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Watercolored eyesThe contours of her hips, such skin of porcelain and glass.
The reflected eyes of a wary worried child, of a scared lizard gaping, attempting to take in the world seven times larger than he.
Freckles dance on raised cheekbones and muscles pull the microscopic threads to twitch the dark eyebrow into an organized mass of hair.
Concentration, the reflection on watery wet spheres of the earth attempting to breath through polluted air and corrupt schemes.
Muttered schemes, haunting the trees and make even its oxygen seem like poison with whispers of lies and deceit.
Letting down that child of yours making them cry on that one insignificant birthday.
The universe swirling in a mass rage of what the actual fuck as that damn energizer bunny stops banging on that fucking drum.
The overworked space with not enough work put into it gives out, a mass collision of senselessness and worthlessness.
Underappreciation from even that tiny lizard.
The screaming birds begging for us to listen
UnfortunatelyBut, unfortunately, my mind is poisoned by sin and corrupt from insanity.
My soul is spread too thin and thrives with a murderous lust of death.
And my heart grows gradually numb from a temptation's toxins and the serpents venom.
There will not be much left for you to care for, dear.
I keep telling you, I'm a disease.. an addiction.
Both of which result in destruction.
MachinesMoments of bliss are worth fighting and wanting for.
Skin intertwined a delicious mess of fabric leave hopeless lovers searching for something they'll never find, only to be whisked away into subconscious delusions of a self discovered truth in the matter or simple opinions desired to be somehow shared with the separate souls.
Words attempting to convey the drowning bickering thoughts someone once called sanity as time comes down to simple grains of sand.
Take your time child, we have forever to express and longer to dream when time no longer exists in the woven machinery somewhere in boggled minds of the most hypocritical factories that create this pitiful human existence.
What bliss; bliss.
WithdrawlThe priest's teary eyes and choked up throats catch the swarm of lies.
Such a pity, the sinner must repent from his nest of stupidity.
A fucked earth watches ash as rain when God watches in utmost disdain.
PredeterminationTell me child, what white words do you scream?
Blinding blackness detracts glossed eyes. Numb expressions.
Nerve endings of microscopic measures fail to recognize metal.
Two clicks of the barrel locks a target in place. Count.
Frozen tears fall upon pale noses. A moment in time.
Crisp air lingers in dampened locks of braids.
Weave chilled wind throughout her delicate bones.
Glued soles upon etched stone leaves the traveler far from home.
Chalked arrows guide you, my love.
Beware the falling sands of time.
Soon colors filter as senses fade to grey.
ExcerptOh this fine air is such a crisp Autumn. Breathless swirls of oxygen and ice blend beautifully in a harmonized dance of something we call wind. Bliss; bliss.
The PartingAnd so the kiss upon his lips seals the deal for she'd rather end her life than live like this.
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
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
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?
...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-
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
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
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
ExceptionWere all composed of the same simple organic matter, but you my love.
Are created with the beautiful crystal from the most uncommon ore,
mixed with wings of fish gliding about an unreachable sea,
and sprinkled with stardust falling from a twinkling twilight as the sun and moon greet each other good riddance.
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