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LostAlice said to the red-dressed man whom she found one day, "Are you lost?"
"I've lost many things in my day, but I can't say I've ever had trouble finding myself no I am not lost, but I have lost something rather important but be gone with you! I can find it myself. I can find my way."
Alice thought the man to be quite rude, and she decided to walk away , not caring at all where the man's way was.
"Are you lost?" Asked the man, stepping over to Alice.
"No I am not, but I'd be if you'd not follow me."
"But I'm not. I'm following your shadow, and it is your shadow who I was asking. It seemed unsure of where it was going. Quite funny aren't they?"
"What are?" Asked Alice, her voice rising.
"Shadows of course." answered the man.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."
"well that's a silly thing to be afraid of! I'll tell you what I'm talking about. I'd hate to cause you to be scared. I'm talking about shadows. They never quite know where they're going."
The Samaritan'sThe Samaritan's
I shan't cudgel my dignity
with fib, misguidance, or sin.
It is my honor to be your divinity,
An honor, your kin.
I am your blanket, swept vastly 'cross crosses
your herald in streets,
Enveloping sheets, I begin
I begin to travel, traverse, and convert.
Conversing with earnest, my burdens still hurt.
The people won't listen, they lead stray from my plea.
Plead I go so, so on I go, heeding the me of your beauty.
Please my affinity to be, your baroness.
You look less like a baron with my being your guest
Heading away, yet from you I went out.
How can they dare to go out?!
How can they let you be unspoken?
How can they dare be without?!
I'll be your voice, awoken.
And yet they don't see me, or hear you, or my dress.
Ragged in sheets which you clothed me in,
hold me in,
The dirt they kick up, the fuss they kick up chokes me.
I dressed in serenity, but fall over,
and I hurt.
No one stops to listen...
No one sto
Love in Yaelic (cghicghaicghucghadashucghan)"Cghemencghoh, cghacghemen. Cghemen, cghihr. Rasjhamen, rasjhacgheben. Heben, bihr."
(If I die, I'll die knowing you. Dying for you, I go. When I go, I'll go knowing you. Go with you, in my heart.)
Die For MeDie for Me.
Go my grandeur, compose my blood
For you, my every drop and hot
Nothing comes o'er my still led and naught
I'm long since lost, bled, of woe
Go herald, call her in red
Suffice to be sweet, bring her solace
Haven her bodice in her bed
Savor her, where I can not
On darkened floors where I have bled
Bask her in your own
Yours where mine, were mine divine
Advise to her, how lead me home
Love me back, I'd not be alone
And not, I'd tear my eyes
Score the earth with salt and rose
Weep, that I can't reap, that nothing grows to outshine you ripe
Nothing glows brighter, save the home I'll soon know
Lo to my prose, hark to my verse
Yet be fed savior the words that I'd said
By tears of love, my dear, in red
Homework that people liked.I am a delirious mediator on philosophy, where upon I behold truths and confabulation alike to remedy either to what I belong to. As is the nature of all who tread and crawl. But not so to the degree that a pauper does ill to his savior, nor with the clause that a King grants to his benefactor. I am like none of the priests, or lords, or men of medium. I am a singular outside of this. Objectively I see its whole, and what I see is good. Whether I can say it is moreover adhering to itself, truth, or lie I can't discuss, for again I am separate from truth. I am outside of it outside. What I see is not always true, as we all find ourselves realizing.
Truth is a beautiful being. She is fragrant of the longest seas, the smallest spices, and the greatest okra and ilk. Yet she comes on strong as those seas' rivers come. They push and battle against everything and never lose with time. Suspended by men and our ignorance, yes, but never weakened. Even the smallest spices can be blown away by th
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