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NightmareIn the moment that could be forever;
I hold my breath hoping to surface--
And not succumb and drown,
In the pounding of my own heart
Set at a pace to break my ribs,
The scream caught in my tightened throat--
Voice shrivelled to nothing.
Chasing the chills along my spine
Immobilised by panic,
Locked in place by own fears,
Longing for something to wake me.
Just Sleeping...Powering down as the cogs stop turning,
Thoughts scattered like leaves on a wind.
Sand grains on a beach,
That very last sigh;
Breathing feels artificial.
Or something like it.
Being awake is a stranger for now.
Food has been like cardboard for....
...for what seems like forever,
I miss ice-cream
The colours and the noises...
Such a cacophony
Things were more pleasant once...
...once upon a time,
Like a fairy-tale.
Kisses won’t work as an alarm clock.
Only patience and time.
Make-upYou poured your make-up on--
A thick ,smothering, second skin.
Embracing that disguise
The person beneath no longer showing.
Artfully flawless in your mask--
As I scrubbed mine off;
Tearing my flesh if need be,
Unafraid to be unique.
Not wanting to be what you make me--
To remain singular.
Too honest in a gathering of frauds,
The Individual amongst the clones.
NowhereAnother day- another letdown.
Setting the pace for our relationship;
It’s a real place,
But it won't be found on a map.
It seems to be where we are heading,
No matter which other directions
I try in vain to steer us in.
BrightHold on to your wonder-
Let your imagination guide you,
Especially when the path is unclear,
Make your own path if you have to,
Just never let it fade.
Keep your fire burning,
If you must build up your protective walls,
Remember to add in windows
And essentially remember to add doors.
These things work both ways-- letting in and out,
You are a bright soul,
Never loose that--
Don’t imprison yourself.
EmergeTo begin with,
I will give you a gift of scissors;
To cut the trapping nets,
And then I will hand you feather dusters,
To brush away the cobwebs of your mind.
I want to help rid you of these things
That imprison the bright butterflies
Of your imagination,
That I know are in there somewhere…
Find your clarity--
Come back to life.
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More