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"Hope" PrologueAt a time in everyone's life, the thought about living in a world free of wars, hatefulness, and sadness occupies the mind. For some people, the thought beckons them for only a mere five minutes, and others, their whole life.
Those who think about such things are nothing but fools. There is no such thing as a world free of anything. The world is what it is, and there is no way to change it. One person can't revolutionize an entire planet much less a country on their own─ At least I know that now.
Apparently, I've lost hope. And in this world hope is everything. Without hope, there is no point in living at all. At least that's what the young boy with the chocolate brown eyes whispered to me just before becoming unconscious as I carried his fragile body to the nearest camp to nurse his bloody wounds.
I watched the nurse heal his injuries. The life had been flushed out of the boy's once bright and cheerful face. If I didn't know any better, I would have probably th
My Once Ago Friend~My Once Ago Friend~
As I picked up a lonely flower from the earth
I thoughtfully pulled a delicate petal
As I was doing so, I reminisced over you
My once ago friend who vanished
With no farewell leaving me behind
To sink to drown in my memories
Of your existence
My once ago friend, I thought of you
As if you were greater than a field of gold
I would swim in the deepest ocean
To keep the closeness between us
My once ago friend I smiled for you
Even though you cared for me weakly
In return for my kindness to you
As I came back to reality
The wind began to blow swiftly
Causing my delicate petal to drift away
Leaving me behind as I watched it
Move on neglecting the past
I now realized that I should do the same
The Glass BoxThere once was girl who lived in a glass box.
Not because she wanted to, for she was trapped.
She couldn't escape even if she tried.
Her shadow reflected off the solid glass walls,
Back bent in endless despair.
When will someone save me? She asked.
Does anyone care? She wondered.
People she once knew passed her by
Without a hint of concern in their dark eyes,
They laughed, they pointed, and they stared.
She sunk down to the glass floor and began to weep.
Her cries were inaudible from the world outside the box.
Why can't I be free? She screamed.
Why can't I be free? She screamed again.
Her voice echoed until there was a vague silence.
That's when she realized that no one will ever free her
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