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Hope (I Won't)I won't let a razor blade
Take away this life I've made.
I won't let the shame and guilt
Ruin everything I've built.
I won't let being wrong
Stop me from being strong.
I won't let sorrow and pain
Resurrect the demons that I've slain.
I won't let ugly spite
Tell me that I'm not right.
I won't let the dark past
Make my endless hurt last.
I won't let this noose
Leave me hanging loose.
I won't let the world win;
My life is only just about to begin.
BeautyHow enlightened have I been this day,
What ignorance have I harbored here,
What naïveté to the uttered phrase,
To which I so freely lent my tongue:
Of shining heavens in northern skies,
Of frigid homelands painted frost,
Of darkness, sweet, impassioned night,
And heaving squalls of sighing seas.
What beauty have I thought to know,
And all that I have yet to see,
Thrill me not, with certainty,
'Tis is all for naught, now I see thee!
Little StarYou think you're the star,
Flying way up high.
Nothing can touch you.
You own the sky.
Your colors are bright,
no one shines brighter.
You're number one....
till you go a bit higher.
Farther in the sky,
there are stars that shine true,
and you cannot compare.
You're just little old you.
Those stars are huge.
You'll never compare.
Don't even try.
Don't even dare.
You're small and weak.
They're big and strong.
Your shine is meek,
and theirs is long.
So just give up.
There's nothing to do.
You're not good enough,
yes, it's true.
It's not true at all.
Those stars may be big,
but keep standing tall.
You're a star too,
no matter the size.
Don't believe the insults.
Don't believe the lies.
Yes your shine is unique,
and done your own special way,
and that's all that really matters
at the end of the day.
So shine your best little star,
and know this to be true.
You may not be perfect,
but you're perfectly you.
In Dreams, I flyIf I believe I can fly, then let me
What does it matter to you if I fall?
If my heart lies in the sky, forget me.
For then I wont remember you at all.
Your love is today, but what for morrow
Your promise is now, but what for tonight?
These lies you speak do fill me with sorrow
But up in the stars, my hopes lie so bright.
In sleeping away the cold December
My slumber lies all my worries to rest.
Inside of me, my heart cant remember
The last time the sun came up from the west
If I believe I can be what Im not
Forget me for life, and the love I sought.
Of Angels, Demons, and LoveI.
Hush, don't make a sound.
Let the wind play its lullaby,
for the moon to shine so bright,
and light the way for them
towards the safe haven they share.
Can't you hear them?
They're closeby, listen
to the silence that greets
their arrival tonight.
But maybe, and just maybe
if you listen very carefully,
you might hear their story
being whispered among the trees.
Of a love so legendary,
it could set Heaven ablaze,
of battles so fierce, no one
thought they might cease.
But the fates spoke, and
their hearts met in a single beat.
He was the king of Hell,
A creature of darkness and fear,
His life spent in bloodshed and battles,
never caring for a cry or a plea.
Bathing in a sea of blood and tears.
The king had no weakness to be told
She was a blazing angel of light,
So pure and tender, never knew what hate was like.
Fighting so the Lord's word could prevail,
always aiming towards the dying daylight.
Yet the wheel of time spun, and she fell astray
from the m
Hard TimesI see you’ve been weeping for some time now
You’re all torn out and cold
Even if all you see is darkness
You’re the bit of light that’s shining
And I know you don’t have control
But you can't just let go
Because if one day you do, you might lose yourself
Then I’ll be left alone, with no one to hold.
I'm fineYou say I don't understand you
and I probably don't
But how can I ever begin to understand
if you never tell me anything?
Are you okay?
How am I supposed to know
if you always tell me
what you think I want to hear
Tell me how everything is falling apart
how you hate everything
Just don't tell me lies
I can't help you
when all you show me
is a wall
I can't help you
unless you help me first
Help me understand
even if I never truly will
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
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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