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HesitationIn the midst of battle,
the young man hesitates.
He tries to remember his training,
but its all a moment too late.
A swing and a miss,
the cold steel slices clear.
The young man feels death's touch;
Hesitation costs him dear.
The light dims, eyes flutter shut.
His heart slowing, doesn't realize whats what.
A mistake costs dearly, in this game called life.
Tasting death's knife.
Isolated Isolation Inside the Insanity of InsomniaIsolation
Writhing, squirming, living hell
screeching, squealing, can not tell
where the road begins nor ends
just blindly follow the constant bends.
Rushing forth into unknown,
push and shove into the zone
of your comfort, your well-known place,
somewhere that you can show your face.
from yourself, your life,
from that damned and bloodied knife
Take it deep and take it all
into your cavity and fall
onto the floor of the castle you built
with nothing more than your shame-coated guilt.
Hubris of man, sins of the past
come to relive at the bottom of the glass
that you so willingly raise to your lips
just to taste it, taste it against
the cold, decaying bits that make up your flesh
and leave it with nothing but the best
Isolated from all that you know, knew, had
because you took without considering who was mad
It wasn't I, for I am not
the newly formed pile of rot
that you see every time you steal a glance
At your personal, little hell
that you so happily, wrongfully, built so t
HonestlyHonestly, I'm half asleep
I'm slipping in the brink
of despair and torment
just to try to catch a wink
My sleepless nights,
and endless days
are tearing me apart
just to see your gaze
I know to move on
and I know just how
but alas I cannot subside
my desire, just now
Manifesto of a PyroIf we set fire to the world, no one will suffer more
if we set it all ablaze, the corrupt will purge for sure
If you burn down this castle, back to ash
Our names will forever last
As the man who started anew
with just a match, a dream, and you
Loyal like a StrayHe’s loyal like a stray,
Right down to the tee,
He’ll follow you to hell and back
And shred you with his teeth.
He’s loyal like a stray,
He’ll stand strong by your side.
Just take heed, he’s a stray,
His loyalty is just a guise.
I have StrayedFar along, had I come
In my journey towards the old.
Progress had I believed I made,
Though my kindred were cold.
I’d tried to go on,
Tried to stand tall;
But alas my knees
Gave in to the fall
I don’t ask for strength,
Don’t beg for forgiveness.
No, I am Asatru, Strong
And don’t falter to weakness
I have strayed, over time,
No longer give gifts to the Gods
Life has decayed, such a crime,
But I still face the odds.
I will right this wrong,
Fix my problems on my own.
The Gods will remember
How I grew in the cold.
My name remembered,
Etched into time;
And take back what’s mine.
I may have strayed,
But no longer am I weak
This is my oath,
My vows I do speak.
So I'll just keep WaitingOne day I’ll get mine
One day that thing will never come
So I’ll keep waiting for that day
That day that it will rain
The sun stopped shining,
So long ago did the clouds form.
Blotted out the sun,
And the love was so warm.
One day, it will come,
The sweet rain will wash my face
And I’ll finally smile, free,
And feel that love’s embrace.
But it won’t come,
It never will reach me.
That day won’t come.
So I’ll just keep waiting.
Precious DoveYou ask me why I’m rather sad
but its because you just can’t see pass
The fact that the only reason we can’t be
Is because of the distance between you and me.
I gave you my heart, ripped out the blackness of my soul,
To make room for your love, worth far more than gold.
And yet no matter what I do, tried, or thought
I was always nothing more than a fat piece of rot
I will never be the man, that you so much adore
Because you killed off that prick when you left me some more.
I ripped out my flesh, torn asunder my heart
Made plans for the future, for love, just for it to all fall apart
You don’t talk anymore, don’t acknowledge I’m here.
Why won’t you love me? Say hello? What do you fear!
What could I do differently, I would destroy the heavens above
If it meant I could have you, just you, precious dove.
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
Skin.I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
Take the time to explore the s
The human condition of wanting to be everythingI feel as though I am exhausting
The excess skin around
in loose shadows
Across my cheekbones like
And whilst I find myself
To draw open the blinds
Because the light
is too bright
And I really can’t handle
The pane of the sky
With its obnoxious
glaring at me
With such a joyful expression
I know that lately
I am burning myself out
That I consume one too many
Cans of soda and energy drinks
At 2.45 AM
When the rest of the world
Is static in a hushed
Whilst I frantically try
To achieve something
Is too much
Or rather too
An existence for me
So I will continue
In order to
Try and destroy myself
Enough so that
I can be w h o l e
The scarsLife hurts us
It causes us to bleed
Time can heal the wounds
And stop the pain
But the scars remain
For the rest of our lives....
things i don't rememberi.
what you sounded like
as my ears were forming
what dreams or secrets
you confided in me
what pressures sunk
your proud shoulders
or the first time
i caused you
where i was when i decided
that your footsteps
should be followed
that your ideals
should be made my own
on my body
as i learned the world's ways
do not align
with our hopes
when i first
how my feet dangled
every time i wasn't strong enough and
how you made the world
how you were
figuring it all out
thought that life
To the BeautifulYou say we're beautiful,
Us who have been bullied...
But where were you while it was happening?
-I was watching-
You who say "This has to stop!",
There needs to be an end to this...
What are you doing to stop it?
-I did nothing-
It's too late now...
-I failed you-
LuckyYou talk like you always have a grain of salt,
to throw over your shoulder.
Every word is that hard cheese,
and they swing those whimsical wishbones much like carousels.
You're wasted on your self-image,
staggering down with rigorousness you don't own.
They're taking that steed and throwing horseshoes,
as if one of them might ring 'round your neck;
and save you from yourself.
You'll need a necropolis filled with pennies to barter,
and we won't lend a cent to save your sorry soul.
Your demons count clovers to kiss you,
gluing that fourth leaf to camouflage the truth.
They'd promise you an elephant to watch you die,
sucking sevens to keep you from entering Heaven.
And you can sing your superstitions into space,
but it's dead and empty.
Somewhat like the hollow shell you lounge in,
as the charms make you see spirits.
You say somewhere there's a rabbit dying to give its foot in your favor...
...but don't bet on it unless you can see that whites of its eyes.
VYou've waded through the worst,
child, so dry your eyes,
they've got better things to do
than drain the sea.
tie a ribbon 'round your wrist
lest you forget
it's only in the sun
that the shadows don't shine,
and if you say
please and thank you
the dawn will come swift enough.
(to knock you off your sodden little feet)
The Loving DarkIn the darkness,
A figure moves so slowly.
Questioning his purpose here,
And where he's meant to go.
Doesn't understand the light.
In turn he learns to fear it.
A woman smiles softly,
Her warm hold welcomes all.
But in the shadows, things do lurk,
And cripple the Maiden's call.
A weeping boy, doesn't understand
The differences of the world.
Just knows he's not to love a man,
But must, in turn, be hurled.
Into a world, that no one knows
But everyone knows their fear.
And has no reason to disembark this
Machine that controls, contorts, and lies
A weeping man stumbles out.
A maiden's call long dead.
Perhaps it was just a dream,
Perhaps just in his head.
The darkness knows him, it loves him too,
Doesn't judge or condemn.
Just lets him carry on, a weeping man, as him.
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