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GutCast my line and wait
and wait and wait;
ice running into water around me,
my hair turning into water around me.
Pity the fish I catch
as I slit it tail to gill.
I empty so many,
leave the carcasses like trash bags;
rot stink putrefy decompose -
I need to know I am not alone.
2 amI want to write about the ticking
of the clock
and how it makes the silence louder
but I don’t feel silent inside
I feel tangled and raw,
like a screaming burn.
I've Got the MatchesNails inside of my throat like words,
click click down
they go, scraping my insides out.
Your hand covering my mouth,
lest I spill these pearls -
there was never any need,
I’m a lock without a key.
"Swallow it all," you say
and I purr.
“Beg for ruin,” you hiss
and I lick your feet.
Speeding towards me: you’ve cut the brakes.
Tight face and tight fingers,
“This is a test,
are you going to pass it or fail it?”
I close my eyes
and open my arms wide.
disorder memore than chemicals
or crossed wires
sensitive nerves - no, wait,
is it misbehaving neurons
it’s all just abnormalities
it’s all just words
floating mixed up together
meaningless to me
call a spade a spade
from the bits in my brain
to the ache in my chest
and the voices sucking me off roofs,
at the core,
GoneEverything continues as normal,
everyone goes on like usual;
as if there wasn't a gaping hole in the world.
And I should wear it on my chest,
in my eyes,
in every word I speak -
but it's not there.
Like everything and everyone,
it's gone from me
A word, a laugh, a sudden memory
brings it back.
And for a moment,
for a minute,
I wear it on my chest,
and in my eyes,
and in my voice.
These moments are not enough
to make up for this you-shaped hole.
There should be posters on every telephone pole
and billboards with your face
and everyone should know your name
and your laugh should play on the radio.
But everyone walks on as normal,
and I still behave as usual.
And my chest is bare,
my eyes are empty,
my voice has turned to ash -
you're not here.
SaintlikeYou wish for a switch, to beat this thing inside,
the thing that makes you hope and dream and cry -
this weakness inside.
You wish to carve out your chest, place it in a sterile cup,
hear the doctors whistle,
"The biggest one I've seen yet."
Hallowed at last
you can close your eyes.
And weightless at last,
the earth will fall away
and you will drift away;
swallowed up at last.
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
...alegria eterna......alegría eterna...
...te pienso, te siento, te espero,
en los remanentes de nuestro universo,
escuchando el harpa de los recuerdos,
de los nuestros, de los pequeños momentos...
...los besos, el cielo, la timidez,
las miradas, las caricias, la estupidez,
los tropiezos, el tiempo, la felicidad,
las lágrimas, las despedidas, la eternidad...
...los años pasan, el caliente no llega,
mi sonrisa se apaga, la luna se aleja,
mi cabello se opaca, mi vida se acorta,
pero mi sentimiento permanece, persevera...
¿Cuándo será el día, la mañana, que te vea,
que tu sonrisa no sea de mi reminiscencia,
que la brillantez del sol refleje tu dulce esencia,
cuando podrá mi corazón ver la alegría eterna?
-Solem Nocte Infinitus-
These Bones (I'm in Suicide With You)we're lost without words
in the ache of the brightness.
these bones are old
we are lost--
i'm lost without you.
(but i haven't a clue what you do with me.)
these bones aren't gold,
so what's worthwhile
about them to you?
we are carbon
blood, blood, flowing blood
that clots in cuts
and runs rivers in veins
and stains, how it stains,
carpet and floor and hands
i'd be more
than all the good
i do for you.
i'd be lost without you
but you don't need me
and i'm in suicide with you
for too many reasons
and too many times.
but my only question--
is my love
even if i lie?
Forever and Always.You were happy now.
The road wasn't always easy, but you managed to continue on down it. It always seemed bleak and dreary until he showed up.
At first you thought it was some cruel joke like usual…
He was different in every way possible. There were always smiles and warmth radiating from him.
He never judged you because of your appearance. He was better than that.
Pointing out all the good in you that everyone else seemed to pass by as they only criticized you on what they thought was bad.
He did all of this and so much more. Helping you find your way when all seemed dark to you. Showing you that there was a light at the end of the tunnel and being there tightening the hold on your hand as you both traveled down the dark road.
It was beautiful and so was your life now.
You thought you'd never be here, right now with him.
That's what he told you that day when he asked you.
Fantasia y RealidadFantasía y Realidad
Junto al sol y bajo las estrellas,
yo te grabo en mi corazón,
pensando en tus labios y en tu voz,
que en todo momento me llenan de amor.
Tú, amor mío, tú, la esencia de mi fuerza,
la meta de mis sueños, tú, niña y mujer eterna,
quimera de penas, de recuerdos y tristezas,
tú, risa de mi alma, esmeralda de rosas cubierta.
Tatuadas están tus caricias en mi piel,
y en mi interior la flama de tu pasión,
unidas, nuestras almas en paz cabalgan,
por océanos de cristales y verdes estrellas.
Fuego, ardor y sangre con furia de amor,
así se encuentran nuestros corazones de fervor,
siempre con ropajes de eternas llamas y calor,
en un universo de fantasía y realidad en colisión.
Te amo con la eterna flama amada mía,
te extraño y te quiero con la luz del sol, Yadira.
Sabes que soy el árbol que crece por ti,
la luna que brilla noche a noche en tu inte
TnM-Vampiros VS Lobos Cap.4Cap.4 Amigos?
En el parque
Cuando llegaron Xadezz y Frejazz se miraron y se enamoraron
Thomas: hola Marie
Marie: hola Tommy son ellos tus amigos
Thomas: si ellos son Dezz *saluda con la mano* y Fred *saluda con la mano*
Marie: hola es un gusto conocelos ellos son Jazz *saluda con la mano* y Xavier *saluda con la mano*
Xavier: es un gusto conocerlos yo soy Xavier Flynn y mi amiga Jasmine Raí pero le gusta que la llame Jazz
Jazz: un gusto y lo sentimos por lo modales es por genes vampiros
Dezz: no se preocupe mi nombre es Dezz y mi amigo Fred es un gusto conocerlos
Thomas: bueno como ya no conocemos quiere jugar a verdad o reto
Todos (menos Thomas) : esta bien!!!
Después de horas de juega verdad o reto
Thomas: emm Fred verdad o reto
Thomas: es verdad que duerme con tu pijama de peluches
Fred: si ¬¬
Todos (excepto Fred): jajajaja
Xavier recibió un mensaje
Marie: tu mamá
Jazz: y que pasa
Xavier dice que esta organizado su boda
A Measured Love
A Measured Love
She asked how much did he love her?
He answered in a loud cry
To offer at her feet the moon and the stars
To adorn her of all the beautiful flowers in the world
And to woo her each day with love songs that he made
He then asked her how much did she love him?
She fell quiet and thought for a time
Touched his face and put his hand over her beating heart
I love you as the sun sets to let the moon rise
I love you as my heart beats to give me life
And I love you as every breath I do not take, but I would give to you
April 18, 2014
They Told HimThey told him not to love the Moon
Told him that she was a fickle thing
Told him that she would change every month
Until she disappeared from thee
They told him not to curse the Sun
Told him that he was the source of life
Told him that he would stay constant each year
Until the end of days was nigh
They told him to forget the Moon
Told him that she was not his
Told him that she belonged to another
That her very source of light came from him
They told him to thank the Sun
Told him that he kept the Moon safe
Told him that he treated her fairly
And that he would not make her a disgrace
They told him these things
Spoke adamantly about them
They prayed he'd see otherwise
But instead he rejected them
So to this day he stands
Staring at the fickle Moon
Cursing the bright lit Sun
And wondering why he, a Star
Could not love the Moon too
The Beautiful YouThe Beautiful You.
You’re so beautiful,
My words cannot describe
But if to name you something
Twould be thy Moon
You’re the Moon in the dark sky,
Worshiped like a God-
Yet you paint female faces
With your pale light, kisses
Filling their devious smiles
With passionate lust
But they break you
Lure you into their trance with looks.
Yet you call me beautiful and ignore the others..
I’d call myself the Sun
But a body that’s scorched by fake passion
And when you look towards my sky
Your eyes I'll burn!
With talents you’re a prince
With looks you are a charmer
I'm only rich with the diamonds I cry.
By Hazard Kitty
The Action I OwnSleeping to the sound of the truck's motion vibrating my eight year old arms,
I dreamt of skyscrapers peppering mountains like trees.
A current of cars rushing on highway rivers,
The undertow of black rubber skid tracks.
I dreamt of cities at night looking like pearls,
threaded by bridges to wear around my neck.
And then suddenly opening my eyes,
the way children can sense when they're home;
I woke up to blazing orange lights against blackness and pine trees,
looking like the fires of coal-powered engines, of cigarette thoughts.
The logging yard lit up like sunlight through stained glass church windows
or a desert oasis.
These trucks being loaded and unloaded were endless,
This has always existed, I thought to myself,
This will always exist.
Ten years later, I can see those lights from my backyard
with logging trucks going east and west
and I am eight years old again thinking,
This is how God must feel.
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