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Imaginary FriendCloaked with prowling imagination, of which consumes me with every waking moment, laughed upon
For longing illusions brought out by pure innocent amusement, what nothingness to the eye is but a jar
Of enclosed fascination to those at present, what comes and goes is yet believed to be swallowed lost
Foolishness, to such nonsense longs to await my soul, for sorrow after sorrow brings nothing but longing
Whims of pain, and then comes forth out of my dreams my whimsical friend, so fictitious and strange
But as real and energetic as to touch our pound of flesh, now but a memory locked away in the dimness
Of childhood, oh how I wish to bring my misapprehended companion back again……
Something far worse that chills the blood, a synthetic shell to hold a corpse inside, now
Just a mockery to delusion, wasting away above the surface, turning into lubricants of dust,
Poor doubtless soul, being seen to only terrorize the eyes, broadened amongst human tissue,
Head and body torn apart from the perils of the world, leaving nothing but an already gloomed
Decaying skull, anonymous to the realms of society, allured to the death of the missing......
Plea from the DyingDays into years, I have wasted too much time locked away in pains delight, an innocent soul now lost
Into the wonders of dreams, only now a dying specter enveloped in the mists of phantoms light, tucked
Away to succumb to the shadows, which haunts my soul in this weary dimension, why do you torment
Me now as I am but asleep, but oh how your unsoundness of fun, has turned to mere insanity, which in
Time I am sure will haunt you, and come to remember me, for you have cut off my hopes and dreams,
For I will invade your dreams, can you but open your eyes and see that you have closed a door that will
Never open, for I am gone and shall never return….
Battered RosesNothing now but battered roses fallen to the beatings of society, longing to be saved from such
Departed canvases for now no longer whole but cut in half, torn apart only to see scattered bloody
Pieces floating away amongst the floor, why should I wake when I am half past dead, for ailing misery
Knows no such company, just another pretty face, dying amongst the presence of horrid composers,
Every piece broken off, is the tormenting of a bellowing heart, I pray someone will pick up the pieces
And understand such indisposed sufferings…..
Shoot to KillShoot to kill for nobody would miss a little person, flying through the midst of such like ones in this
Realm of fallen pieces, who would care for there is no difference between me and them, I am but a
Card lost in the deck of which nobody misses, fighting off the perils of labor, for I am the one beaten
To oblivion, I was born here and I cannot escape, but I will maybe now because I hate this place,
Sickening to be around souls wanting mute attention, being forced to live in this place is forcing me
To be so alone and forgotten…..
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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