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Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.
Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught
Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.
Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.
Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts
Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.
It would seem then you are either one way or the other.
There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.
So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.
Because you can never know the person you one day might become.
A Confused Sense of PeaceFight-or-flight
Head held high
How I should-
which I would-
if I could-
I can't speak
rhymes with weak
Hit and miss,
The Color of Lost ThingsWhen you looked at me
With eyes the color of
I understood two words.
The first one,
The one truth you couldn't say
Because any lie would be
Sweeter on your tongue,
Appeared on a Thursday.
I wasn't okay that day.
I was so heavy.
But you were tired,
So I carried your load, too.
I knew that if I was
Just a little heavier,
I would shatter under the weight.
You would notice me again,
Like you used to.
Or maybe I would just
Into the background.
You gave it to me on Sunday.
You tried to keep it
In your lungs,
Behind ribcage prison bars,
But it slipped out from
Between clenched teeth
Disguised as an apology.
The second one
Crawled inside of me
I don't know when exactly,
Among the glass and bone,
We were no longer separate beings.
I just know that one minute we were
On opposite sides of the room,
And the next,
We stood side by side,
Picking our way through the rubble.
On Monday morning,
I wrote it on the soles of my feet
And along my cr
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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