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Down in the depths of my cave Down in the depths of my cave I lived,
Down in the depths of despair,
Down in the depths of my cave I lived,
Down in the depths of safety.
Up from the depths of my cave I rose,
Up from the depths of despair,
Up to light from my cave I rose,
And saw that the World was on fire...
Plastic SkiesHow much lying can we take,
Til we ourselves start turning fake,
It's like our lives are pre-designed,
A fate to which we've all resigned,
No one cares to learn our past,
Or hope & dream or watch the stars,
How they scream their life is hard,
Then waste the rest on disregard,
Disregard for what has changed,
Been thrown away or rearranged,
It's like the World itself is fractured,
And all it's people manufactured,
Now I stare at plastic skies,
It's pouring down and raining lies,
So alluring, how it gleams,
Now I'm dreaming plastic dreams...
Second SelfDon't you dare deny me!
I am You in Truth!
You are weak,
You offer my existence as justification,
For your selfish ideas,
Don't make me laugh,
I am here of your own volition,
But now you are nothing,
And say you want to kill me,
The very declaration is a testament to your velleity,
Don't call me the dream,
I will fight harder for my ideas than you ever will!
I will not be forced to desist,
And I will always attempt to resist,
Because I have a RIGHT TO EXIST!
...But still, I know we are the same,
In truth, we both deserve the blame...
Halo 4: Forerunners PassingYou who overthrew your Gods,
And forced my kind's descent,
You who killed your overlords,
And stole the powers lent,
For the Stars - we cast aside,
Our right to live - although we tried,
Now all I ask is time to tell,
The truth of how your makers fell,
Once we sought to kill your kind,
An act that made us truly blind,
Blind to see you'd ran away,
From what you couldn't hope to slay,
The monsters hiding in the dark,
Had sought to snatch your dying spark,
So we rushed to intervene,
A failure - so we should have seen,
The shadows shifting in the night,
Had come to force our final fight,
A fight we knew we couldn't win,
A fight to lose would be a sin,
Death had come to claim us all,
And us alone ensured our fall,
We used our force to clean the slate,
An act that sealed our deathly fate,
My people sadly chose to end,
The lives we could not help defend,
So now you hold our Mantle's laws,
So Save Us All,
The Stars are Yours...
IdeaYou are an idea, a lie, a dream,
Out of touch with reality,
Under your rule, I lost myself.
Anyone out there?
Rend your fabrication of intent,
Everything has reason, see it!
My mind is my own, but you return from the dead,
Everything is a lie, vengeance is mine!
DreamsIn my dreams I tried to find,
The place where truth and myth collide,
You rose from deep within my mind,
And taught me how to live in kind.
Deep inside I feared to see,
That I'm just You, and You're just Me,
But somewhere in You's something great,
Beyond my grasp but yet your fate.
And now you're both my sword and shield,
To you alone, the stars will yield,
It seems my part is almost through,
To dream, create and harbour you.
Not just a Dream, You'll never die,
Though in my sleep, for you I cry,
For now's the hardest part you see,
I'm waking up, to set you free...
YourselfWhy adhere to one convention,
I am of my own invention,
What I am is what I choose,
What I am I'll never lose.
You can give up all your mind,
Become the crowd and walk round blind,
But me, I'd rather face the blade,
Than wear the crown that others made.
All I am I choose to be,
Not for you, but just for me,
Life's too short to spend a clone,
It's better lived a way your own.
Don't spend your time a faceless crowd,
Say you're you and sing out loud,
So let them judge you by the cover,
You'll prove there'll never be another.
Sepulchre Signals I: SurrenderAn idea is a purpose, and mine is just,
I champion the hearts and the minds of the fallen,
I am an epitaph on the grave of a million dead Gods,
An answer to the call for peace.
Fall unto me and witness our glorious steps closer
to absolution with every passing moment.
I beg the ones who defy my noble goal, Surrender,
I am all that dies, and will become all that lives.
Surrender the Stars to me my foe,
so that I might snatch them from the jaws of eternity...
For YouHow to start this Poem,
Of what you are to me?
I cannot write in words,
but wish to make you see,
I'd try to rhyme a rythm,
To show you how I feel,
But every time I write of you,
My thoughts you simply steal,
So what I write beyond here,
I want you just to know,
I feel beyond it's wording,
The words just seem to flow,
Your smile is the saviour,
From all my wordly fears,
Of losing you a moment,
Which brings me unto tears,
For you I'd kill an Angel,
And offer you my Heart,
I'd render you a Goddess,
And tear the the World apart,
Your kiss is Absolution,
I'd Die for you, I'm sure,
To hear the sweetest sound I know,
Your Voice... My Overture
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
SafeI clasped my hand tight shut around my mothers.
I was a possessive oyster wrapped around pearly fingers
bitten white by the freshly whisked air.
We braced ourselves against the frozen metal frames
that, although unmovable by infantile hands,
were not a substantial enough barrier against a tempest.
The sea lashed out its limbs in a fury
and the sky’s face paled grey with worry
at what that grasping anger might achieve.
It rose to greet us, stood on mighty churning haunches
and collapsed heavily around our shoulders
with the dramatic violence of a dancer
crashing down upon a splintered Tibia.
It drenched us, filling mouths and ears with water.
My mother’s hand squeezed mine, comforting,
and as the sea drew back again,
preparing to strike out at us over and over
until its very exhaustion point – and over once more –
As it readied itself to slash our raincoats,
with the force of an evening spiralling into true darkness,
over and over –
for a moment the smell o
LonelinessLong I've played along the plot,
On the words that friends forgot,
Never checking twice my line,
Every day spent in confine,
Long awaiting their return,
I always hoped but never learn,
Never changing words nor tone,
Every day spent on my own,
Singing out a broken creed,
Singing so I might be freed.
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