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ChangeWho I was yesterday
I am no longer now
For I have changed today
So merrily and gay
I walked along the bough
Through the darling buds of May
Until I went astray
I walked and walked and now
I've somehow lost my way
My mind has gone array
From this place somehow
To my own dismay
To my heart I must betray
And to my heart no longer allow
Time for child's play
I will not let fear cross my way
And I know exactly how
I will stand tall, declare and say
That I have changed today
Curiosity"Curiosity killed the cat" she thought,
Whilst the rabbit she sought.
"Curiosity killed the cat" she said,
"And now I'll end up dead!"
"Curiosity killed the cat" she spoke,
Whilst she peered behind the oak.
"Curiosity killed the cat!" she screamed,
Though it wasn't as it seemed.
"The cats not dead!" she cried aloud,
And did it look ever proud.
It smiled and gleamed
Its teeth they beamed!
Curiosity did not kill cat she could see,
"So it certainly won't kill me!"
DreamersTo be a dreamer of dreams
Would bring the soul to rest
But nothing is as it seems
Now try to pass the test
The test to find reality
And in this test you'll come to find
What is my morality?
What is body? What is mind?
To dream of sun and moon
And pass this test you can
But perhaps not as soon
When you dream of Wonderland
And to this test be true
When you dream as dreamers do
RealityThe world, it turns, based on dreams
Yet it is never as it seems
Children grow in Wonderland
Yet the world has left it damned
Where children grow and dream and see
Is not our true reality
HomeOne day she hopes her home to find,
A place her heart will now be bind.
A place that's hidden far away
And has yet to see a rainy day.
A land of beauty long divined,
One day she hopes her home to find;
All filled with creatures big and small
Oh how she wishes to see it all!
But every twist and turn
Can make ones heart begin to yearn.
One day she hopes her home to find,
One day soon it will be defined.
She'll begin to see inside her heart
What was there from the start
Wonderland she'll leave behind.
One day she hopes her home to find.
FearI will not fear the things I see
or cower there behind that tree.
I will not cry or scream or flee
like a child from a bee.
I will not be afraid to be
that I can be.
It is my destiny
to show my true identity,
and let myself be free
from the fears I see.
BalanceIn one way you'll go small
The other you will grow
I will not say what way at all
Or stay around to show
You must learn that when you fall
There is only one way you must go
You must balance out the life you choose
And balance what you win and lose.
Death Of AuthorityWhere once I reigned, I now fall
For everyone to see it all
Once risen high, strong and proud
Now snatched away by the crowd
No longer to rule.
Down The Rabbit HoleStrange things are found
When one has a goal
Alice tumbled through the ground
Down that rabbit hole
Down down down she fell
In a swirling tumbling roll
Though she did not scream nor shout nor yell
Down that rabbit hole
Oh her stories would be grand
And she would tell every soul
Of her adventures in Wonderland
Down that rabbit hole
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
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