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Rest In PeaceHeaven has called upon you today,
leaving so many words left to say.
But now it's too late, for your time has come,
words unspoken; I am sure everybody has some.
Regrets and wishes are probably there too,
but lasting forever are memories of you.
I was there when you needed a place to stay,
just like you would be there for me night or day.
There have been many times that we disagreed,
but we were there for each other in time of need.
Now it's time for me to say Good-Bye,
until we meet again in heaven to fly.
LostWho am I kidding?
Apparently everyone. They think I'm happy and I have no problems.
Only I know the real me.
Hiding behind the lies and putting up a false bravado to hold back all the pain inside.
The truth is I don't know if I'm awake or asleep. I don't know if I'm alive or dead. I don't know if I'm bitter or angry.
I still remember the day you told me nothing would change but lately it's been like nothing is the same.
I used to think the problem was you. But now I know that is not true.
The root of all evil is me.
I am my own worst enemy.
Knock myself down constantly.
Always saying to myself
"No you're not good enough for that.,"
"You don't deserve to be happy,"
"Everybody hates you,"
"Why do you even smile,"
"All you do is push people away from you because you're scared,"
"You'll never be nothing but a dope fiend,"
"Nobody will ever know what you mean,"
"You're family is right,"
Listening to myself I feel the sense of drowning.
I'm drowning in
Don't Fuck With MeWhen the smile fades
And the eyes shift
You can bet your ass
Ill satisfy this itch
Dont fuck with me
I will end this
You will beg me
Plead and wish
That I have mercy
When I knock
So count ever second
On your Armageddon clock
Meet The Dark LordCome into the night, meet the dark lord
Others have lost and forsaken you
An unblessed stench within the pit
Forbidden fruit that burdens
Tempted with that which you can not claim
Unholy land that is his dominion
All demons bow before his name
Allow him your body as a vehicle
Alone you will come to serve
In this world it shall come to pass
Ruling the undead from his thrown
Cursed is his name by all mankind
Freshly laid graves in a kingdom
Gaping pits in the darkest depths
Feasting upon the crimson wine
Deliver unto him all that he may take
No longer will you remain a servant in this world
LonelyLoneliness will not save you
Our way of life is gone
Precious memories will fade
Dreams will be denied
Claiming each day to be our freedom
Keeping the light within the frame
Fire runs through our veins
Taking on a life of its own
Slowly driving you insane
A feeling of hate consuming you
Thinking of how you will survive
Reaping what you sow
Feeling satiation yet you hunger
Between the beat and being human
Beauty of the flesh is confusing
No longer seeking the logic in your actions
Reckless, wild in that who you are
Have we to fallen victim
Following a path we did not choose
Craving that which defines our existence
Unable to care for who we are
Triumph and lose come to pass
Unbearable anguish weighs upon our soul
Eternal storms that rage out of control
Never ending journeys through an undying night
Searching for a moment of peace
Time has become my prisonTime has become my prison
Hell within my mind, trapped by reality
Shadows slowly passing by
A mask that reveals nothing
Lost expressions upon ones face
Unable to find falling tears
Only the eyes remain behind the mask
Searching out that of lost souls
I will come to hide my face
Tears I will no longer give up
Only a void left behind the eyes
Taunting a world that devours its own
Consumed by the blood of demons
Living among the creatures
A path that has forgotten fear
Deep within the minds of others, I roam
Whispers from the heart grow silent
Living without that which is missing
Allowing forgiveness to fade away
Seeing past the mask is the only truth
Protected by the emptiness
The cold, dark remains of the past
All become hardened scars
That of truth is only lies told
Behind the dark mask, a dark heart
A soul haunted by mortal days
Fighting to cry out
Searching for a way to escape
A wounded heart falls victim to chaos
Battle will forever be waged
Captives of good and evil
Bound by that o
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
On WritingWrite for today
And like it’s all
That’ll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
‘Don’t make everything said’.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
To just keep
They’ll find a way out.
Don’t write for approval,
That way misery lies.
Poetry can’t be judged,
Not properly –
Write for yourself;
Doesn’t matter if it’s
Good enough for
You’ll never be Shakespeare.
But he’d never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That’s the best
That you can do.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
I Fell In love Inside of a DreamI fell in love,
inside of a dream.
And woke up,
with a broken heart.
But it wasn't my heart,
that was broken.
It was his,
and I'll never see him again.
That long haired, pale skin,
blue eyed boy, will forever remain,
a figment of my imagination.
So close, yet so far away.
And I will never be able to apologize,
for my mistake.
unrealistic ideologies of an
are toxic; breathing
is a chore. there is a
in the combined effort
of necessity’s unlovliest
we are the forgotten.
we are the tangled limbs
and childhood stories for
a more sensitive future; we
are the longing, we are
we are measured
in the people we touch;
and I will love you
in the UV light of
hide and seek paranoia.
I love you in the red shimmer
of harbored dreams, I love you
in the in
ShatteredIf I found you, on your knees,
trying desperately to collect the shattered pieces of your heart-
I would kneel beside you and help you pick them up.
I would not cast a blind eye,
and pretend I had not seen you.
If I saw that your hands had been cut,
by the very shards of hope you were trying so hard to gather-
I would take your hands in mine, and hold them until the pain subsided.
Then I would kiss every wound- no matter how big or how small,
until I was sure you would be able to use your hands again.
If you were crying from the fear that you'd never be able to pick up everything,
I would hold you until your tears stopped, and I would comfort you with gentle words.
But I would not lie to you- I would never lie.
The heart is a frail thing- once shattered, it can never be fully repaired.
Parts will remain missing, and the mended hope will always bear cracks.
If we found that we'd gathered all that we were able,
and that there were a fine powder remaining of what we could not collect.
On Breaking Apart Your Dreams For a GuyTwelve months ago, we swapped rumors about
the hottest bad boys; counted the number of freckles Tanya,
the Queen Bee of Beverly High, didn't cover with her polka-dot skirt;
and discovered our favorite song on a blog we both wished
we owned. "What do you think we'll be doing this time next year?"
I asked over peanut butter cookies from a bag
and a commercial break between late night movies.
You giggled, pondering, and said, "Hanging out in our dorm room.
You'll be snuggled up to the flavor of the month--
a basketball player, no doubt, or a starving artist--
and I'll be green with jealousy, like always."
When Dirty Dancing came back on, we rocked along,
shag carpet burning streaks across bare feet.
This morning, listening to my roommate sing with the radio--
some country ballad you'd never approve of--
I remember your laugh and the dark, curling fingers of hair
at the nape of yo
Do You Know?Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain
living a life with nothing to gain. Surrounded by darkness
Overwhelmed with shame. A life without peace with no one to blame.
Do you know of a place unseen, a place that holds only shattered dreams, A place filled with sorrow with no end in sight, I am given this gift each and every night.
Do you know of a place so cold, this is the place I call my soul. A place without hope or comforting dreams, a life not worth living wouldn't it seem
Do you know of a life, that should have never been, and the feeling that today, this life has to end. One more day of sadness is much too hard to bare, I am tired of living a life of heart ache and despair.
Do you know a person with so much pain inside, or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries, maybe when the tears are gone, and I can clearly see, the only question left will be..
DO YOU KNOW me
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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