|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
ConfusedRight is wrong
And wrong is right
Pain is pleasure
And pleasure is pain
It's an upside down world
In my messed up mind
To liveThought process;
To live vicariously through another
until we see the illusion within illusions
which reality do we set our foundation in
until we decide to move into another realm
its all real in the minds eye
there are no real hidden truths
just complacency within our own tolerances
What dictates drive under such circumstances?
The psychology of multiple selfs
pieces hidden from one another until the right moment
we mourn for ghosts
because beauty can't exist without loss
the clock ticks and we're quick to cast morality into different shades
to predict our mortality
based on experience
based on fact
based on a drive to understand
but moreover- to live
AntecedenceWhen something is amiss, no matter how bad.. judge the cause of the problem, rather than
the consequence of it
It's easier to frown upon the one who is overwhelmed.. reacting.. and heard. It should be
understood why. Like fire, pain and it's consequence.. doesnt start on it's own
Reticent (minor trigger warnings)Do not speak to me of hate until you have carved the word into your own skin. You know nothing of self-loathing until you court a razor's edge to feel alive. And you have not truly felt pain until you wish that you had died.
The broken suffer behind walls as strong and cold as steel. They do so not to entice themselves into feeling protected, but rather, to keep out the bigotry, discrimination, and hateful stigmas hurled at their feet. Shame and solitude are too commonly experienced by those that most need compassion and understanding.
So do not speak to me of loneliness unless you have been cast out for revealing what you truly are. Do not dare to judge the broken and rejected unless you have been shattered by those you once thought cared. Do not leer and make light of the scars etched into my skin. Never do any of these until you truly know where I have been.
I will never say anything. Because you will Never feel or understand the way I do. If I had a penny for every time that I have
saying ... 5?"even the strongest of us have a right to cry. for crying is not weakness. it is not giving up. I is not lowering your guard. tears help us to heal and show us that we are still human no matter what we have been through. it may take a while for tears to flow. it may take years for hurt to show. but if your heart still aches from old wounds or bleeds from a fresh break the dry well of your soul will begin to flood and tears will finally wash away the pain of the past. no matter how recent the injury. we must cry in order to heal. remember that even the strongest of us have our breaking points."
- Megumi Susanowo
More Than Anything ElseWho am I really? Where did all this come from—the 70 sextillion twinkling stars, dark empty space, the radiant sphere of the sun, the mysterious cold white geometry of the moon, our big mudball earth, we 7.3 billion human ants on it, the showers, the soakers, the storms, the rivers rolling to the one big deep green sea? You and me—hey, and that little gnat right there—where are we all going? Why are we born? Why must we die? What should we do while we’re here? Why does life seem so horribly unequal and unfair? Why do some suffer and die while others party and play golf? Why have I been healthy and happy for seventy-one years while innocent, loving children suffer deformity, disfigurement, neglect, molestation, torture, and death? Why are we heartless, cold, and cruel? Why do we taunt and torment the weak? Why do we kill? Why do we hate? Why is there eternal war? How can I help the helpless, the poor, the sick, the dying, the dead? How should I feel in the knowle
What Is Real?---Krishnamurti once asked the question of whether there can be action without thought. In reaction to this---thought inevitably came, producing action in the form of a series of further questions. What follows is a personal investigation into Krishnamurti's statement based on previous consideration regarding the concept that all is mind.
---"Action without thought". Does this mean that thought stops entirely? Or is it that action is not present in thought, meaning that it is no longer diluted by the distraction of self absorbed thought? If action is within thought does this mean that there is minimal awareness rather than total awareness? And if this is the reality (that universe is mind, existence being idea), would it mean that everything in our physical world has awareness? Inanimate objects included? Furthermore, if action with thought propelling it is an indication of an idea under development, does this mean that a still object is more evolved?
---What is the difference between
Writing Fan Fiction For BeginnersWriting Fan Fiction For Beginners
I’m not going to pretend that my way is the only way. What works for some people might not work for others. What I will talk about, however, are things that I wish someone had told me when I first started writing fan fiction.
Write about a fandom you love. I can’t stress this enough. It can be tempting - very tempting - to write for a big fandom because of the potential for more reviews, follows, and favourites. But fan fiction is often the very first time that people show their writing to others. That can be a very scary experience. It is a lot easier to write about something you love, so take some of the pressure off by focusing on a fandom you care about.
Don’t be afraid to post a story. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: every writer was once a novice. Don’t be ashamed if your writing isn’t as good as someone else’s. Instead, focus on your own writing and your own improve
It appears you don't have PDF support in this web browser. Download PDF
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
Keep in Touch!
scheinbar is a much-loved and well-known deviant. Just one look at her gallery, filled with enchanting photography, will have you mesmerized. A deviant for over 7 years, Christiane can always be found posting inspirational features as well as regularly commenting on other deviations and encouraging and empowering her fellow deviants. We are inspired and insist that you too stop by and congratulate ... Read More