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Where are you now?You are there...
Still standing in front of me always with your beautiful smile.
But you seem to be so dead.
Why do you talk like you don't care anymore?
Or is it me that slept forever,
always being in a nightmare?
Why did your light fade completely?
It's dark out here without you bring me the sunrise..
And it's been so long..
The eternal sunset ended and now it's pitch black..
There is no moon,
my sky is empty.
Only when I look in the past...
Only if I could live in the past...
The restored land of my reborn soulI was in the darkness when you found me.
You became my light.
The sun I waited to rise for so long.
You filled my desert with water, gave color to the sea, life to the plants.
The faceless shadows are gone,
became remnants of a bygone age.
And as the sun rises I begin to feel warm,
I could open my eyes again,
I was able to breathe.
The place that was eating me has now become so beautiful.
I cannot hear whispers anymore,
Finally I was able to stand up, I've got to move forward.
The sun is so bright but it doesn't hurt my eyes.
I could look straight to the sun without fear.
And there it is, the labyrinth of my heart.
I could never find the right path and eventually was thrown into some needles
that were killing me every day.
So I locked the entrance.
Sealed it so well I thought I could never get back there.
I was looking at the gate trembling,
I eventually kneeled.
I reached my hand and I pushed the door trying to break it.
I cracked it but I wa
I am at warI'm at war.
Fighting, pushing away the source of pain that tortured me.
Tired of trying to reason the situation.
Only having one and only goal:
Well someone could predict that could happen in the end.
Someone would wonder why it took so long.
Someone would think that it's insane, that I am insane.
Someone could say that this is enough.
Someone wouldn't care about what other someones would say.
Well, I am these someones... all of them...
And well, what is a war when the opponent doesn't fight back but doesn't leave the battlefield either? The answer is an easy war.. but....
That's why I am carrying a double edge weapon.
Some of the damage I give returns to me.
I can handle that kind of pain, though the irony is
that it's the only pain I wish I didn't have....
Seeing the world from an empty heart
When you have an empty heart everything is different,
the whole world.
In a world with the eternal sunset
when the darkness is your friend
and light is lies,
in a world that silence is the only thing you want to hear.
You can't see the other peoples eyes
and they cannot see the truth behind yours.
You see their lips moving but you can't hear their voice.
But still there is a hope... I think
Words that can't be heardWords can be powerful,
but only when they reach your ear.
you kept walking into the colourless death,
the end of the endless path of manipulation.
if you don't see it you can't feel the danger.
Sometimes I think you're going to look around,
well sometimes I have to wake up
and realise you are still headless.
Seven Deadly SinsAh, there you are. As gorgeous as ever.
You'll be mine in the end, I never say never.
For I'll hunt you down, my beautiful prize,
my pray you are, my deepest desire!
Force I'll use, if I must,
and surely this will fill my LUST.
Oh boy I'm full, I've eaten well,
my eyes deceive me! The food's still there!
Oh how fortunate, it is all mine,
don't you dare touch it, I'll consume each bite.
And I want more, I don't feel agony,
there is no reason for me to cure my GLUTTONY.
Yeah that is good, it is nice and shiny.
I want it mine, even if it is tiny.
Be it gold or power, knowledge or fame,
I want them all! This is not a game.
I'll be the first, I'll take the lead.
Bow now to me and fear my GREED!
And what if I don't want to go?
Maybe I'll move, but nice and slow.
No need to hurry, you should just relax.
Stay here and sleep, feel the pax.
Try to get calm, calm as a moth.
do not fight back, accept your SLOTH.
This is enough! No need to hold it back!
It is time you pay, you ran out of lu
Intelligent levelsIn the intelligent levels:
The lowest level is madness.
Some people are stupid.
Those who are above them are considered normal.
People with higher iq than those are called smart.
The people that surpass them are known as genius.
In the end, the last step is madness again.
It is a pity that if mad people turned more stupid, would not become genius.
Waking up in the truthΦυλακισμένος στο σώμα μου,
αιχμάλωτος τον συνθηκών.
Ένας μαύρος κόσμος
χωρίς φως, ελπίδα, μέλλον, παρόν και παρελθόν.
Έχοντας ανάγκη από έναν ήλιο,
περπατώ μοναχος στην ατέλειωτη έρημο που άφησε
AlwaysOf all the people I've let go
You were always there
You were the one who was always on my mind
I've never felt a connection quite like this
And I've never felt as alone without you here by my side
Lying alone at night
With nothing but thoughts and fears to feed my mind
Fear of not being with you
Thinking about all the memories we'd made so quick
Yet set deep in the foundations of our hearts
I've never felt a connection as I have with you
And I fear I never will again
You will be the last
But I'll make us last
As hearts connected by thoughts in dust
I will make this last
Because I can't go back to the darkness
Now that I've seen light like yours
Stay by my side
her first painshe cries in her room
alone in the middle of the bed
she looks at the computer screen
or photos from the past
she loved to madness
She accepted everything
she confided her intimate secrets
Now there are still memories
in his head
his first love
his first serious relationship
everything is broken
Because a tease
has slept with him
he ruined everything
for a bitch
she falls into an abyss
difficult to overcome
first love, first pain
Why love hurts?
she does not know
she eats chocolate
in watching the tears
fall on her diary
ForgottenThis crushing pain
This endless loss
This hope is vein
Your heart is frost
I love you so
Can't let you go
Can't breathe a word
Tears freely flow
Have you forgotten already
the love we shared?
Have you forgotten already
us, the perfect pair?
Do you even hear me
I'm bleeding inside,
bleeding myself out.
What's lost is lost
But I can't give up.
What's gone is gone
But I still love.
You won't remember
come a few years time
that you broke my heart
and that I tried to die
You won't remember
when all is done
those days of life,
when we still danced
in the sun.
Don't.Don't do anything.
Anything at all.
Don't try to fall.
Don't think it's all over.
Don't try to leave this place.
For all eternity.
We can laugh.
We can think of this as a hoax.
Make it unreal.
Learn how not to feel.
Be happy with ourselves.
Feel joy once more.
How It EndsIs this how it ends?
Singing the blues to myself?
Is this how it ends?
Crying for hours at night just so I'll fall asleep?
Is this how it ends?
Used To - SadI used to have friends
I thought I could trust,
But they faded away
And left nothing but dust.
I used to have dreams
That I treated with care,
But they slipped through my fingers
And I caught nothing but air.
I used to be strong
With a shield nothing could harm,
But now I am weak
For I've been disarmed.
I used to be happy
Successful and smart,
How is it then
That it all fell apart?
10 Poetry Shorts1.
in passion and pain
The black ugly blood
spilled and drank
of a human disease.
I'm happy memory has faded into dreams
because to know that such a perfect dream as you
really did come true
and is so far removed from me
is invitation to insanity
another ripple of decay
like black waves washing away
everything that might be sacred
The hopeless fusion of your presence and absense
much like the untouchable beauty of the stars,
What is it about December
that makes me remember
The flower of hope
Rise to become the flower of hope,
And when the time come
bloom to show us what's valuable in this rotting world.
Save our souls
and protect them against those who are eating us,
and we still don't understand that we are slowly dying.
Show us the true color of happiness
to give us life.
Show off your sweet smell
to let us take our first breath
in our real life.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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