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Scarlet“Did you hear about the new girl coming in?” Leonardo asked Artemi one morning in the office. He was wearing his gray striped sweater and his jeans that were just a little too tight, but Artemi didn’t mind.
“New girl?” Artemi asked, feeding papers through a shredder. Today was her “clean cubicle day”, mot more than likely, she’d give up in about fifteen minutes like always.
“Yeah,” Leonardo said, leaning up against her desk, “Her name is Scarlet. She’s supposed to be in here today.” He took a sip of coffee.
Scarlet… Artemi knew instantly by just her name that there was going to be trouble. “Where is she coming from?” Artemi asked.
“California, I think,” Leonardo replied, “Napa Valley.”
“Oh,” Artemi said, shredding more paper. Napa Valley… Scarlet… California… Yup. The stereotypes were already popping in her head. Right as Artemi began
Fight With MeI'll be damned if I don't fight for you
Stand by my side and I'll stand by yours too
With a sword in hand and a fire in my heart
I'll tear the demons until they're completely apart
Look into my eyes and see I am true
For you, my love, it's anything I'll do
Hold my hand tight and help me fight to the death
And when the battle is over, we can finally rest
HomeFeel the wind upon my face
The Texas air makes my heart race
The green of the trees and clean air
"I AM HOME!" I do declare.
Mother at the gate with a welcoming embrace
Losing my bearings in the time of haste
Been gone for so long, I miss the soil
I am welcomed back to my land like a royal
The sun is bright and high in the sky
My eyes redden as I begin to cry
Tears fall in such a happy way
Long awaited has been this day
Time is TickingMy life will not be my own in two week's time
I have pressed my thumb and my name has been signed
I have taken an oath in tears tonight
My only choice now is to do or die
Sign awayTo do or die is now my only choice
I have signed my name and lost my voice
One in a million now one of a million
If I fall to the ground my head will flatten
Sharing everyone elses face
Wearing the same clothes with great distaste
Standing at attention with my back up straight
Running for miles, from my mouth cadance will resignate
Traveling to far off places across the land
With a pistol on my hip and a rifle on my hip
Gone for years with no seeing those I love
I hope to God my father is smiling above
With this choice, I hope I have Krishna's grace
I hope I obtain the patience of Buddha and learn to embrace
I hope I have Karma on my weary side
Before my mind begins to completely slide
Losing sleep each and every night
Thinking about the internal conflict and fight
Am I doing what I feel is truly my path
Or will I suffer at the hands of my own government's wrath?
Drop Down, Give me TwentyDrop down, and give me twenty
Sit-ups, push-ups, many many
Running miles, shooting guns
Exercise until I have sore buns
Gas chamber bringing tears to my eyes
Waking up before the sunrise
Three minutes to shower, three more to eat
Learning combat so not to get beat
Book-work, book-work, study, study
Mind and body will become sturdy
Graduate with medals, badges, and more
This feeling of pride makes my spirit soar
A Poet's Secret (Gay Rights Poem - True Story)I love the feeling of the pen on the paper,
As I slide it to write out a tale.
Spilling my heart in the form of black ink;
In writing I never will fail.
I love the stories inside of my head,
So full of hope and peace.
Writing is marvelous, it is simply grand,
It lets all my emotions release.
One day I decided I will no longer hide,
I'll let all my fans know I'm gay.
So I did, I came out; I told the world!
But I regret the words I did say...
I was arrested, thrown in a jail;
Then I was put on death row.
One day I'm brought out, with two others like me,
And then guns all started to blow.
Two metal bullets were shot right at me,
Both of them went in my rear.
The officer said, "I shot this grand poet,
Simply for being a queer!"
I was once a grand poet, I was the best!
I was becoming famous quite fast!
But my dreams were cut short since I was gay,
And my wonderful life didn't last.
I love the feeling of the pen on the paper,
As I slide it to write out a tale.
Spilling my heart in the form o
Best Friend (the Laws of Physics)Holding hands pulled us out of the pit both
The laws of physics did not apply
We would revel in rain, you and I
My fuse was lit, you'd spew fire
Hell hath no burden you can't share with me
Twins from separate mothers are we.
DepressedI hate the pain.
I hate the crying.
I just want someone to love me.
I’m sick of trying.
The pain kills me.
I wish it would stop
My body is breaking down.
It feels like my heart is going to pop.
Just rip my heart out.
I don’t want it any more.
I’m running away from everyone.
I’m putting myself behind a locked door.
B.U.R.N.I.N.G O.N T.H.E I.N.S.I.D.EBlazed hearts
Unconscious for eternity
Rescuing in need
Never to be awaken
Night-shaded even in the shadows
On-going destructive misery
Numb on the inside
Tomorrow is bleak
Hollow and consumed
Insignificant compared to the world
Shadows injected, poisoning the victim
Death wishes granted
Even in death, we suffer
It all to hellI overspilled my intentions
they made a mess on the floor
in the tangle there was tissue from hearts
and we were bleeding in our chests
I expected the universe to put a lens
against the open window but nobody came
knocking. Looking back to the spectacle,
I was alone, hands full of crimson
Funny, I thought my suicide would
cause havoc to the floors
but doesn't matter, vigorously
I'm still pounding on Hades' door
Modern Day SavoirDrowning in darkness of deep despair,
Believing lies, truths not there,
Shining upon scars, see this ray of sunlight,
Reaching your broken smile hidden in the night,
Hearing the tear drops falling from your eyes,
Believe my hidden secrets, tell my stolen lies,
Bring me to the surface, give me air to breathe,
Let you see the truth upon my broken dreams.
Wild Animal DesiresJane really wanted a Red Panda for a pet.
“He'll maul you to death" I warned.
But she didn't listen.
“They're so cute, Winston!" She argued.
The funeral's Monday.
Where I'm from poem...Where I’m from
I am from a lead pencil laying on my sketch book waiting to be used to draw anything that could come to mind
I am from that little apartment around the corner of Second Street of Milladore
I am from the flower that was no fragrance, though people thing it does have a fragrance, but I think differently
I am from Christmas where my family gets together and have lunch and supper
I am from the Mancl family and the Pierson family
From being called boy by my grandpa to being called Derek Joseph by my mother
I am from the holy catholic church of Saint Wenceslaus
I’m from Saint Michael’s hospital in Stevens Point Wisconsin
I am from my heart which loves many, though if you break my heart or my friends, I will shatter yours ten time worse, and by the time I’m finished with you, you will be begging and pleading for mercy!
From the time of birth to the time of death, I will love the people that I care about
I am from my mind and soul, where all of my
Hoping for winter.Hello to the cold season.
I welcome you with open arms.
Everyday draws closer to the
Everyday I hope for the cold.
May winter last forever. May
it bring the next ice age.
Always a thrill when winter
A time for snow, a time for
joy, A time for everyone to
get along. Merriment brings
us closer to the snow.
For after all,
be a time of joy
and not a time for
WhateverYou didn't listen when I told you no.
Now you're in trouble, I hope you know.
Don't get mad at me for your stupid mistake
Only one time, that's all it'll take
You're an idiot for not listening to me
You dug your own grave, I'll just let you be
Just don't drag us all down into the dirt
You didn't listen to me you inconsiderate jerk
A simple "ok" would have sufficed
But now it's your sanity you have sacrificed
Goodbye my dear, I wish you well
But you probably don't care, so just go to hell.
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