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Youth Is...Youth is:
Introducing yourself as "Lizzie" and insisting you be addressed as "Elizabeth".
Holding your hand above your head and saying, "I am this tall!"
Meeting someone once and deciding you are best friends.
Crying one minute only to laugh the next.
Showing emotion without fear of rejection.
Acting silly just because you can.
Insisting you can "do if yourself" yet ten seconds later ask for help.
Creating a game out of nothing but your hands and someone else's hands.
Explaining your darkest secret to a complete stranger.
Trusting everyone because you haven't learned not to.
Dreaming of being a princess.
Believing in a perfect world.
A Heart of Gold: Ch 1Two more blocks: that's what I kept telling myself as I pelted down the street. If I could just make it two more blocks they wouldn't be able to get me. Two more blocks and I'd be home free.
Behind me three sets of feet were pounding the ground, shouting and cursing at my back. I was faster than they were, though, and with every few steps I took they fell further behind.
"Two more blocks," I panted, surging ahead with a renewed sense of urgency. If I could just make it the last two blocks than I would be able to slide in the door of my house and they wouldn't be able to follow.
The wind rushed past me, ruffling my straw-colored hair. Buildings blurred as I forced myself to run faster, conscious suddenly that the slapping footfalls of my pursuers had died away. My breath caught in my chest, trapped amongst gasps and splutters that were my bodies futile attempts at obtaining oxygen. I could see my house now, far at the other end of the block. Unable to continue running I slowed to a walk
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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