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YouthI used to jump fences
run from cops
"vandalize" curbs with wax and paint
I used to have no excuses to not do something fun
I used to be wild, enough
a potential juvenile delinquent
I found out saying "Fuck you" was more liberating than adults had told me
I discovered how to crash
turn the pissed off energy into a focused stream
Never have I pushed as hard at anything until after I have wrecked
I miss the blood, it was a friend
I miss the new battle wounds marking my body
Flipping a skateboard into my knee
sliding across cement
hitting a tree on my bike
a pellet gun war
All the things I'm too afraid to do now
Adults hate blood
All the pissed off "Fuck you's" trapped inside me that need to escape
the lust for everything and nothing at the same time
I need to fill the void
I need to sit under the artificial stars of a parking lot sharing stories over convenience store sodas
Wasted PerceptionI wonder what will be left of my shell.
The outer coating of my resistance to show solidarity against the corporate world which surrounds me.
A complex distortion of self, part homogenized to love the products and brands of originality yet fully aware of a deep seeded disgust based within my soul that refuses the imagery they sell.
My mind is not my own but a series of ads telling me what to believe.
Buy this and you will be thin.
Buy these to really be loved.
Accept our constructed reality to stay content amid the disease of a failing system.
Watch our choose-your-own-reality to award a shell replicate of yourself both fame and fortune.
Pay no attention to the truth out the window, but feed yourself from the tit of corporate truth and reality.
Nature is the mistress of lies, seal yourself away and love the new family we provide you on Friday night.
Laugh at our blatantly fool hearted attempts to pull in the masses.
Be our lovers, you are no longer the lone savage staring blankly into
Life?This shallow pointless journey
is procreation the sole reason we are here?
To continue a path of darkness
the bleak future our only goal.
Help ourselves to the world around us
consume it before you are consumed.
Doomsday tales and shortened years
a day once long now a season in the blink of a eye.
Why if we only listened to the elders tell it
a lifetime passed feels like only weeks.
Is the constant pressure of servitude all for naught?
Break time for Ken He had the current hit by Ke$ha running through his head on repeat. Or maybe it was Britney Spears. Honestly it made no difference as he thought them all to be basically the same, a talent less drone of a girl with slightly better than average looks and some tits. Frankly just the fact the song was stuck there was the most frustrating part as he was trying to relax during his 15 minute break. Had he paid any attention to the small print at the bottom of the fifty television displays he would have been able to pinpoint exactly which of the "hack" performers had invaded his private time. Instead of taking a second to look behind him from the electronics counter he had been gawking at the phone rep, who deserved to be a mega-popstar in his mind if she could only sing a little or had a penchant to show more cleavage. He didn't really know much about her singing but clearly he couldn't raise his eyes to hers as she leaned on her counter.
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers-
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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