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AD - Tasks: Rena's Office Cleaning"Hah, seems easy enough”. The mage smiled as he picked Rena’s task from the board.
He proceeded towards her office, it wasn’t far from the kitchen and cafeteria. As a matter
of fact, it was just opposite to it. At the other side of the corridor with the leader’s offices.
He knocked on her door twice before speaking “Rena, are you there? I’ve seen your request..”
The door swung open, revealing the tiny recluse known as Rena, her purple eyes gleamed hopefully.
“Ah, I take it you’d be so kind as to help me out, I’ve lost… erm… control of the situation and the
paper stacks just kept stacking up and up and up” She looked away in shame and started pointing at what’s important and what isn’t.
“These can go, these should stay, and thank you in advance”
at which point she quickly ran out the room retreating to her room where she wou
Stardust: Gone and ForgottenI am but a child of light, lost in nebulous skies.
where all elders float graciously
and cold stars are but a memory.
We implode, explode, ripple outwards…
Leaving nothing in our wake, except some stardust to remember us by.
Are we forsaken?
Victims of a cruel joke played out by fate…
I cannot tell nor fathom the depths of the human heart,
For we are complex beings under constant development.
I cannot hear nor feel the murmurs of your soul.
Do we even have one?
We are the cold starry night,
The faithful guide whom would both set and rise.
We are the flaming suns, lonely desolate stars.
Like tumbleweedsI’ve kissed her lips when there’s no one around,
Just drunken rambling drowned out by the piano sound.
The scent of fresh rain lingered as she undressed.
She told me how she yearned for a man between her thighs,
Her legs wrapped around my waist as she justifies,
The nights we tumbled like tumbleweeds in the wildest of Wests.
AD - Tasks: Dimicari's Memento
The sun was high in the sky and several small clouds pock marked the sky, the wind was slightly blowing and birds chirped away in the distance.
Standing outside the Compound was Samuel, armed with his Scrap sword, his blue eyes scanning the woodlands as he was about to set off.
Xarr,whom was sitting atop the Compound saw someone in the distance, and without a moment's hesitation he jumped down and made his way towards him.
"Pardon me, you must be Samuel, if I'm not mistaken, you wouldn't happen to venture in search of Dimicari's keepsake would you?"
Samuel who was seemingly unfazed by the air mage's' sudden appearance nodded, "Yes, that is my name, and yes I am to look for her precious token, what of it?" The human questioned the air mage beside him, his grip on his sword tightening.
Xarr noticed Samuel's change of grip and quickly Air dashed backwards, whilst keeping his composure.
"I've no intent
AD - Tasks: Blaze's Apple Pie“Apple pie for Delinea, what a lucky brat, I didn’t even know Blaze made apple pie.” Xarr pondered to himself.
On which he promptly removed the request letter from the task board and headed towards his room.
He secured a big brown leather satchel and his staff and started his journey to the
heart of the forest. He left the compound not long after sunrise and was sure to return
before sunset. He ran like the wind, one of the perks of being an Air Mage. And swiftly
arrived at the forest’s outskirts. It looked peaceful enough, unlike the black woods close
to the mountains where he came from. He could hear the birds, smell the flowers in bloom and
taste the sweetness of the air. He followed a narrow path that took him deep into the forest,
deep enough to discover the orchard, it wasn’t hard to miss it, after all the orchard was
widely known by everyone at the compound. He secured 6 big red juicy apples and one green one.
He placed them carefully in his leather
Master.My mind, my master.
My heart, a disaster.
Life's not going anywhere,
but it's definitely getting faster.
Denial (shadows the blackest parts of me)I am fearful to find the meaning
Of why I’ve become what I’ve become
Of what it means to be me
Still I peel off my skin
My eyes fill up with guilt
Of what I know I fear
I know what change is coming
As I tear away the layers
I surrender to the pain again
Whilst deconstructing my constructive self
My former repressed suppression
And as the memories come rushing in
I'm vulnerable and bare again
I see now why I hurt myself
Time and time again
I curse at a past I could not control
My ego laughs at me from afar
I am aware of my one true story
Wounded closure in my soul
I reach out towards the lucid lights
The ones I see outside
I now know myself enough to know
I am no longer a prisoner inside
Just a hugThe clouds blocking every star
as i look up into the sky.
Blue eyes glistening in the dark,
full of mystery and promise.
A whisper of something secret
under the early morning fog.
Alas, we say our goodbyes now.
You are not mine to keep, but his.
Everything i feel, and more,
pleading with me to kiss you now.
My arms around all that i want.
Holding you close, but yet, so far.
My love for you will endure this
promise that you will never know.
Made to myself, i cannot break.
You are not mine to have, but his.
Wishing for there to be no end
with all my heart and words unsaid.
Tomorrow forgotten for now
in these few seconds that we share.
As close as we can ever be,
time stops as we stand together.
In this moment you are not his,
You are mine to love and to hold.
There Are TimesThere are times when you must speak,
But you can't find the words.
There are times when you must love,
Though you can't find out how.
There are times when you must live,
Even though you can't do it now.
There are times you must listen,
Even if you can't hear a sound.
There are times when you must care,
Because life is a battleground.
Reverting BackFalling again from the cliffs of victory,
Reverting back to the old ways,
In such a fast pace
From our last place…
Why did it take so long for us
To realize our loneliness for good?
Maybe it is how we should
Live our lives.
No one expects a miracle to come true,
No one expects everyone to find me and you,
No one understands all that we've been through,
And no one believes in what we are going to do.
To feel for us there is no reason,
Or at least we do not know,
These winds are foreign,
Towards us they never blow.
To say goodbye to love we’re ready,
To enjoy our hearts beat slow and steady,
Away from pain, away from theft
And there are still so many colors left.
Vaya!Oh, dulzura, ¿realmente he estado equivocado?
Con aquella ruptura con mi lado más humano,
¿he errado? Mi alma estaba segura, mas,
¿a dónde me llevará mi interior desolado?
Quizás llamase y me fuese con poca fortuna,
poca es poco: mínima, a mala suerte condenado.
Quizás haya sido cruel, puede que de hambruna,
puede que obligase y puede que ahora sufra.
Pues, ¿qué soy ahora más que un cascarón?
Siento, mas solo siento a mi razón,
mi corazón está loco y yo, cuerdo. Aterrador.
Atiéndeme, demonios, ¿a qué me veo avocado yo?
¿Realmente he probado el estar a solas?
¿O he estado en ilusión? Alienado en mi rosas
sin saber qué sucede por mi ambición: loca.
Espero saber ahora dónde estoy en mi prisión.
UntitledI feel my lungs collapsing
I can't stop my head from spinning.
It hurts to breathe. I'm gasping.
I can't keep it down I find myself thinning.
I can't feel my hand.
It's numbing as I no longer feel my blood circulating.
I'm so dizzy, I can't stand.
"What's wrong with me?" I ask myself as I sit there waiting.
A room so cold on a bench too high.
My legs dangle from the stool with my hands on my thigh.
A tall man enters with too white of a coat.
Asks me questions and writes them as notes.
It's a mess.
I have no strength to get out of bed.
I have to focus to be able to breathe.
I feel pressure pounding on my head.
I'm scared. I don't understand what's happening to me.
Gravity.I've got a headache & the world around me is spinning.
I'm reaching for the stars but gravity is winning.
A lifeless place, but personality is shifting.
I'm alive most days dreaming & drifting.
Part of the group but only there for the hearing.
Got people out the back,
Stares pierce my thoughts;
make me insecure.
I keep trying to be myself but I'm anything but pure.
DevotionHow a vast solid rock, can turn into numerous little pebbles.
Pebbles, cast into the sea,and how ripple by ripple it transforms reality.
How life is a record studio,
and we a movie who's been set to motion a long time ago.
And how do you justify your devotion,
The willingness to go on, to go forward, untill death shouts "Cut"
An abrupt ending of this adventurous film.
Where every scene still needs to be filled in with
background speakers, flowers, and wall decoration.
And then when only our head is a sunken vessel,
filled with the useless things we came across.
And our hopes where already tossed.
Is it than that we realize, what we have lost?
Is it so, that you find the strenght to go on,
to rely fully on your own devotion, to keep the film rolling,
and the captured images in motion.
Are we not like a solid rock, who can turn into numerous little pebbles,
little pebbles who can make the vessles on the ocean rock?
And is it not so, that we posses the strenght, to bend, to imagine, to dr
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