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wisdom i do not understand,we as people string along the words we say behind us like the bread crumbs leading us back home. but to our suprise and no avail, we never completely turn around, rewind, go back to where we started. we stay in our mute spots and never know how to move forward. or everytime we go back to start, we do not collect two hundred dollars. we just fuck up over and over again, hoping that someone out there can help us get it right.
be my secret, just for now.i want to be one of your deepest secrets.
i want to be the one that pretends not to care but is really sitting in the field after dark below the full moon waiting for you to come and tell me "it's okay, i'm here now." i want to be the one you run to when you're lonely and who you call when you just need to hear my voice before your head hits the pillow at three in the afternoon. i want to be the one who you can't tell your friends about because you're afraid of jinxing it, and i want to be the one that picks you up after work and makes you laugh and who leans over from the drivers seat to kiss you and i want to be the one that gets to tell you she loves you and means it.
i want to be your everything, again.
it's in the way you smile and the way you walk and the silly way you dress. it's in the way you stare and the way you look at me and the way your pupils become wider as i hold your hand and tell you i love you.
it's in the way the stars seem to align and the way the moon glows and t
stop, drop, lose control.your funeral will be full of ghosts.
they will lie in the ground next to your miserable corpse and sing you lyrical rhymes in morse code. their bloody hands will ring themselves around your neck, and leave bruises that turn shades of chartreuse and lavender. they will be shaped like spades and diamonds and will have no deeper meaning than of which to say how much you gambled with fate.
your ghost of passion will tell you tales of your heart. it will remind you of the nights you spent with me, lying on the couch. and of the times when we finally realized what we really needed. it will remind you of our kisses and of the way we felt in eachothers arms. it will ignite a new flame that you didn't know you had, since you stopped seeing me.
the ghost of christmas past will tell you that you need to learn to wrap your presence better. make sure you do not seem too careless, and make sure you look neat and tidy and like something jolly ol' saint nick would like to leave for me under a pi
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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