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Enough heartI just haven't enough heart to do it.
Forgive me, but I can't
and it's because of everything that you meant to me.
I know you are waiting.
Under the rain, under the same sun.
And same night.
Maybe I am wrong, maybe it's colder to you.
But I can't do nothing...
I still think about so many things you said
and all the promises I have broken.
All the times we lied to each other.
And I left you in the dark.
It's not fair.
But I can't tell you the truth.
What kind of value would have
to say that I tried?
It's a fact.
You wouldn't believe me anyway.
And if you would.
That wouldn't make me feel better.
It's okay, now that we're both hurt
There's no need to cry and blame us,
we could just go by separate ways
But I'm such a coward.
And I still have a heart that feels
Not a stone, like some other people has.
That's why I can't say goodbye.
TripCome with me, far away
from this world
nobody will see us,
far behind your secrets and mine.
I won't pretend
to break my poor heart again.
You won't lie
because there's only truth
in your eyes.
My new friend,
I wish my verses could die on your skin
like my kisses try to do.
Wish my words could reach your embrace
like my heart did in that cold starry night.
Our sky was covered of milk and diamonds
surrounded by pure black.
And now nothing will break this silence
because it's ours too.
The world will stop just because
this is more than a simple meeting
it's my soul in yours
but your soul in mine.
It can be for two as well.Why wait with the angst running through your veins
and paint your soul with the deepest blue
When it can be a game for two?
I'll be yours as long you'll be just mine.
Whenever you can kiss me with the same lips that open in red laughter
and are brave enough to tell the truth, I'll trust you.
So if you ever need shelter you won't have to knock twice.
If you want love you won't have to beg.
Because I'll be your sun through the rain
and everything to embrace this love
and you'll be the mirror where i'll find the same
you'll be my moon, my very own refugee
my night, my stars and all my hope.
It's not too much what I ask for,
what I dream of, because it can come true.
I know it requires simply two souls.
So come and hold my hand whoever you are
before I'm gone.
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wanted
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Young JanuaryI saw her at the local supermarket
She could have been no older than ten
She was buying some refreshing beverages
To quench the thirst of herself and her friends
On this summers day they had waited outside
Lacking patience they were shouting her name
‘January, hurry up we have to go home!’
From the shop young January soon came
Rushing past me at the speed of her childhood
My lonely heart skipped a beat or two
Either from her soft brown hair that touched my arm
Or the smile she gave as she passed through
Did I hurry through my shopping on purpose
In order to catch young January up?
Fumbling my loose change as I left the store
The cashier complained I’d given her too much
I feel everyone’s eyes boring in to me
So away from the store I swiftly fled
Knowing fine well that I should just return home
But something made me follow the girl instead
Pretending to read the receipt in my hand
I watched closely in the corner of my eye
Which way would young January be walking
The Cold, Hard TruthThere are no happy endings,
the fairy tales all lied.
Cinderella is still a slave,
Snow White, the Beast, and the Mermaid died.
Sleeping Beauty never woke,
Because Philip never kissed her,
Alice didn't find Wonderland,
the Rabbit must have missed her.
Peter's still in Neverland
with the Lost Boys, growing older.
The Snow Queen's heart didn't thaw,
the world keeps getting colder.
Rapunzel is still in her tower,
her long blonde hair gone gray.
The captive princess has lost hope,
there was no prince to save the day.
Falling StarsTwinkle, twinkle, the stars fall down
Down into the ocean, where we shall drown
Over and over until we awake
In a place, where we will break.
Your tears are the stars and your smile the sun
There is no happiness, for sorrow has begun.
Run, run, child! Run away now!
Please do not do this! Please do not allow —
Bang! Bang! The gun goes off.
So, child, let those stars takeoff.
Peace is a lieHello there, why don’t we take a walk?
While we take a walk, I would really like to talk.
Did you ever asked yourself what is wrong with this world?
Why people are so screwed up in the head and their thoughts are twirled?
It is no secret that the world is at war.
And falling down are the masks that they wore.
Something in their heads seems to be broken.
Humanity is a monster and it has been woken.
When you think about it everything is a lie.
The only question you will have is: why?
Everyone is hoping for the big release.
But don’t be stupid, there is no peace.
Wind GrownQuiet grown
With green and ground
The ash and sound
Until the green has 'nother play
A wat'ry stream
Down with a tide
Across the beam
The first to know the last of one
Breath of space
Carved by your arm
A heady place
Awaits no harm
Because no eyes will watch or plea
Wind is wrapt
Around you braced
By time that kept
You wings misplaced
One cannot fly where wearies went
Height and breadth
Come with the stars
While nourished wealth
From flanks and far
The form is kept but not the brain
Stones will crack
Under your weight
Streams run black
The light you take
Unknown on high there's but your will
The path you made
Will flood and break
No more remained
Your flanks are slaked
Come back when you are broke and burned
Now hole refilled
Where life was held
The ash was forged
Until the wind the self will stay
OldOne learns in life that there's nothing to be learned.
That once you won everything there is nothing to be earned.
That all your lessons in life were unconcerned.
Memories and pictures in the attic must now be burned.
One thinks that there is nothing to think about.
Because the things they think are now allowed.
Because they are stuck when they want to be unbound.
When they want to lift themselves off the ground.
You'd never thought your young heart could grow old
And when the unspoken truth is being told,
You're labeling them as bold, heartless or cold.
You're scared of death. After all it's foretold.
ParasiteWhen the day turns into night,
it begins, the everyday fight.
They begin to talk in my head.
If anybody found out they would tell me I’m mad.
I don’t know if the one who thinks is me.
Can’t these voices just let me be?
Speaking and confusing my thoughts.
For me these things are only frauds.
What if the things that I think are not mine?
Should I just lay here and whine?
I think they corrupted my soul.
No, maybe even my body as a whole.
This is the side of me that I have never shown.
At times like these it is dangerous to be alone.
My head feels like it’s blown off with dynamite.
I don’t know, maybe my brain is occupied by a parasite.
Little BirdLittle bird,
where have you flown?
how much have you grown?
How is your broken wing?
The one that I cared for,
that I put in a sling.
do you think of me
as I do you?
Do you wonder where I've gone,
what I've gone through?
do visit me again;
you've been the only one
I've ever loved;
my only true friend.
Shadows of the BluesAlways coming back
to the shadows of the blues.
Remembering and hoping
there's more than a closed door now.
More than music
it was the feeling
which left trapped anyone
between your charms
making your guitar cry
at the same time you gave
stories from your soul.
You still there
somewhere, deep inside in people's heart...
Your art will come to mind.
Whenever someone needs to feel
in that sensation again.
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