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Pick A Card"Pick a card, any card."
I had gone out for a little evening stroll and ended up lost in thought, eventually finding myself actually lost in an unfamiliar part of town. Now a strange, young girl, dressed all in black and white, was trying to persuade me to draw a card from a deck she'd seemed to have produced from thin air. She fanned the deck out under my nose.
I drew one reluctantly, seeing no other option. all I wanted were directions. The night was falling fast. I didn't have time for games.
"Now, memorize it."
I looked at the card. It was turned upside down so I flipped it over. The other side was the same as the first. There was no suit or number and I told the girl as much.
"Let me see it," she held out her hand.
I gave her the card. She took it and flipped it over once, twice, three times then rubbed it on her shirt, which was divided down the middle into black and white. As was her hair, jeans, even her sneakers. Her right side was dressed all in black, her left, white.
What Light Does Greet My EyesWhat light does greet my eyes at break of day
But watered light of winter morning sun
Ascend does he to wish the night away
The war with sister moon at last is done
And so he takes his rightful place on high
And waltzes, regal, proud, towards the west
In and out the clouds of bitter sky
He calls the little snow birds from their nest
But swiftly, swiftly does he dance along
And soon he greets the edge of this fair land
And now the snow birds sing their evening song
He sets again and now the night's at hand
But never does he set, this golden star
But breaks yonder day o're lands afar
Frostbreath silver in the grey of a breaking dawn
frozen, silently you wait
for your molten heart to thaw your frozen skin
for life to return
dropping from broken, grey eyes
frozen, they fall
quiet, onto frost bitten ground
The Clock That Can't Keep TimeI listen to quiet
In the dead of the night
Alone with my thoughts
And a lamp that won't light
The only sound breaking
Is the tick of the clock
That can't keep time.
I think of the future
I think of the past
I think of a present
I know never lasts
With face set in stone
Heart strings so fine
They pulse to a beat
That can't keep time.
The ages keep marching
Unyielding they go
When ours are to stop
Is not ours to know
Encoded in starlight
So continues the clock
That can't keep time
A Sea Over MountainsWhat must it be
A billion years
To watch as stars
Are born from clouds of dust
And see their light flood the black
To watch as planets
Are formed from rings of debris
Caught in an endless cosmic dance
Around the stars
To see the planets destroyed
And destroyed again
Always to reform
Like a pheonix from the ashes
To stand on the floor of a future ocean
To stroll the vallies
And ascend the hills
And remain after the waters come
To stare up through the currents
To the birds circling overhead
Up through the waves
Of a sea over mountains
DuskThe sky is burning
Blue stained with silken flame
Clouds floating above all
Threaded with gold
A ball of bright fire
cris-crossed with black wire
Strung between black houses
On a black street
And black birds
Are landing in black trees
Rustling black leaves
Clutching black branches
with black feet
And the white moon is rising
Over a world of grey
As the fire is sinking
Oh how silent does it rise
The sun is so pretty when it dies
Sitting on summer's carpet
As the sun slips
Dying for another day
Under the horizon
She is released
Her kingdom for the moon
Sitting on summer's carpet
The sun slipping
Under the velvet ocean
She'd take me with her
Untitled 2Around the world
The children stand
With smiling faces
Hand in hand
They spred peace
A warm hug
A gentle Kiss
In places near
And very far
A moonbeam glow
A shooting star
A trickling stream
With smiling hopes
And hopefull dreams
Nights of SolitudeNights of Solitude
the darkness closes 'round me
as i sit in silent, dreary solitude
the ebony tells of secrets
of lives long passed
that matter now to no one but myself
and it wraps me in a cold blanket of obsidian
i find comfort in its touch
and peace in its serenity
and i sit in solitude
and wonder how i got here
and why i'm happy here
in the blackness
and it envelopes me in its sweet embrace
and i give in to the black
and let this weary soul just fade away
I can tHow can I begin this life anew?
Even though I know you would want me too.
I just don´t know the place I should start,
how do I repair my broken heart?
Searching for direction
which way do I go?
A year almost over but
I have nothing to show.
I´m just treading water,
I´m getting nowhere.
still on the spot
where you left me last year.
I will love you forever,
it´s only you that I want
I should move on I know
but I just can´t.
By Suzanne karbach Sept 2014
the fall of the last monarchy (reworked)butterfly promise
weighs the feather wind, no less
than the plight he is.
Forgive MeThey found my lover on the side of the road
With twisted limbs and blood running cold
A car lead askew, burst into flames
Her limp silhouette is all that remains
Memories flash of hours before
Of me shouting, cursing and slamming the door
Of a heated argument leading into a fight
The sound of her engine speeding into the night
I collapsed to my knees in the grass at her side
Where blood painted the scene of her violent goodbye
Her final moments spent in misery’s embrace
Black mascara running down her face
If only I hadn't been so fucking pissed
To let such harsh words escape from my lips
I grasped her hand, pressed it to my cheek
Hoping to feel her soothing heartbeat
But she had already left me behind
To puruse the heaven on earth she couldn’t find
Through pain and remorse, my tears quietly flowed
They found my lover on the side of the road
Your smileOn seeking solace in your smile,
it soothed my troubled heart,
soon hoped that you would stay around
and this would be the start
of something good that happens when
a happy face beguiles,
a love so true
just me and you
all started with your smile.
Now I sit and just remember and
ponder for a while,
on laughing eyes so blue,
on our love so true
and how you made me smile.
by Suzanne Karbach Sept 2014
A Garden Full of Butterflies.When youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies,
and daisies waiting to be chains
in meadows where it never rained.
When lambs jumped joyous every spring
and I heard every bluebird sing
and all the adults told the truth
in the dream that was my youth.
When Santa granted every wish.
When my pond was filled with golden fish
and a cow leapt high to reach the moon
and Grampa sung a funny tune.
When paper dolls danced in a line
and sugared bread to eat was fine,
and adults never gave me rules
least not before I went to school!
When time was just an honoured guest
he flitted in – but took a rest.
Moving not, he watched me grow
in Happy-Ever-After glow.
All of this, it was my Truth
in lengthened days, where dwelt my youth –
when youth was sun and cloudless skies
and a garden full of butterflies...
Little Darlin'Little darlin' with the precious heart,
rest here a little while longer with me
let me run my fingers in your long hair
I'm so glad that together we are free
you gave me a connection to share.
I had once thought you would leave
forever gone and I would be unforgiven
you said that I simply didn't believe
but you had never stopped being driven.
Feeling your skin now as it is bare
I can see the scars I have left on you
yet they're worn with pride and without scare
you loved me more than I ever knew.
Lay here with me, let me soak you in
into your warm, sweet scent I burrow
run your fingertips along my chin
wipe away my brow's furrow.
Yes, just as you've always done for me
through agonizing heartbreak and pain
even after you left me at that tree
after that, we both stood in sorrow rain.
I had been so foolish, so selfish before
I feared you would never take me again
but I ran hopeful and scared to your door
and it was a lack of love you couldn't feign.
A smile and kiss bound us together
Basic BehaviorI used to love you
With furious madness
But your desires
Blew me over.
The greed divides
Oceans and hearts
Living in anger.
You leave us
To reach the stars
With useless lungs
Full of holes
Our “perfect” world.
I need you
Right here with me
But you forgot
This lost soul.
Now I won
The wrong mind
I wrote your name
And it’s impossible
Notice me...I remember..
Those cold nights of isolation..
Those nights worrying about being hit or not....
Waking up in a nightmare..
Trusting no man.
I am stronger,
and I am older.
I am no longer under your roof,
I am no longer under your control.
I have no more bruises from your fists,
from your belt,
from your shoes.
I AM stronger.
I am living..
waking up in cold sweats..
worrying that you are near me..
scared that I would wake up with you near me...
terrified of being hit again..
and hoping to be noticed by you..
I am not that into football.
I tend to write about my feelings,
than say them.
I am not your spawn.
Only GlassShe collects glass bottles
In rows upon her shelf
Keeps them always closed up tight
And seals away herself
She fills them up with sadness
And she fills them up with tears
With blood and ghosts and memories
With thoughts and dreams and fears
Her most precious bottle
With which she'll never part
She keeps it the darkest corner
And it contains her heart
The glass is stained with grief and shame
It's chipped and smeared with dust
Edges worn with too many years
Of anger and distrust
It's known its share of heartache
It's felt the steely rain
It's had its share of lovin'
It rode those waves of pain
She can't say where it started
But the collection's growing fast
And she fears that she'll come home someday
And find it's only glass
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