in open sea
And shades of red outwardly bleed
So can my eyes be sharp enough
For future's secrets held beneath
We mysticists deemed capable
Merely inherit the empty stable
And fill each field with flying sh
I Won The FightYou have no power over me, I repeatedly said
As you first struck my face, then my head
I love you so much, you repeatedly said
But rather than let you go, I’ll first see you dead
I love you, you brutally beat out of me
Now convince the world that I am the man of your dreams
For too many years, twin ribbons of guilt and shame tied you to my heart
While sledgehammers of fear and pain tore my world apart
But like an artist, I airbrushed away each unflattering mark
For too many years, I tip-toed through life trying to gauge
Every word I said, every move I made,
Never knowing which would set off your rage
And as the world moved on without me
My one true desire was to be set free
But leaving was far more intimidating than you could ever be
Still, I had no other choice, you see
To save my own life, I’d have to escape
From this prison of torture that you created
So I dug deep and found strength in my soul
And from weakness, I became so very bold
I reclaimed the freedom that you sto
ConfidenceOnly by trying can we find out what is what is wrong and what is right.
Only by risking damn cold shower can we find our true forever lover.
Only by creating our own blend can we meet a lifelong friend.
Only by treating others with respect can we the same of them expect.
Time WanderersIt is that time of day where she must flee
From her cursed eternal hunter:Run!
He wishes to rid her curse and be free
And yet for years he never got it done
She plays all day throughout her adventures
Time-warp point is what she must find after
It's her destiny and curse, only hers
By mistake, he joined the ride forever
He succeeded in finding her one day
And she offered her life, open and true
But he could not kill his desired prey
For he felt pity and something else too
There was strong friendship and love- a connection
That echoes throughout their timeless affection
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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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