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One or the OtherIt's not one or the other
I must have more choices
a variety of different decisions
I refuse to be placed
put into a box
waiting to be check marked from the list
And once you place me there
I'm not allowed to leave
stuck in bold letters of common enemies
But there is in-between the lines
and gray areas
keeping us away
from limited options
Tell me I am different
I have my own categories
too unique to just "fit in"
I'm better than pre-created place holders
ignorant stereotypes given
by simple minded people
Am I not allowed to fall in between
be that gray area in your black and white painting
I can't deal with being one thing
Already picked out for me
I can never change
just the same everyday
Defined by what's in between my legs
or what hangs off my shoulders one day
but maybe not the next
how do you see me?
You can keep your
"one or the other"
because I am the god damn rainbow in your black and white photo
stay away from me with your minimal selection
and only options
I can be
Mother NatureTree ring eyes
and quivering leaves
as his ax reopens wounds
Sap flows down her cracked face
sticky tears of age
slowly falling to earth
in a silent cry for help
Caramel Tongue and Candy Apple CheeksThe words are sticky in my mouth
Caramel flavored hopes that are soon to be swallowed
pulling at my teeth
clogging my throat
You come closer
your scent is overwhelming
melting the stickiness until it is flowing warmly over the back of my throat
but my lips are still stuck together
My mind is working overtime
as to not to spit out these embarrassing chewed up thoughts
I am still trying to swallow
but they are coming back up
Oh god you're getting closer
brown orbs filled to the brim with dark chocolate
my eyes are now glued to yours
like they are the last thing left to hold on to
as I fall off this cliff
And in to your lips I suppose
considering they are now on mine
maybe my brain is still working on overload because I'm just standing here
unsure and about to pass out
because I just realized
Your lips are on mine
And now it's just bliss
our eyes are closed and I need something to hold on to
I grab on to your shoulders
but then it's over
you're pulling away and I am chewing on cara
She's Already LeftI'm done
it hurts and I don't care
they tell me I have no depth
but they don't understand
I'm the little girl who watched the windows break
shattering bones and glass
I'm the one who watched as they took her away and I could hear screaming,
red and blue lights echoing through my eyes
The one with lonely nights spent breathing
my head waiting for my heart but nothing's clicking
I can't move forward
I can't go on when my feet are stuck to the floor
glue made of sweet blood has me reeling
it's on me
my hands are drenched in someone else's pain
She doesn't remember
all those times when I needed her
I can't hold on to something that's not there
she's not there
Not even a gasp escapes my lips at this sight
I feel like there is no surprise anymore
when all I see is slacked jawed mouth and closed eyes
I've had this nightmare too many times
But not as much as it should
if only her hand had not played a part in erasing
where the shock once stood
turning it into expectation
Endless LakeDip your toes in the icy depths of poetry
let it sting with it's truth
start to comfort you with it's twisting metaphors
I have yet to leave this serene lake of words
Ripples turning into voices
spoken with enough force to push me under
make me gasp for breath as the lines finish
Poetry becomes us
becomes love and hate
souls holding on to anything that's left
My hands glide across the water
feeling it's pulse
the beat of a heart romanticizing and utilizing the words
we have learned to make
Fading into an ever-lasting tremor
the tremble you hear when emotion becomes too much
Waiting in the pause
silence before the question
that one question that you know will haunt you
Hold the air in your lungs
the waters grasp has slipped
from around your chest
Breathe while you can
before the grip of a poets tongue
can pull you under once again
Maggots in the MorgueIs it the spark or the twinkle in the eye
that I eat?
dreams and hopes now faded
being devoured by my minuscule mouth
all metaphorically of course
I eat the actual eye
dull and glassy
marbles polished with a gray layering of dust
in a now vacant mind
I start at the pupil
a small black hole waiting to swallow me up
maybe I will eat some of the iris too
but not to much
as not to overindulge
considering that is the best part
Brown, green, blue
a mix of all or none
but always different
unique, some may call it
but it all tastes the same in the end
After that I start going straight through
never mind the glossy white surroundings
the soft squishiness on the inside is so much better
As I lay there
chewing on the tender veins and juices
I think about how this place is supposed to be like the holder of emotions
the place where you can see anger, sadness, or happiness on the rare occasion
That's what you think you may see
when the eye was still blinking
But now it is lifeless
or do I just seem uninhibited
making myself into this
Polite, friendly on top
quiet and a little off underneath
most of my time spent thinking
But I can never come to a conclusion
where do I lie?
on the other side maybe
then again I could still be here
Hanging on by threads
slowly being cut away by society
how cliche that sounds
No, it's not society
but even I didn't expect who really held the knife
chopping the ropes I clung to
Hopes for a mistake
a glitch in the process of thought
leading me to this undenyingly painful ending
that has hurt me in ways I have yet to understand
I wait in the clouds
becoming quieter, more distant
trying to find another solution to the maze
a weed hacker perhaps
Cutting away everything as if it doesn't matter
ripping down his face
I am lost
lines blurred by my incessant...trimming
my labyrinth has become endless circles
going around each other
An exit has to be made
so now I will dig
going down and down
deeper into my own mind
Candle Bones and Wax FleshShe spoke of the fire in her bones, a savage electricity sparking in her skeleton.
Insults hurled like bullets between them,
resentment igniting like gunpowder.
Her heart beats blue beneath her ribs; a raw, pulsing meat.
Her lips quiver, furious and trembling.
She struggles to reply but
there's fire on her tongue and lead anchors in her lungs.
She screams, flames rupturing from her esophagus,
heat seething from her bones.
She shrieks scorched flesh from between her teeth,
pausing to acknowledge ashes at her feet.
"The useless remains of what used to be alive."
If youIf you were the sun, I want to be your sky
If you were the moon, I want to be the stars
If you were a performer, I want to be your stage
If I was the moon, youd be the sun
If I was a leaf, you would be the gentle breeze that blows me away
If I was lost, would you look for me?
If love was the opening act, wed be the main event
If there was a painting, wed be the colors
If you loved me, my world would be all light.
All Your False PromisesYou say you love me
Yet you call other girls cute.
You treat me second best
Like I'm not worth a damn.
You said you won't leave
And then you changed your mind.
I hope you regret things
When I'll find someone else.
If I hadn't known better
I'd say you liked to use me
To simply make you feel better
That your ex dumped you first.
Your promises were bullshit,
You never cared about me.
If you thought I was special
Then why did you walk out?
If you knewIf you knew my feelings,
would you feel the same?
Would you hold me close,
or push me away?
If you knew my fears,
would you comfort me?
Would you tell me itd be alright
or leave me alone?
If you know my thoughts
would you accept me as me?
Would you think of me as less
and ignore me completely?
If you knew my desires
would you try to fulfill them,
or would you turn away,
disgusted by my longing
If you knew my love for you,
would it be returned?
would your love be forever
or would you leave me in the dust?
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders
The tenderness that's herWith every word written, with every word spoken
I try my best to express myself, without it being broken
For what I feel is deep in my heart, is love that I want to be showing
Every day it develops, every day I feel more loving
Is the tenderness of passion, which I’ve never felt before
A feeling that I got from a girl who I truly adore
Beautiful as a rose and gentle as a peaceful dove
My heart gets filled with warmth, a feeling I describe as love
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve seen, that’s as simple as I can be
So very cute and filled with joy, she’s the only girl who I want to see
Her adorable smile that always cheers me up, she’s the only one I need
She’s everything I ever wanted, I thank god that he gave her to me
Gilded cageFrom far away, the moonlight still manages to find
A trace of the girl all the world left behind.
The essence of her voice, the glow within her eyes,
She is the living paragon of all they despise
And once she found out, she was simply disgusted
Of all those empty words from the people she trusted.
But oh, little birdie, there's no need for rage,
You've been trapped all along inside this gilded cage.
The smiles you encountered, the love you received
Were by no means affectionate, you've been deceived.
Though life is unmerciful, you used to rejoice
So tell me, if given the chance what would be your choice?
Would you prefer this lie and indulge happily in your youth
Or live on begrudgingly knowing the truth?
If Tears Left ScarsIf tears left scars,
I'd be ugly.
If tears left scars,
I'd never want the attention I'd be given.
If tears left scars,
I'd be a monster.
If tears left scars,
You wouldn't come near me.
If tears left scars,
I'd hear the whispers of people when I'm around.
If you saw me,
with scars from the tears I cry,
What would you do?
Would you make those sad, burning tears
into warm tears of laughter and joy and
make those scars disapper?
hushi'm done wishing
on shooting stars, and
i want to be done with you:
i'll let dust settle
on my telescope,
let dust settle in
my throat, my lungs.
twist your fingers through
my vocal cords,
press your palm to
my lips and tell me, hush
don't wish on things
falling too fast
to hear you
maybe i'll wish
they are quiet houses
for muted ghosts, though
more alive than you
have ever been.
i'll let you
pull me under,
paint my eyes
with salt, blind me
so you can murmur, shh
even dead things
can be beautiful
Suffocate MeJust hold tighter
hold me down
pin me to the ground
It's what I'm used to
after hours of being forced to listen
to the sound of my own crying
my own screams
screams tearing my throat
I can still feel the blood dripping
no matter how many times I scrub my skin
I still see hand prints
Close up the hole within me
smother it into oblivion
cover it with your own body
That's what I'm used to
hands clutching my throat like it's holding him to earth
if he let's go...
no, it doesn't matter he never let go
Feeling the flow of air
from his lungs to my face
breath on me
make me take in only your oxygen
that's what I'm used to
Used to forced entry
to grunts of pleasure
cries of lost hope
cries of pain
him calling names
Call me names
say I'm your ho, your slut,
say I'm only yours
no one else
show me how much I belong to you
That's what I'm used to
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