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Pink RibbonPink ribbon of support and care
Constant reminders always there
Purple hair bow clipped on
The memories will always dawn
Make up streaked along the face
Where confused tears had chosen to place
Memories perch inside the heart
Always reluctant with them to part
Sadness always replaces emotion
Giving way to new devotion
Friends and family lend their ears
Letting you spill all your fears
Tears are given comfort and welcome
After days you seem numb
But the signs keep returning
And the tears they are yearning
Though your emotions make your head spin
Through the end, the future will begin.
On Hallow's EveCome follow us into the corn maze
Through bristly leaves of corn we'll gaze
As night goes on the dead will raise
And turn the silence into craze
All On Hallow's Eve
The full moon looms high in the sky
And parting clouds begin to pass by
The darkest night will cloud your eye
All On Hallow's Eve
Screams begin to stir the rats
The sky soon fills with screeching bats
And you will spot the smooth black cats
All On Hallow's Eve
The disastrous night you will spend
Searching for your friend
Too early for the end
All On Hallow's Eve
The chaos has grown silent
The dead have come and went
A spooky night well spent
The End. Of Hallow's Eve...
Cry Me RealLet me cry. I'll cry me real.
My emotions. This is how I feel.
Don't tell me again. I know.
But even if you are right. The hurt, it will always show.
Don't listen to them. That is what they all say.
But I am not going to try. That game, I will not play.
This is who I am. That I am of sure.
These tears let go my innocence, a sign of being pure.
Don't tell me they don't mean it. For that just is not true.
You probably would cry as well, if they said it to you.
I don't just want to shrug it off. That just would not be right.
I will not stand up to them, but I will not go without a fight.
My tears, they bring me comfort, in a way no words can do.
So please don't try to stop me. It is something unchangeable by you.
Me.I am insecure.
My hair isn't completely straight.
My eyes are not normal.
I don't smile a lot.
My makeup isn't perfect, nor is my skin.
I have big feet and I tower over many friends.
I cry a lot and let my emotions get the best of me.
I hurt easily.
I have braces.
My teeth do not touch in the front.
I am quiet.
I don't talk in class.
I can't stand up for myself.
My chest is small.
But I am a person and I DO have feelings. If you belittle and disrespect me....You are less of a person. Because I am ME, so like it or not, that is the way it is.
InsanityThe whispering is back. Soft, loud, inaudible. Whispering. I look around and no one is there. The whispering goes on. Secrets, warnings, reminders. I try to pay attention, but the voice just becomes incomprehensible. Who are you!? No one answers. Speaking to myself. Wondering aloud. What are you saying? What do you want? The voice continues. Close in my ear now. I look around. Still no one. Why are you talking? Where are you!? Nothing. Just me. No one else. Loss of my sanity. The whispering goes on.
Promise?You would tell me if you were hurting, right?
You would warn me if you were scared, right?
You would promise me that you would come to school the next day, no matter what they tell you, right?
Promise me you won't ever do something bad to yourself.
Promise me that you won't let the stories that HE tells you make you want to give up.
Don't cry over the setting sun. Don't fall asleep with tears on your cheeks. Don't create thoughts of sadness, or death and violence. Don't make friends with strangers from far away. Don't let the old man on the corner change your mind about who you are. Don't let people abuse you. But....
Most of all...........Don't leave me alone.....
UniverseTrace your fingers
upon a star
Paint a galaxy
Draw a universe
of your very own
Ink new life you
can call home
Chalk a planet
and craft a new
Color the world
and make it blue
You're the god of your own
Your'e the god
it's up to you
Make them Wise Listen to natures cries
Get through peoples lies
As we open our eyes
Fix the ones who thinks its amazing if someone dies
A Brave, Miniscule WorldHave you ever imagined, ever at all
What it would be like to be real small
Where you had to fend for your life
Where the light bulb glowed, like the edge of a knife
Where the action figures are the size of gods
Where there is no love, no peace, no rest, no laws
Where the dust mites will give you a good fight
You’ll battle all day and all of the night
Where from the top of your bed, you’ll see the land
Of sights so beautiful, so vivid, so grand
But, with one slip, you’re falling to death
With the mites eat your bones on your very last breath
Where the garbage is a cesspool, so vile
Where the shag carpet is longer than the Nile
Where the closet is the biggest of caves
Where shuffling through your laundry
Where vacuums are hurricanes, fearful and strong
Where fans on high lead to winters so long
Where glue is like quicksand, forever trapped there
Can you imagine a world if you dare?
A miniscule land of an endless quest
A huge but small world with a periling test,
Tanka No.1The snow shimmers
ON the frozen ground
Glowing in the winter sun
Waiting for the kids
OctoberOnly reds and golds
Can cure the silence before the cold.
The air shivers in anticipation
Of dark gray skies and freezing breeze
Beauty falls down from the trees
Eternal cycle of life and death
Reaches out to cover the coming of winter.
PupriPlunge into the cool unknown;
dive deep, below the tide.
Down here, so beautifully alone.
In solitary cave, doth hide.
Here, in this golden garden,
this aquatic hound doth play.
Far from the touch of human hand;
a million miles away.
The seaweed, that surrounds him,
melts within his slender frame.
The trees grow tall around him.
The coral calls his name.
In this wild ocean's forest,
the logger’s sound has ceased.
Below the world’s growing unrest
this garden’s still at peace.
Weekend ForsetThere is a place that i use to know
where the trees reach high
and black berries grow
not a care in the world
sing the birds and the stream
all silence denied with a snap
and rustle in the leaves
shards of light kiss the skin
of someone very dear to me
all the while not saying a word
and a feeling that this is all a dream
Grateful MorningUp again, much earlier than I planned,
I wipe away sleep and tame a wild strand.
The dog is barking; it's time for a stroll,
To chase brown lizards, or a green anole.
I can't go back to bed on this beautiful day,
So I water my garden and decide to stay.
As I watch a butterfly, along comes a dove.
He sings to me sweetly, and always of love.
Neighbors are scurrying to rush off to work.
That's no longer my world, and oh what a perk!
I can sit on my porch and watch cars go by,
With coffee, a waffle, and blueberries piled high.
A rogue paper bags bounces along the walk,
Where lies the remnants of hopscotch in chalk.
Then things become quiet, except for the breeze,
Just the swishing of fronds in tall palm trees.
Here on my bench with lots of pillows quite soft,
Tucked away from view in my own little loft.
Surrounded by orchids in many colors bright,
I think I may read, but instead choose to write.
Wanting to remember the beauty of this day,
Some words will stay, while others fly away.
In the StormDark clouds, gangly, looming over
Streets of asphalt, fields of clover
Quarter sized drops of rain
Splatter along the streets once again
People closing all of their doors
Families retire to household chores
Thunder will roll, lightning across the sky will crack
From outside journeys, we all turn back
The darkened clouds do the sky clear of
A bright new rainbow spreading above
Colors stretch both ways for miles
Evolving frowns into newborn smiles.
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