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'Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk as if I were beside you'
Overshadowed by a mass of dark clothed figures.
I lie dormant.
A discoloured winged beast looms on to my wooden chest.
I remain serene.
Devout anointed words are uttered to comfort the whimpers.
I wait inertly.
The approving earth begins to proximate and crumble.
I continue to rest in harmonious tranquillity.
'WHY?? WHY??? Why couldn't you have taken me instead',
The teary distraught maternal architect uncontrollably bellows.
All of nature is subdued.
My inanimate heart smiles.
For I know this is not the end.
Keep me alive in your memories my loved ones and friends.
On an unchartered date we will all descend.
And life will resume again.
LullabyWhen it's bedtime,
My mommy will come and kiss me goodnight,
My daddy will tuck me in,
And they will sing a lullaby.
Time for bed,
Rest your head
When it's getting late,
Mom will point me to bed,
Dad will tell me listen to my mother,
And they will watch the evening news.
We'll be here,
Have no fear
When it's past curfew,
Mom will scold me,
Dad will be too drunk to talk,
And they will argue through the night.
Turn the lights off,
And we'll talk real soft
When it's past morning dark,
She will blame herself,
He will have walked away,
And I will sing myself a lullaby.
It's just us two,
We love you.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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