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What is it about you
That entrances me so?
Engages my eyes,
So I can't let go?
I don't understand,
But I don't want to know.
To see you is amazing.
And thats the feeling
I don't want to let go.
SoulxMaka Maka's poem
In small room of Maka was too quiet... She have feel little depressed. Than, in one moment
she remember advice she gave to Crona when he was upset... To write poem.
Maka takes piece of paper from the desk and take hard breth. First thought in her head was
Soul... Than she get little pink blushes around her cheeks and start to write...
''Do you know that I couldn't breathe
I hardly think arrived gather
and then when I saw you
my heart might stop beathing
I wanted to immediately go
Your look could kill me
as if it was fate
all mine is yours then became
I'm not ashamed
you are my always belover
I couldn't say you then
that from the first moment my heart
belogst to you
I'm not ashamed
Let thundered thunder
let the rain through a cloud burst
for everybody to hear
that you are my love...
I remember our first meeting
always too short night for a huging
only you loved me tenderly
You don't know how much I was missing
Then I have my whole life spoke
silence rarely lasted
I said you
Fiolee: Evil Love 01En un gran salon de paredes color vino habia una mujer sentada en un sillon; Llevaba un vestido mangenta y el pelo castaño amarrado en un moño dl q salian sutilmente algunos rizos. Su piel algo bronceada era escondida x los polvos y maquillaje q usaba Su nombre era Camille y llevaba sentada unos minutos esperando a alguien y, x la expresion d su rostro, no le gustaba esperar. Sus ojos azules estaban posados en la puerta .En ese momento esta se abrio y entroo una joven d pelo largo rubio brillante y suelto q le llegaba hasta los muslos, llevaba un pantalon ajustado negro y una camiseta azul noche d tirantes con una chaqueta d cuero. Sus botines d tacon resonaban en marmol blanco.Camino gallardamente x el salon hasta qdar frente a la mujer
?: Ya estoy aqui madre
Camille: Fionna numero uno: No me hagas esperar tanto, odio los atrasos. Numero dos: Amarrate el pelo, te lo digo todo el tiempo.. Si viene tu padre...
Fionna: (ironica) Padre?
Silencio. Fionna suspiro y entorno los
If READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST!! IT WILL HELP YOU BETTER GRASP THE POEM!
I could slit my wrists on your shoulder blades
and offer you my pulse...
Because this feeling isn't true or false.
This feeling is If.
If I, if I could. If I could have said, have said something
I could've, would've, should've, said, "stay."
"Stay," was the word I was trying to say.
Stay that night at the party when you pulled me away
out on the sidewalk to talk to tell me you were going away.
I was trying to say, "stay."
But I was too busy contemplating the ifs.
But if that was my darkest hour
then these are my finest seconds
because now I can say that
I could've, would've, should've, said something,
could've, would've, should've said anything.
"I can scoop out my intestinal track,
fill it with helium gas and make a balloon animal for you."
If you asked me to.
"If you were tired of cute I would cook the Pillsbury Doughboy
alive". If the directions said three minutes I'd coo
Poem to Mandy, for bleedmanI watch as you lie awake
Awaiting for death at the door
You question my own desicion
Why do you yearn for more?
I've given you immortality
Nothing awaits you but hell
Why do you persist to annoy me
There is nothing more to tell
Years of torture and pain
Me at your constant beck and call
Turned out different than I had planned
I had never meant to fall
As you grew from girl to woman
My weakness began to show
I tried so hard to deny it
But one day, I just had to know
I came to your door
You asked if it was time
I nodded and just had to say
"Mandy, will you be mine?"
Surprise was your first reaction
Later you questioned my sanity
I answered with what was in my heart
That is, if I had any
Ten to one, and down in went
Time was running out
You gave no answer, till one was said
But finally you gave a shout
Bonds of morality cut
From the moment you said, I do
Since then, life has been splendid
I would be nothing without you
Junior and Minimandy
Our two kids so divine
A family so happy and c
Every drop of your love
brings amazing warmth to my world
and gives me something no one else can,
a reason to open my heart
and share all of life's wonderful moments.
You have this incredible universe inside of you,
with the gift of laughter, the miracle of honest friendship,
and the blessing of a caring soul. You are the rose of my love,
the sunshine in my day and the smile of my every thought.
I hold these glowing visions of your infinite tranquilities
closest to my heart, inseparable in everyway.
When I wake up I can't breathe without you and
I don't want to waste another second without
letting you know how much your love means to me.
You are the spirit of my hopes, the passion in my dreams,
and all of the familiar joys of my life.
When I look into your gentle eyes, I realize.
I've been loving you my whole life.
I Will Love You Forever
shadamy life of a rose storyamyOOO I hate it when they leave me behind*door opens looks at whats inside*hey look its shadow...I`ve really got to stop wineing evryones diong there best to help and so must I*jogs towards shadow*shadow we ned you please help us
shadow:*talks to he while looking out towards space*Is all acording to plan there is no reason for me tohelp them besides theres no way to save anyone
amy:there has to be!I know people fight over the most trivial things some people may be selfish like the proffeser said...but there basicly good If tey try there best and never give up on their wishes...they always have a reason to be hapy thats why you should help them out...saving them is a good thing!Shadow,i beg you please help them give them a chance
marias voice in shadows memory:shadow i beg of you.. do it for me...for a better future*shadow*MARIA*MARIA SPEAKS AGAIN*for all the people who live on that planet...give them a chance happy...let them live for thier dreams shadow I know you can do
"I Want You"I want to discover love with you,
I want to learn playing the piano with you,
I want to take silly photos with you,
I want to cry on your shoulder when watching a sad love story with you,
I want to have midnight feasts with you,
I want to cuddle up and sleep in bed with you,
I want to wake up and exchange morning smiles with you,
I want to stay up late and whisper secrets with you,
I want to hear and share bedtime stories with you,
I want to travel and explore the world with you,
I want to roll around in the sand with you,
I want to climb a mountain with you,
I want to play on a swing with you,
I want to go down a slide with you,
I want to swim at the beach with you,
I want to go paragliding with you,
I want to go bungie-jumping with you,
I want to be in two places at once with you,
I want to eat spaghetti like the Lady and the Tramp with you,
I want to make lame jokes with you,
I want to hold hands with you,
I want to go skinny-dipping with you,
I want to eat my wedding cake with you,
Blue DreamI discovered a man
who makes me feel incomparable
the same way Columbus discovered America:
he existed beforehand and was probably better off
without a directionally challenged sociopath,
no matter what those Thanksgiving crafts
peddle to Neoamerican children.
Regardless, his persistence
withstood my apathetic exterior,
and I like his music even if I don't say it,
"You're okay," translates to something meaningful,
"Pretty great," says exceptional, "I'm really senstive,"
adresses that he knows what he's doing
with his tongue, his lips, his cock,
and ten competent fingers,
but now I'm making excuses. I have a big nose,
countable ribs, narrow hips, an ass like a sheet of drywall,
a shipful of charisma, countless manipulations,
social ineptness, political anxiety,
and over a thousand pages
of writing, which,
for the record,
in case he doesn't get it:
that's a lot of emotional bullshit,
and about half of it is melodramatic, petty,
unsubstantiated stories about my life
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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