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#24.Confessions of a Hopeless Romantic
why we're into
what we do when we're
if we've shared a straw
if we've made out
if we've slept together
if we've held hands
while walking at night
if you always think of me
if you check my blog every once in a while
if you stalk my Facebook profile
if we talk about our future together
if we look into each other's eyes
if we have confessed to the other
not even me.
#23.Boys and Babies
Boys are dirty
Boys are bad
Boys are horny
They make me so mad
They'll tell you they love you
They'll tell you they care
Most of it isn't true
They just want to stare
But I do love babies
If an angel hears meIf there is an angel near me, I pray to remember me, and I know it will, at see my love for you.
Although I also know... that between me and her, the sky only have dark clouds...
I will pray, I will seek, I swear, I will find it, even if I had to look in a million stars.
In this dark life, absurd without you ... I feel you've become the center and the end of my universe...
If love have any limit, I would cross it for her, and in the vast emptiness of my nights, I feel you, and I will love you ... like I could love you for the first time, when a kiss was a whole lifetime...
Feeling like I lost all my mind... for you.
I understand that your kisses must never be mine, I realize that I will never see my reflection in your eyes. But despite that ... my heart ... instead of love you less, loves you even more.
The two is just one single soul: The scent of her hair, the murmur of her silence...
Her smile like a sweet tale... the sweet honey I tasted on your lips.
I thought you and thought you
Young LoveI was so young
when I first heard
the beats of my heart
pulse lightly upon my ribcage
My toothpick bones,
to the powerful palpitations
And I was still young
when I heard again
the throbs of my heart
pound forcefully upon my ribcage
My metal bar bones,
to the butterfly-wing beats
So you better hurry, boy
as my ribs are becoming
thick as steel
and you’ll soon need a metal cutter
to reach my heart
(And I don’t want to become damaged in the process of being loved).
from the back of my throat, i promisethe world is made of talking trees and cloudy water,
and the way you look at me
i'm no artist but i think i've painted your voice at the base of my neck
it's not something you can come back from
and tomorrow won't be a victory any more than it will be a loss
These Bones (I'm in Suicide With You)we're lost without words
in the ache of the brightness.
these bones are old
we are lost--
i'm lost without you.
(but i haven't a clue what you do with me.)
these bones aren't gold,
so what's worthwhile
about them to you?
we are carbon
blood, blood, flowing blood
that clots in cuts
and runs rivers in veins
and stains, how it stains,
carpet and floor and hands
i'd be more
than all the good
i do for you.
i'd be lost without you
but you don't need me
and i'm in suicide with you
for too many reasons
and too many times.
but my only question--
is my love
even if i lie?
What Shall He Be?Oh what shall he be - the one to steal my heart?
Many a man is there in this vast world,
But what sort should I desire?
My sisters have oft said to see him in my thoughts.
To know him there and appease my dreams.
I am slow to act, for what reality could compare to a woman's dream?
But, alas, I do believe
That even I find myself dreaming of him now and again.
And so you ask, what sort of man is he?
Well listen close, for here I shall tell of what sort he would be:
He should be tall and graceful, elegant and fair;
With sweet golden locks of his curly hair.
And have blue eyes that sparkle in the light
Of the sun, bright, as does his smile shine.
His tender words and gentle touch
Would so sooth my heart and troubled mind.
His strong arms would hold me fast in the darkest nights
And chase away my fears 'til dawn.
His sweet lips would kiss me tenderly, lovingly just so.
He would have a heart of pure gold, and be loyal and good.
And looking into his eyes, he would see my soul
And I, giving my
I won't forgetI will always remember
you quietly waiting in the corridors
and opening doors for me to pass through
you drifting in and out of office spaces
and as we walked with matching paces
your smile would quietly etch itself into my memories
of what we were when we were not together.
I will always remember the feelings I wanted to forget
as I walked the limits of darkness every night,
my loneliness like a silhouette
that knew no respite
from the resounding cries
of the kookaburras in the trees
weeping for the heart that wanted to be free
to be with the you
who could not be with me.
I will always remember the voice inside my head
uttering a love that could not be said
across the oceans and the miles
that stretched like a chasm before us
but it was never a distance we did not surmount--
each night a transgression of space and time,
a compression of our imaginations and our minds.
I will never forget these slivers of a past
that used to haunt us with the pain of our non-existence
in a reality we'd
Rocky Mountain Love Poem
It's by far the hardest thing I've ever done
to be so in love with you and so alone...
welcome to my morning
welcome to my day
life in the city can make you crazy
can't see the sun for the smog
but if I had a wish that I could give you
I'd make a wish for sunshine all the while
lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me
please, close your eyes and rest your weary mind
I promise, I will stay right here beside you
we'll talk of poems, prayers, and promises...
things that we believe in
together we'll reach for the heavens, and hope for the future
I tell you now, I've seen it raining fire in the sky
yet fear not, my love, I'll walk in the rain by your side
I'll cling to the warmth of your hand
I'll sing you the songs of the rainbow
sorry, love, that I must leave you once again
I'm searching for answers to questions unknown
kiss me and smile for me
tell me that you'll wait for me
hold me like you'll never let me go
you fill up my senses, dear one
and though I must leave f
A Measured Love
A Measured Love
She asked how much did he love her?
He answered in a loud cry
To offer at her feet the moon and the stars
To adorn her of all the beautiful flowers in the world
And to woo her each day with love songs that he made
He then asked her how much did she love him?
She fell quiet and thought for a time
Touched his face and put his hand over her beating heart
I love you as the sun sets to let the moon rise
I love you as my heart beats to give me life
And I love you as every breath I do not take, but I would give to you
April 18, 2014
Fantasia y RealidadFantasía y Realidad
Junto al sol y bajo las estrellas,
yo te grabo en mi corazón,
pensando en tus labios y en tu voz,
que en todo momento me llenan de amor.
Tú, amor mío, tú, la esencia de mi fuerza,
la meta de mis sueños, tú, niña y mujer eterna,
quimera de penas, de recuerdos y tristezas,
tú, risa de mi alma, esmeralda de rosas cubierta.
Tatuadas están tus caricias en mi piel,
y en mi interior la flama de tu pasión,
unidas, nuestras almas en paz cabalgan,
por océanos de cristales y verdes estrellas.
Fuego, ardor y sangre con furia de amor,
así se encuentran nuestros corazones de fervor,
siempre con ropajes de eternas llamas y calor,
en un universo de fantasía y realidad en colisión.
Te amo con la eterna flama amada mía,
te extraño y te quiero con la luz del sol, Yadira.
Sabes que soy el árbol que crece por ti,
la luna que brilla noche a noche en tu inte
so many words
yet so little application
and every syllable
that comes pouring out
of my mouth makes no sense
so many words
so little chances
and those left unspoken
make the biggest mark
in your mind, in my heart
I could have told you
how I was never able
to stop thinking
of the day when you
would walk out the door
I should have told you
how I couldn't stomach
the taste of your absence,
but your lips would always
silence mine, always sweet
I would have told you
everything and more
but we never had time
to ourselves, to talk
all we had never existed
if you ever find me
words will help you heal
and time spent away from
each other will only
serve to strengthen us
but you won't
because I won't make
it easy; not this time
it's just half-past midnight
and my glass is already empty
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