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Knew MeI'm cold
I'm not good enough
I'm not pretty enough
Goodbye Nice to have known you
All of this you say
All of this you mean
But that's not who I am inside
So how can you say you ever knew me?
Doll on the Shelf
She’s not beautiful.
She’s not perfect.
She’s chipped in several spots,
And her porcelain eye cannot close.
No matter how much I try to fix her,
She doesn’t get clean.
So why do I want her you ask?
Because she’s just like me.
Why?I realize I'm a bad friend
So why do you stay?
I know I'm never there
So why do you depend on me?
I know I make you cry
So why do you show me smiles?
I know I mainly give out pain
So why do you give back kindness?
I know you deserve someone better
So why cant I let you go?
20 Reasons WhyOne because you're beautiful
Two because I love your smile
Three because your so carefree
Four because your lips are so soft
Five because you're hand fit perfectly with mine
Six because you still chase after him
Seven because I know you don't miss me
Eight because I know you don't love me back
Nine because I lost you
Ten because I miss you
Eleven because we aren't the same now
Twelve because I'm a screw up
Thirteen because we never worked
Fourteen because that didn't matter to me
Fifteen because I cant learn from my mistakes
Sixteen because it was never over for me
Seventeen because you love him now
Eighteen because always around is never enough
Nineteen because I'm gonna screw us up again
Twenty because I love you
one reason equals one slash
Maybe enough reasons will solve my problem this time
The Prospect Street Paramour (Summery)Tara was sixteen and homeless, still in school but living in the park. One night she meets David, a twenty nine year old man, and her world is turned upside down. He teaches her that not every family is like hers, and that love doesn’t have to mean bruises that have to be hidden. Tara’s secrets come to light after David sees her father drunk at the bar he works at. What has she been hiding? Will she be able to understand something she’s never had…love.
EveryoneEveryone thinks I’ve gotten better…
But I haven’t
Everyone thinks I’m okay now…
But I’m not
Everyone thinks I’m happy now…
But I’m not
Everyone thinks I can sleep without nightmares…
But I can’t
Everyone thinks I’m not afraid…
But I am
Everyone thinks they could tell if something was wrong…
But they can’t
Everyone thinks I’m gonna make it…
But I won’t
NeglectedWhat could you be fighting over now?
If it’s your parenting again,
Then you both best stay quiet.
Neither of you were good enough.
You had one job,
To love me and protect me.
Neither of you did that.
You both put yourselves first
And let what was going on happen.
How did you not notice the limp in my walk that morning?
How could you turn me away because of my gender?
You were both supposed to love me the most
More than any others in the world.
You were supposed to be parents,
Not whining selfish humans.
I’ve accepted that you didn’t want me,
Now to show you that I know.
Even if that wasn’t what either of you could be.
RainRain falls around the world
On every head in every country.
Dark clouds mask everyone's skies
When they were once clear.
But ask yourself this question....
Do you get drenched and washed away
Or do you dance between the raindrops?
QuestionsWas life really so bad?
Was it better to die than live the life you had?
Did someone hurt you?
Did someone tell you to?
Could you see any light in a place so dark?
Could you have called for ones hopeful face?
What went wrong?
Had that hopeful one gone?
Did you do out of sorrow?
Did you really believe that for you there was no tomorrow?
To all of these question there is an answer
Did you get drenched instead of being a rain drop dancer?
.:~When you were beside of me~:.| /\M /\ FOO|_
FORG!VE ME FOR MY M!$T@KES
BY THE TIME YOᗢ GET THIS
|T W||_|_ B|Ξ TOO |_/\T|Ξ
$U!C!DE !$ MY F@TE
ᗩS I SLOWLY DIE
| |_||Ξ ON T|-||Ξ GROUN|)
$C@RED TO M@KE @ $OUND
ᗩND THE ONES WHO STILL DESPISE ME
| W||_|_ CRY
@ND ! W!LL PLE@
THᗩT THE HᗩPPIEST MOMENTS OF MY LIFE WERE THE MOMENTS WHEN YOᗢ WERE BESIDE OF ME
.:~Something I can't take~:.causing a mess
so much fucking stress
this really hurts my chest
cuts on my wrists
look at all of the slits
no one seems to give a shit
and man I don't blame 'em
I'm so lame
I'm going insane
can't handle all of this pain
how about some mercy on my emotions for god's sake?
my body feels like it's having an earth quake
the hysterical shakes
please drown me in a lake
this is something I can't take
Phoenix In The BlazeA Vigorous Phoenix, chained, longing to be free
Bleeding, Screaming, "How can't you see my pain? Why can't you let me be?"
"Why are you blind to my agony? Why don't you break the cage?"
"Very well, then, leave me, but beware...."
"For one day, so soon, you shall see my rage!!"
Soon the phoenix made a scream, a roar to rebel
The binding chains shattered, and she broke from her shell
but what the heck is the use of freedom if the phoenix was...
so foolish and stupid enough to fly into hell!!
The Phoenix dashes, and against the walls of fire crashes
The stupid phoenix is set ablaze and turns into ashes
but, oh, my bad, i forgot what a phoenix was
for a few moments later she was reborn from the ashes
and again it soars and again it dashes
Now i can't help but wonder my -so called- country what did you release into the blaze??
was it a mighty phoenix like mine that was released or was it a mere bird from the graze??
distress (draft)creatures of completely different species,
no language to establish their feelings
only had to feel to understand one another.
a perpetual, deathless cycle:
a fish, swimming lazy circles inside a fish bowl
(while it dreams about the ocean)
prisoned to please the eye.
an elegant bird, caged:
(while it dreams about the sky)
prisoned for it's beautiful song.
their true colors faded by ten thousand dull afternoons
oh show me your scars & tell me your stories, beautiful maidens.
CarsHey! I got a text.
from a friend of mine.
let's see what my
Johnny and friends-a poemLet me tell you about Johnny
A guy who reviews and plays
But we cannot leave out his friends
Like Clement who rules with the Eggman and his empire
And Ted who has turned into a bidoof
And Ryan who founded BrainScratchComms.
Matt who is the troll but great friends with Johnny
Elliot who is the brother of Johnny and failed Super Mario Bros.
Mark who almost is never there
Nate who was cursed by the evil doll
And Johnny the cartoonist is also the reviewer
Poem #1I i a w y a u e t o
t s l a s q s i n
W e e e r g i g o
h r w a e o n t
D a t e i e s t
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