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The suspense is killing.Again, I am alone.
No surprise there to say the least.
Having a song on repeat while asking questions for answers from a children's toy.
Will it be "yes" or "no"?
Do I believe it as so?
We are in control of so little in existence. Nature, life and death, time and space,
all stand on sky scraper pedestals the meek human race can't even fathom. One minor
advancement in our sciences and we brag as if we're standing above gods. Humans
are simply arrogant, petty beings who only live because they're provided for.
But I digress.
Spontaneous rants won't do me or others any good.
And I am no different from my peers.
Seeking adventure, peace, as well as love.
Will I be happy sometime soon?
Is my happiness determined by me or something I must wait for?
This thirst for answers persists.
My curiosity leeching the sanity out of me.
A moment of clarity is always nice, wouldn't you agree?
Facing me.Sometimes when I am getting ready in the morning or just passing through my room, I stop and look at myself in the mirror I have.
And I just stare.
Focusing on the little details on my face, creases around my eyes and even the general shape of it.
All the while I do this my mind is empty.
I do my best to keep away thoughts.
And then I begin to question.
Are you me?
Is whom I've become what I truly want?
Outside this body I can easily demonstrate my talents and gifts.
Inside reside the many flaws and defects that occasionally break free.
They escape from a prison.
This cage, my body.
So will I triumph over my own darkness, or allow it to devour me?
You'll find out soon enough.
I won't spoil it for you.
-AWith another night spent awake I find a tugging on something inside me.
Familiar, the tug is. But what is it pulling on?
My first guess was my heart; however, the feelings that reside in there
are not stirring whatsoever. It could also be my mind, except that it is
quite calm there as well.
That leaves only my soul.
How odd that I had forgotten of something so important, so significant.
This soul of mine is being tampered with and I can not dispel the threat.
Or so I believe it to be one.
Upon further inspection...I find nothing.
Well, that's not entirely true. I found enlightenment.
By an unseen force my mind begins to flourish with thoughts and this heart of
mine demonstrates emotions by the likes I have never before experienced.
This simple act of "noticing" has taken my being to a whole new level.
And with that, I have these words to say:
In sacrifice of time and joy, contemplation next to re-evaluation have produced
the means of which I may guide a life by. The
Simple.Let's try this.
Nothing too fancy.
Why not make it.
It's another day for us. Waking up to sunlight peeking through the shades.
Take a seat, grab a pen, and open your book. See that blank page meant
for today. See the adjectives, nouns, verbs and punctuation that will fill it.
You could begin with the first thought that comes to mind or lean back in your
chair pondering over a paragraph or so.
How will it start? Will you continue from yesterday or in an unknown scene?
Will the plot develop gradually or does a startling and unpredictable event
hurl the protagonist straight into the fray?
Your pen commences its entrancing dance with elaborate movements as it makes
its way across the page. Scratching marks here and there, dragging the tip
to create both thick and thin lines.
It's not how you had initially wanted it, but you can always come back later
to alter a few words or sentences.
You take a moment to reflect on what brought you to this day. Those days that
were calm, strange,
Potential.Our days toggle between few modes. The nightfall and daylight
are filled with either peril, felicity, or solid tranquility.
It is ever fluctuating, constant for so long within one stage
before winds of change blow in your direction. Indiscriminate
of conditions present in all precious life, these phases can
amplify the effects produced by current plights or even
completely alter the tides of a circumstance. How ignorant
many are of this, poorly adjusting to the bending and twisting
situation for they see not the vigor they harbor inside. A raw
power, tempered through time, that will supply you with the
means of prevailing over the harm and sadness filled days.
An enigmatic gift for those cherished moments you'd wish not
to be ephemeral. And the energy required for preparation of
what is to come after the calm has past and there is peace
We all have that inside us, hidden away in the beginning, all
for our own benefit. Search for that power, gift, energy,
and I shall do the s
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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