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FallingRipped away from eternal safety
Like a wild fire engulfing a forest in spring
I was just set free
To immediately be thrown down a pit too deep for me to climb.
Once more feeling the dread in my soul
Claws ripping my flesh from my bones
Soft summer breezes replaced with asphyxiating heat
There is no way out,
There is no way back.
The pain has just begun,
And it is all I'll ever know.
It is not what awaits me that frightens me most,
just what I've lost.
Apathy embrace me, I will never escape.
Glances over velvet skin
The air filled with music and laughter
Easy lifes, lifes of pleasure
Never to be disturbed by struggles or dispair
A safe haven in a world in peril
Fire and pain replaced by the silver bells and breezes.
Fear forever changed to calm
Forever blue skies and lovers laughing
Never ever will we go back again.
FreezingGusts of wind chasing the snow around
Hollow howl through the cracks and hallways
Lonely in ice cold rooms
Staring in to it
The everlasting darkness
The only one still breathing
The darkness has claimed the rest
Chilled to the bone
Not by cold
Chains frozen to the skin
Frost forming on their surface
Getting warm again
As the darkness devourers what is left
No optionHenry hated the damp basement they called headquarters, it was catastrophically small and within half a year he would bet money that they would have mold issues. The others said it was the best they could get not being anywhere near rich but he worried, mostly about the moisture. It was natural maybe, being the tech-guy, but he wished the others would at least take him seriously.
They never did anymore though, not since that new chic had arrived. He was impressed too, she was way older then any of them, and most of all; She was not afraid of the Camarilla. She had stomped in to town three months earlier, had twisted Bishop Jareds balls until he wept like a puppy and taken control. She oozed of power, but Henry was worried. She talked of war, a big war, the kind of epic war you hear about in stories. He wanted to smack down the Camarilla too, he did but they weren't strong enough to take over the city, even less to change the world order as she talked about. And she was crazy
Sunday routineIt was Sunday evening and he had just gotten out of the shower and shaved, it was an unfortunate event that his embrace had happened during such a time were he had not shaved for a week, now forever making him to shave when he woke up to look presentable. Sunday meant that Roxanne was going to come by, she was just about the only contact he had with the society now a days. Others shunned him, and taught their prodigies to do the same, but Roxy always came by to exchange a few words and check up on him. The club was closed on Sundays and he enjoyed strutting around the apartment he lived in in more casual cloths, a pair of comfortable slacks and a soft jumper, not the usual shirts and jeans he wore at business meetings. The memory of James' blood still filled him with a sort of relaxation he had not felt for years, he had almost forgotten how exhilarating fresh human blood tasted in comparison to the cold hospital blood or animal blood he had lived on for the last 50 years.
A short knoc
Past sins and sins of the FatherThe young man moved through the nightclub, unaware that he was being watched. Indulged in the feverish pumping of the bass and lost in the fantasy of glamour and exoticism the club provided its patrons he made his way through the crowd to the bar. The watcher was always there, unnoticed by most in the club, watching them with a growing hunger. It was the beauty that intrigued it, the confident and the hints of an artistic side. It wanted to feel his smooth skin under its fingers, hear his voice without the contortion of the bass. Listen to his breathing. It was an agonizing pleasure to watch him every time he entered the club, to follow his night but never reveal once presence. The night went on, as did the watching, but then when the club closed something happened. The young man forgot his jacket, and the watcher breached its policy of causion. It went out in the early morning, into the crowd leaving the club, and found the man. The man smiled at it, took its jacket and said;
KooieKooie turned her eyes towards the living room and slid down the wall. She smelt the pot and figured no one would bother her if she just stayed where she was. Fang, her parents dog soon accompanied her and she laid her thin arms around the big dogs neck. He was a mutt, just like her. She liked Fang, he was a true friend. Always around keeping her warm and safe. They were really partying hard in the living room and she got restless after an hour of sitting still in the closet that was her room. She peeked out behind the curtain that was her door and then sneaked out with Fang close behind her. It was a warm summers night and she simply started to walk over the field by their house. They had just moved there, it wasn't pretty, it had no windows and the roof was broken so she wasn't allowed on the second floor, but her dad said the fucking nazis wouldn't find them there. The nazis was the police. Kooie didn't really know what to think about the situation, everyone gave her such mixed
The easy wayTo lay down
Turn the coat
Taking the easy way out
Being a part of the machine
Take others words for it
Not thinking for yourself
Closing your eyes for what you do not understand
Blaming the system, the world or others for what you didn't get
Never your fault
Never that you didn't try
What could you do?
Nothing, apart from not taking the route you took.
It's not your fault that life didn't turn out like your dreams,
How could it be? You only took the easy way. Nothing wrong with that.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
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
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
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
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
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