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AutopilotStanding in the middle of the room, I suddenly woke up - I thought about all the depressing matters
I had dealt with the last days - but I didn't feel depressed, I was laughing like crazy,
"and I didn't even have to feel ANY OF IT!"
After a whole year of intense studying, it felt like I was nearing my goal - after many bad attempts.
Standing in the shower, I was feeling that feeling you get afterwards, like when you're really
pleased with yourself. And I was - for many reasons.
I was hungry - of course I dealt with that in the same quick manner as everything else in my life these days.
I kept thinking to myself, that after this hits the market, will people ever go back? I didn't think so.
The world NEEDS people to make it go around, I mean, you can automate all you want, but you still need people
around the machines. The thing is, I want to give people the full package - depending on their lack of strength.
It's strange to see how freaking expendable our emotions
really are - how close
The VorusThe title was intentional, not by accident
Juliet ran through the streets as the sun rose, well, more of a swing really. I doubt you'd really walk many places if you were made of rubber. She held onto Lauren's windowsill and pulled herself up through Lauren's window, where the Balloon Girl was still sleeping. Juliet ran and leaped onto Lauren's chest. Being a Balloon, Lauren kind of represented a bounce house. Juliet flew up into the air, landing again and bouncing even higher, hitting the ceiling.
"Lauren Lauren Lauren Lauren Lauren Lauren! Wake up!" Juliet cried, still bouncing on her chest. As an act of meaniness, Lauren pulled the plug on her upper back, deflating whilst Juliet was in the air, making her splat against the bed.
"That's meeeeaaaan" Juliet said, gathering pieces of her splattered up the wall. Juliet blew into Lauren a few times, puffing her up to normal form.
"Uggggh, Juliet! Get off me! I'm not a bounce house! And I don't wanna go to school..." Lauren mutter
you were on a oily and worn table
and you were all screwed apart
machine parts everywhere
cause you were powered off
your head was still on your torso and lower body
but arms and legs were taken off
and your chestplate gone
head was open
your long hair soaked in fluids
black oil leaking out of your arm- and leg joints
your arm, the one nearest me
is a cogwheel in the midst
fastened to your slender female skeleton
and wires were sticking out - the mechanical wires that pulls your movement
the light is dull and yellow
and only lights up the table you're lying on
but i could see what else was around in a green and dim light
nothing of real interest
computers and monitors
your skin is yours
i can bend your bodyparts
and i hear the servos whirring
clear as a memory of yesterday
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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