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It’s my birthday today. Becoming 13 sure isn’t an easy thing. All since I was a little girl, I’ve wanted to become a famous model. I have always been admired for my pretty looks, by family and all of my friends. When I was in 6th grade things started to change though; the girls became very withdrawn from me, like they were jealous of my looks, and most of the boys become morons. Some of them even had a crush on me, and three of them performed a capella to me! When I told my mother about everything that had changed since 5th grade she replied; “I bet everyone has hit puberty then, honey! It will come for you too any moment. Just you wait and see” Words cannot explain how embarrassing it was for me to hear my mother say ‘puberty’.
As my mother told me, puberty did hit me, not long after we had that talked. The day I woke up with acne in my face, I screamed as if I was being murdered! My father rushed into the bathroom to check on me, and as soon
You were the black ink
that spilled over my pages
You covered my thoughts,
made me forget who I am,
all until there was nothing left
but darkness to see
Infinite Monkey Theorem 2Meow goes the kitty that has seen too many people pass by in a hurry,
without even noticing the kitty in the flower covered garden.
Since no one owned the kitty, and the garden had never been taken cared of,
it soon became a garden without any flowers, without any grass.
The kitty was always there,
even though the garden was no longer "pretty".
Because the kitten still saw the earlier beauty that the garden used to have.
The garden that the human eye had never laid an eye on,
because they were always in a hurry,
they never had the time to stop,
even for a minute,
and just have a look around,
and truly open their eyes to see what a beautiful world we live in.
But humans hate it because all they see are buildings,
and more of what is human made.
Infinite monkey theorem 1There was a girl with
a large top hat and
She didn't know
where to buy
candyfloss, so she
decided to ring the
magical clock of super cuber,
which is something
this one girl found
one summer day
in her sleep,
and when she woke up,
she had it in
That special someoneLove hurts
in such a way
that you know
Airin and AidaI was tired after another argument with my mom. So I decided to go outside, instead of feeling locked up in my room.
As I went out and wondered where I should go, I decided to check out this mini-forest, which isn't far away from my house. To my surprise there was actually someone else there. I didn't really believe that there would be anyone else in that little forest. However, I saw someone at my age. To avoid looking all forever alone, I walked up to this huge stump of a tree (sounds way much better, I know >>). The girl suddenly said «Hi» to me. I replied back to her with a «Hi». She asked me if I wanted to be her friend, and so I agreed.
We walked around in the forest. As we spoke with each other, every now and then we heard a group of younger boys, shouting like Indians. They were running around in the forest, playing, I guess x3
Later on when they ran into us, I was tempted to have some fun. To me, this was a typical game of trying to escape the «bad guy
Headlined Part 4"Hello?" I answered, but I got no response.
"Is it you Fra-"
Frank interrupted me by saying "It's your fault." in a harsh tone.
"What do you mean..? I and Elaura were in a bus accident." I tried to explain to him, wondering why he blamed me.
"Don't. I know that you didn't kill her. But you just sat there. You didn't try to save anyone! Not even Elaura." Frank told me. I still couldn't remember anything but her scream.
"Slow down. I don't remember anything off what happened. The doctors said it was probably because I was drunk. And what the hell do you mean by 'I know you didn't kill her'?" Now I was worried. My heart beats increased. He tried to say something, but he couldn't formulate his sentence right.
"Elaura is dead." He finally said. I was silenced.
Even though I'm 35 years old now, I never figured out what had happened to me that night, but what others have told me:
The fire brigade found me seated in the bus, with nothing but an empty look, and Elaura lay on my lap. I stroke he
Headlined Part 3He threw something at me. It was a news paper. I knew this one, since I read it every day. I finally found out why I recognized the hand writing. The owner off this paper always had a piece on the last page, which he had written with his own pen. He only wrote it at one of all the hundreds of thousands of papers that was put in stores. I myself had one of those papers. This didn't look familiar with the paper that had been given out today, so I checked the date, and saw that it was the paper for the next day. I read a small headline:
"Susan Fleave (51) found a crashed car last night. When she looked inside, she found a dead man. She called the police right away. The information the police have leaked says that it was an accident " I suddenly remembered who the man in the front seat was.
"Frank Loyden?" I asked him.
"Hah, you finally figured it out. Congrats!" He said impatiently.
"See, I always knew you were a psycho Frank. I really didn't expect this though " I m
My heart is breaking.
The arteries cracking
The blood still pumping
But the emotion leaking
Until my body is filling
With pain and longing.
Because my mind is screaming
And there is no relenting
There is no understanding
Of what it is you are saying,
Of what it is you are doing.
My soul is whispering.
Are you listening?
Can you hear the lamenting
Of which my soul is speaking?
Because my heart is breaking
My mind is screaming
My soul is whispering
And my eyes are crying
Because your words sound caring
But you are destroying me.
Tried to StopTried to stop
All my life I’d been living
To please others
All my life I’d been living
To please my mother
So I stopped
I stopped getting all A’s
Stopped being so good
Started hiding my face
And throwing up my food
I tried to stop
I opened my veins
Took some pills
I tried again and again
But I never will
UntitledYou break me
You crush me
You laugh at the tears in my eyes
How can I convince you of my sorrow?
It’s not a disguise
Not SuicidalYou’re not suicidal
Yeah that’s right
But does anyone hear you crying at night?
Lying right under your covers
Pillow, soaked and glistening
Tears shining like stars
You’re not suicidal
That’s what you say
But does anyone know about the long baths you take?
Lying right under the water
Nose below the surface
Until you can’t take it anymore
You’re not suicidal
Yeah that’s right
Does anyone see how hard you fight?
Standing here before me
Arms twitching at your sides
Lying about your bruises
You’re not suicidal
That’s what you say
But does anyone wonder at the feelings you fake?
Thinking about dying
But a smile on your face
Not telling anyone that you want a bullet in your head
What are dreams?
Can they come true?
Or are mine just
illusions of me and you?
Oh, how sweet
are the memories of us.
The ones during the days
when we said we didn't care
about what anyone says.
We didn't care if
they thought we were weird.
You said you loved me
and I said I loved you,
promise me you weren't lying.
I believed you then
and I want to believe you now,
but last time you had a cold
look in your eyes so how
am I supposed to believe what I was told?
I know you don't want
to say it again,
but please, for my sake,
make it evident that falling
for you wasn't a mistake.
You don't have to say
the three words and eight letters,
because your actions speak
far louder than any words you say
and they are all I seek.
A smile, a wink,
a laugh if you will.
From you, a gentle expression,
and more than once, could
help me fight this depression.
Words aren't needed,
just show me with your eyes;
please let me get lost in them
just a couple more times?
Please, they're such gems.
A part of meWill I ever meet you again?
Will you ever be mine?
So many questions in my mind.
Will you ever be loved again,
Or your effort be rewarded someday?
Oh you deserve it, my prince.
The only thing I know for sure
Is I left my heart back with you.
UnappreciatedShe tries so hard and no one sees,
She breaks down once and its a crime,
She promises she'll hide her pain next time.
People don't realize the force of their pressure,
They don't realize that she's a treasure.
Too much to ask from one simple girl.
She’s always pleasant and gets good grades,
Never talks back and always obeys,
But oh no, that’s not enough,
She's awfully lonely and bitterly cold,
She wants someone who will believe he has the world,
He has her, the most wonderful girl.
Obviously her wish will never come true,
So trying even harder is all she can do.
She'll never be enough, that she knows,
But she'll keep smiling until her sadness shows.
Every time she smiles, I see a frown,
Every time she looks up, she's really looking down.
People just don't understand what words can do,
A simple gesture or hug, too.
She's unappreciated with bloodshot eyes,
She's unappreciated and formed of lies.
The work she does she tries so hard to make them good,
but only falls to those wh
Double Rhyme ChallengeAssignment; Double Rhyming: Create a poem alternating between 12-8 syllable single 6 line stanza with two words in each line rhyming.
Wrapped up in a blanket, jacked up on that cheap wine.
The door is locked, the gun is cocked,
He is banging on the door, waiting for some more.
Petty-theft, she has nothing left.
Security alarm went off and he is on top,
Screaming while she is weeping.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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