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Cold and PowerlessWarm and restless wind blowing on the back of my head
Preventing me from turning back, from witnessing the horror
Of a bloodsheding treason maimed by sharpest of tongues.
Wrapped by a curtain of lies, casting a shadow, blocking the skies,
Dark were those times.
It's devils aren't gone, so simply forgotten, whatever they touched
Turned sour and rotten.
Now or forever I must stand guard
For they will return and bring back the hard.
A devil in form or in mere disguise
Fool I will not as he looks in despise.
My castle and turret shall
Stand to what ever he has
Of that I'm sure, nothing will pass.
RepellentFeeling like an only cloud which stands out of the blue.
I'm being watched facing down by those who laughed at you.
Little knowledge who they are we both have in twain.
But just like me I am sure sometime you must have felt the pain.
Up or down high or low our spirits come and go.
Once alive another dead I'm here but yet I'm not.
Barely seen never heard, no thought to speak no spark to seek.
No way of life just a breathing corpse with little pulse and no heart at all.
No one to see not a thing to hold no one to lean on forever cold.
The same old cloud raining down on me what is left rejoins the sea.
Drowning the sorrow can not be done, for years it's basking in my tears. feeding on my nightmares thoughts and fears. (just growing larger everyday when you are nowhere near.)
I don't love you anymore never liked your ships and shore.
I don't care not to have there as long as I'm dead that I can bear.
Forever more alone I shall stay for I can't relive that day.
The one you told that your ha
A 2nd ChanceRemorse and regret can't make you to forget
All the things you've missed and the ones you've left
A golden glance or a blink of an eye
Makes you wonder 'how should I?'
Taking a stroll under the bare night sky
Watching the moon just passing you by
I won't forget those deep green eyes
I feel them with every breath when my heart cries
Laying on your back on a bench near by
Excluding yourself from the social high
Fire and sand both were there
One on your feet the other in your hair
Falling asleep to the sound of a giggle
A giggle so beautiful makes smiling inevitable
When climbing up a mountain side
There is little place for you to hide
Getting to know your other-self
Thinking about a 2nd chance
All is not lost for now it is
The one you were waiting for the one to seize
Some might never get a 2nd chance
A life-time long waiting for romance
How lucky am I for getting mine
After three years of an emotional deprive
Now you're here waiting for me
Alone and abroad with no one to see
C.A.CRock, Bishop, Knight, Pawn.
Will you please tell me where I belong?
The King and Queen look down on me,
While the rest, ignore me be.
Trapped in One, held back on Two.
Can't find my square, can you?
B1, F5 and G8, mean nothing
When you can't "see" straight.
Walking around from side to side, doing no harm,
No one seems to mind.
I sat tight and listened, roaming, waited.
Learned as I went through the steps in-between.
Consideration, Attention and Concept came to mind.
Waiting my turn for time to demise.
Now it's all, all but good.
The strangest war where nothing is obscure.
The rock the bishop all pray to me.
whilst the keen and queen, they nothing mean.
EchoLonely nights awful thoughts.
Lost, with out it, I have no cause.
Can't rest, can't fall-asleep.
Can't seem to remember
The bitter nor the sweet.
'Turned-off', paused in time.
Don't know if I'll be able of such "crime".
Is yearning for that moment when
You touch upon my hardship vein
And the softest of touches unknown of kind
The sort which penetrates your mind.
Time seem to halt on the echo of my fault.
Jumped ahead, had no clue.
No clue to might what happen when
I broke the tune.
A tune in our delicate love song,
Where every note matters to complete
The symphony of our beating hearts.
I hate how it happened and such,
I'll never forgive you for not saying
I pushed too much.
Now, stepping aside isn't the answer.
Letting go is not facing "danger".
A gun, a rifle, a rope or a pistol.
All hold the answer to what I want,
What I want is something you hold.
I can't stop my heart from beating on its own
For you hold it tightly, feeling alone.
A pain in the chest each look we sha
ConfidentialI miss you dearly.
I miss you so much.
I miss the little things, like asking for lunch.
I miss your laugh and your wisdom.
I miss your smile and your rhythm.
I miss the way you understand who I am.
I miss it how you have no shame.
I miss your thoughts and your kindness being.
That oversized sweater and that Russia thing.
I miss your care and the scent of your hair.
But I really miss having you there.
Hear my cry hear my roar
For you are my tears's core
Feel my need ask what's wrong
Is my agony for ever long?
See my tear drop
Feel for my shattered hope
Eternity, Infinity and
Don't really exist
In this modern world chapter
Wear and tear and lost of meaning
A broken identity and an unwelcome feeling
All in which I get the lots
Until which time that I get lost
ReclusiveEvery word of every chat
Every minute we ever sat
Every word you ever said
I kept forever in my head
Your voice clear like the wind
Yet sound like a rock
Lyrics my soul have struck
Struck so deep that I can't forget
Can't forget the first time we've met
Like a muse you captured I
But with no muse shall inside die
Ohh longing for that moment to come
The moment which you're mine, only for some
Some seconds and minutes
Maybe an hour or few
As long as you are here
And I am too
I can't take-in the sight of your empty armchair
So cold and so lonely filled with misery and despair
I woke up that night like never before
Sweaty weary trembling and cold
Wishing you were there to hug and keep warm
Thirst for your scent but it was no more
Thus the years came crawling by
I got older and you stayed shy
Now I think it's good to be
Good to be alone with me
Timely ChangedFor the first time complete
and At last it is fit
For the first time
In years, for the first time
It seems that nothing slips
For the first time in heaps
Finally it's all going smooth
After a long, exposed, painful, hated bruise
A last we are complete
For the first time, the first time, It fits.
Today is a regular day for other people
4/13 is just a regular Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday
However, for us
For us Homestuckers
It's not just only a day,
But it's a day that we are all know.
A day when our fandom started
When it ran for a person's mind,
And jump on the Internet and stayed in our hearts
A day a certain boy and a certain girl was born
Which they became iconic
And kick start our random filled adventure
A day where we, Homestuckers,
Remember 4 kids, 4 guardians,
12 trolls and their similar counterparts
A day when we have parties,
Meet up, cosplay as our favorite characters
And join together as this special day goes by
And just because this fandom happen,
And another fandom blossom;
Which is only about fandoms
Is not just a regular day
This day is special
It was our first day as a fandom
And it maybe our last
However, we will show our respect
We will survive as long as the ever-lasting sun
We will go on and on
Today is not a regular day...
the atlantic ocean is big enough to hide secretsin that twilight period of summer turning to fall-
in that bend in the road from september to october-
i couldn't explain it but i so desperately wanted to send a piece of myself to you
so you would have something to look forward to
i said, if there's a force to change the tides and turn the earth
and people think it's the most essential force in this world,
then i know they've never met you.
'who me? little old me?'
yes you, little old you,
you have enough resonance in the beats of your heart
to make armies march,
you have enough light in your smile
to make a blind man see,
you have enough magnitude in everything you do
to cause earthquakes to destroy the world,
or maybe just me:
i would die in your hands if you would only let me.
the beginning of october is stunning when the colours
are like fire engines and fireflies and fireworks.
bright flashes of everything that is beautiful and nothing that is hurt.
but after an immense burst of light;
The Story of a Boy. [An Original Poem-thing]
The Story of a Boy.
This is the story of a boy.
Who had lost his mother.
He had a father.
Who did not a care.
The poor little boy.
He never had friends.
All alone in a town.
Which was almost a barren land.
At the age of seven.
Something new happened.
A family moved in.
Into the barren town.
They had a little girl.
With her lovely dark curls.
And new friends they became.
The lonely boy and the bonny gal.
But the boy, he wasn’t.
What he seemed to be.
In his head there were demons.
Demons, waiting to be unleashed.
When the day arrived.
And the boy lost his mind.
He tortured the young girl
to her death.
Oh, it was such an evil crime.
The girl she returned
in her reincarnated form.
She was only four,
while the boy was eleven.
Shocked at her resemblance
with the girl he once met.
He tricked her yet again,
and again, she was killed.
Again she returned,
as her soul never rests.
her mind doesn’t remember
but her spirit deman
An Infectious DiseaseSome will say hope is a killer; an infectious disease that plants shitty pipe dreams in the mind, but hope is a good thing, sometimes the only thing that keeps us going. And it comes not from the pipes that won't play or the dreamer's gaze, but from the inside. All you have to do, is find it.
A Priceless FutureA Priceless Future.
Pretty soon we'll need to make payments
Just to be able to walk the pavement.
This added to the taxes on our bank statements.
Proves that any sort of personal attainment,
Will be shared with the government agents.
It’s blatant, we‘re a part of a money laundering arrangement.
Of which there is an infinite number of replacements.
Who are praying and waiting for your disengagement.
Longing for the day that you will become complacent.
Because a filled position in this day in age will always be vacant.
I call this, the reincarnation of enslavement.
Ragtime StreetsCrowded city streets
breezes turn to wind
winds to storms
and all that I can see
are strangely foreing faces
falling upon my lips
in misty shadowed eclipse
like drops of acid rain
and all that I can hear
are echoes of their voices
vibrating within me
like eyes of the hurricane
Crowded city streets
unkind ruthless walls of concrete
drapes of gray and halls of steel
no shapes, no trees, no air, no feel
only those strange foreign faces
ghosts of smiles from faraway places
I´ll never see
vibrating within me
Crowded city streets
and light is just a rare wishful dream
and night is just a trick
of neon quiver and toxic plasma gleam
only strange unfamiliar faces
of ghosts from distant forbidden places
blurred in the void
in emptiness of crowd
Crowded city streets
there is no reason for me
to stay to walk
to pray to talk
no place for me
in this crowds of colour and gaze
in this void of awed and amaz
Mr. FrostThe cellar, is far more suitable than the attic, but if they prefer the attic, let them have it. It makes no difference to me. Even when they come rattling down the staircase after dark, running dried chalky fingertips, along split cracked walls, or standing motionless behind closed doors with only blackness in their eyes. As if salvation lay on the other side. How amusing they are in the beginning, but their echoes become fewer and fewer as the days grow long. Until they no longer speak the name, Mr. Frost and I know, it's time to kill again.
A Racial StereotypeHe is a bumbling idiot.
He never gets anything right
Even the simplest of endeavors
Becomes a full out catastrophe.
And he speaks
As if there is not a single language
In The Galaxy
He has properly learned.
They look at him,
And see a stereotype.
A poor reflection of something black.
I look at him,
And I see a seven foot tall lizard.
If I could speak plainly:
Jar Jar Binks
Is not a racial stereotype.
There is no universe
Where that makes
Any amount of sense.
And you look at me,
I could see it.”
If you do not see
The irony here
Then allow me to explain you something.
If you see idiot,
And think black
Are the racist one here.
And blaming someone else
Now don’t pretend
You are blind to race
Do not try to play like
The soldier in this war
You don’t even know what side you’re fighting for.
A racial stereotype
Is a misleading representation
Of an ethn
Fourteen It's BeenFourteen it's been
It's time to grin
No pink was seen
All so soon ends
For it is you
Whom my will bends
Not this time
No more lust
Because this time
Might be our last
Just a hug nothing more
No loss of innocence
Like on that shore
A mere coincidence
Those cannot be
Yet still it is
Fourteen months it's been
Since that last chance
Which I missed
Won't get again
In a few more days
I've been in chains
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