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All Too Soon
It's all too soon.
I'm not ready to let go.
I can feel you calling out my name,
In the silence between us.
And I won't let you go,
I will never let you go.
You will always be with me in my heart.
I miss you even now while you are close,
I can't accept the thought of tomorrow without you.
Please stay with me.
And its still too soon,
I can't bear the thought of leaving.
You swore to be there forever and always,
but will you be there tomorrow?
I can't see you tonight
as I call out your name,
and I have to hope that you are listening.
Where are you now?
Where will you be with the rising sun?
Always I will think of you,
And I hope that you will always think of me.
The Death of Froggy
There once was a froggy,
Who lived in a boggy,
Zapping up flies all around.
Then one sunny day
When his friends came to play,
They found him dead on the ground.
They mused and they puzzled,
And were quite befuddled,
Who could do such a thing as this?
Was it foul play
That ended his day?
Or maybe a magical kiss?
Then one friend said, "No,"
"But let us all go,"
"And gaze upon poor Froggy's head."
"A kiss it can't be,"
"For the print that we see,"
"'Tis not a kiss, but a tire tread."
Froggy, like a deer,
Just wandered too near
The white line that marks the highway.
So the moral of this story,
To stay hunky-dory,
Always go under the byway.
Tears roll down my face as I try to tell you
You wont listen, you hear only what you want
You can't see how I feel inside my soul
You can't here my hearts cry of sorrow
I want to tell you all that I feel
But you can not comprehend what I say
Even as you try to ask what is wrong
I turn away, tears rolling down my cheeks
Now as I go along the road before me
You will not meet my eyes filled with tears
You say you understand what I feel
But there is no way that you can
My emotions are mine to feel, just as yours are
You can't tell me what I feel and what I don't
You arn't me to feel, and tears roll down my cheeks
As I think of you trying to comprehend me
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.”
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