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Innocence KillersIt was five am in the morning,
I didnt know what was going,
I heard a child's scream,
And a noisy point in the misty steam,
A murderer attacked the neighbor's home,
They were a child and his mother all alone,
The bullet fire I heard in noise,
A child's scream was silent in the void.
I ran all the way from my house to theirs,
There was weeping, there was blood,
Shattered glass and a body on the ground,
A killer got away with murder,
Took the woman's money and baby's mother,
All in a sight of a bullet;
I didnt caught the blood scene,
I dialled Help, fast it would have been,
The mother was dying, the blood was going,
The child is at his mother's feet,
Pouring tears from his innocent eyes,
Sirens in the air were out the door,
But for a baby the time was so poor,
The lady died, and the baby cried,
For a murder done so pure;
The child felt in his mother's dead eyes,
The kiss he wanted his mother to pass by,
Why did anger mad that man?
For this reason, to eternity he was damned,
When the night comes,
The band beats the drums,
The vocals sound is so high,
The light finish when touches the sky,
The stage is burning, fire is on,
The fists of the crowd want more,
Screaming, singing, what's the difference,
The crowd is hallowed, full of joy,
The band reached the paramour,
Electrified, basified, the déjà vu,
The dizzy minds, chisel the wiezel,
Mr. Please, Wake the devil,
By the vocals sound and noisy drums,
Kill the reign of dumbs and lousy numbs,
Call the new reign of Music.
Bloody RazorI left my hand choose the way
to a razor my hand was muddled away
it caught a razor between its fingers
in my skin began to tray
I felt the pain of loss, lies, hate and betrayal
I felt the pain in my blood,
The red was squenting on my skin
the flesh in colors was cut,
Drops of red were dropping hard,
my sight faint, my body fell in the mud,
What a sinner I am, punished with my own shaving head,
The razor cuts, the razor kills, my razor shaves my head,
I called for a suicide, but blood was my own sin,
to kill myself, to punish my soul away of my skin,
this was hard, the time was slow,
In my hollow, enjoyed the show ..
Of my bloody Razor.
Reader of Your BookWhen I pass by the window
I see the light is going in,
It feels the morning is shining out,
but how can a prisoner feels it,
It's hard to say that freedom is gone,
your mind always can fly, breaks the lock,
Got your brain in an open book,
Freezes your body but your soul will always live,
You wanna take but someday..you will have to give,
And then you will learn how to save others,
How to make yourself bothered,
How to gather, bind, not broken or shattered,
Try to Live in your stories And live your own events,
celebrate your ceremonies, and know your own egoes,
Try to see, through a reader's eye,
And then you will know the reason of your sigh.
The warm hug in hard times,
Pull the pain out my roots,
Motherhood is not a crime,
Motherhood is sacred Code,
between Mother and Child,
Can't be taken away,
Can't be hidden,
Showed as nature gave it this property,
Of appearing, In a hug or a kiss,
Love, Tears, screams,
Dances, laughs and joy,
We will never understand what a mother feels,
But we will often remember this feeling we have..
towards our mothers..
The Green dotThe Green Dot *
A green dot was wandering one day,
Where is its spot ,where it can lay!,
It delayed its arrival,
And all the green is now gone,
The green dot is wandering searching,
Goofing the streets under rain and thunder,
It moves fast and slow, gradual run,
From the shore, to the bays,
When it was deceived by the beauty of trees,
What beauty can it see, but she wasnt comfee,
Because it wasnt that green,
What green it could be?
What green does it belong?
It dont know, but the search seemed to be long,
Oh! Lil green dot, lil green dot,
What is this mess all about?
The lil green dot missed its way,
And now it dun no where to stay,
Where are the other green, where is its stain?
Forever the search, Forever it will feel the pain,
To be away from the other green dots.
Used to Playin'I said why dun I write a lil song,
about the days we missed so long,
about the childish play,
about the way we used to fight
about the way we used to break things
about the age of six !
You & me ..My lil brother,
You & me ..we were somewhere together,
You & me ..Loved each other,
For the family We were descended through,
For The passionate mom who surved our needs,
And for the man who had tried to take care,
Whom we will have his life one day .. each
We might never swim together, or ..
Make a sand castle on beach,
We sit together in-tension of studying,
But it ends with messing,
On Video-games, and the case we never bleached
.. Already ?!
And the Video games, Like soccer for example,
I say I am better, I am not so humble,
He keeps on winning, but I stumble,
I say one more match, I win the pitch,
-not because I am better but because he is sick of me,
and yea.. we turn on something he loves, like a Royal Rumble game..-
Now, You're about the age of sixteen,
Quiet guy, Shy .. m
I am waiting for inspiration,
but it seems never to get in,
It is a matter of correlation,
Where the thoughts are in ..
As the blood is beaten by the heart,
The blood is in for my mind,
inspiration coming from the heart,
and to the mind within..
Reaching the conclusion,
To my hilarious illusion,
Through the observation,
And practicing solutions..
Everything is science,
Even the words you write,
The way you write,
And how you write,
The observation is in your eye-sight,
But you cant see,
Not because youre blind,
But you dont wanna believe..
The formulae of mathematics,
Are numbers and signs,
But the formulae of literature,
Are words and lines ..
Haunted WillI lie, I cheat, I am a human-being,
I steal, I kill, I am just a haunted will,
Filled with emotions, all leading to hell,
When things are up-there, and things down the hill,
I lost the trust of people because i always lie,
I didn't truely loved my wife that's why I cheat on her,
I was banished from home because I stole my parents things,
I looked all the way for shelter, money and food, that's why I killed
I never had the chance to give, I always wanted to take,
I have a look, for you maybe real but for me it is my fake,
My sins and my mistakes are my curse,
I am a sinner, Forgive me, please for my soul's sake ....
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