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miniature heartbreakThe magician is dark and bejeweled,
flutering cape and fingers and breath
and his eyes are like space.
and then he holds up the card,
and it is the right card
and, suddenly, you are in love.
Teach me, you long to beg for the unthinkable,
whisper your yearning,
but do not say aloud
But he looks into your eyes
(stars somehwere high above us
are crashing, imploding, dying
spinning out of control
in this endlessly spinning place)
looks into your eyes and knows
(dying and burning,
twisting and swirling)
and "No," he says,
someday I'll be bravetoo afraid to tell you that I love you
I burn candles
whisper messages into the smoke
char my scraps of longing
watching them float up into the gray-and-rain stars
Perhaps one day when you are among the clouds
and I am somewhere between sleep and drifting
you will catch them
cracked desert, wavering mindWelcome to this barren land
the dead the dying the dreamless
all end here
Welcome to the wastelands.
(nightfall and they all come dancing
dry bones cracking
sand-filled stars and all come prancing
beneath the sunless sky)
no place for you here
among the forgotten monsters
and abandoned nightmares
grinning skulls and claws are not for you
and won't you join our song?
(long-limbed and stretched, unfurling
deep, dark, eyes still swirling
too many fingers
too many teeth)
hello Little One, hello dear girl
I knew one such as you,
so long ago,
so lovely, so lovely,
and so lovely were her screams
(swept into the dance,
Ignore these strange matters,
my Child, you are not yet young
and they are raucous in their cries
(don't fear us the wild ones
the chill ones, the still ones
don't fear us
don't fear us now
but in the dead alone of night)
Welcome to this barren land
this desert land
we laugh ourselves awake :2:We laugh ourselves awake
to keep from crying
collapsing from the effort of being alive
There's no other escape but those which we dream
fingers idly stroking the faces of the moon
longing to reach out and kiss
the darkness of the sky
(so silky flow the words)
burning paper, ink glows
illuminating our desire
to explode out of our bodies
and swirl into the heavens
like a long-ago painting
Together we are drunk on moonlight
laughing ourselves to dust
so the nightmare's can't find us
We wander this desert land
no color from that cold white light
shadow light shadow light shadow
(hold me closer)
all is dark
all is lost
all is gone
all is here
all is now
and now is all we are
as tears fill our eyes
because we laughed to long.
Desin tegr ati o n .I should be happy,
Now that I finally have
What I so longed for.
But panic wells up,
forces out, terror engulfing
held against the dark like it used to happen only in my dreams
you whisper softly,
hug me closer
and I cry instead.
this isn't how it's supposed to go
(where is my laugher)
why be afraid of what I've finally escaped
now that I'm free
I encircle myself with chains
when I tore down the walls inside me
there was nothing (to keep me) safe
and when we kiss
pain shoots through my chest
heartache and longing and grief
for what i have found
(feelings messed up inside)
i love you all wrong
I can't read maps right anywayfeathers falling from the sky
we gaze up in wonder
at the flock overhead
soaring, sweeping off
they wheel and turn above us now;
the shrill cries
sounding almost human
to our untrained ears
scores of birds, flying away
from the cold and dark and wet
to somewhere better
how do they know where to go?
if only we had that inner pull
showing us the right path, direction
instead you take my hand in yours
(us creatures doomed to tumble
and grasp our way through life,
so much is darkness) and you pull me to you
as we hold each other
we are laughing raucous cries
with those birds
spinning in the cascade of dirty down
we don't know where we're headed
or if it's the right way
but we don't mind the rain.
drinking your sorrowI can taste the ash on your lips
remnants of that fatal fire
you stand alone now
I can hear your heartache
and I hurt to but
maybe now you will see me?
I know it is probably wrong
and I should be ashamed but
how can I? I have waited
behind the smoke
and I long for closeness
just as much
but ghosts don't get chances
and even if there was one
ever so slim-
have I the courage to take it?
better to die from a quick, wrenching stab
or to be lost forever
drowning in your eyes?
sorrow is not bitter
it is a sweet taste
and it flows over your skin in waves
I wish I could help,
kiss your tears to darkness
but I can only wait
and send butterflies to dance
in your glow.
BoundariesThey tell us don't be afraid to be different,
then they sell us fashion magazines,
(snowflakes all melt into identical water droplets)
the signals I receive all whisper
conform, conform, conform.
a lullaby that long ago ceased to send me to dreamlands.
But now that I've stepped over the sharp chalk line,
hesitantly I grant you,
it's a falling kind of freedom.
butterflies (fly drunkenly;
love of nectar or nectar of love) flit over
the field of tangled weeds and thorny flowers,
separated (by a little white picket fence,
a laughable barrier)
from the neat rows of purple yellow purple pansies.
we move fast and frenzied, I didn't expect
quite so many stares frankly
and I wish people could let go
but I don't mind so much now,
when I'm not alone.
I always was one for running randomly in the field;
perhaps even as a child I knew it was more for me
perhaps even then I predicted you.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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