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Soar againLovers without love
Are sorry sights indeed;
The trudge of the daily grind
Keeping us divided.
We need to get out of our lives...
If we can--
Start over somewhere else,
Choose somewhere new,
Like a continent I’ve never lived on yet,
(Or if I have it's a lifetime I can’t remember)
Somewhere undiscovered by our eyes.
Give me back my wings and mend your own
We can soar again-- rise above,
We are not so young as we were
In body, or mind, or soul,
But life is far from finished with us yet.
FirefliesDespite the austerity dealt you in life;
You remained sweet.
I fell in love with your broken-winged smile
And the fireflies in your laughter
Along with the shy confidence and loyalty in your heart
The true hardship?
You and I are never meant to be.
GuardedI watched the mask of your walls
Slide in place like silk
Harsh as bright polished steel
Smoothness masking an inner turmoil
Rugged handsome barriers
I once knew my way beyond them
Until you changed the guards.
Gracious maskA one sided friendship
You speak when you need me--
Demand something of me,
And the calendar passes month by month in silence
When you do not.
I watched the mask of your graciousness
Slide in place like silk’
The ‘pity-poor-me’ masquerade
That fooled me once and still fools others.
Associates stolen from my inner circles
I know your face in the glossy magazines;
If only your insides
Were as beautiful as your pictures.
I’ve started to step away.
You’ve not noticed me leaving.
Lost girl.You keep trying to remind me
Of the naive girl I once was
In all the wrong ways;
Veiled words and hints in conversation,
Dappled like shadows in my present sunlight
Darkening my mood behind the smile.
Failing that, smut and outright lewdness
Though personal and private correspondence.
Do you think I’ve genuinely forgotten?
(even though you’ve forgotten me until now)
A chance reminded you of my name
--however you are looking for something
That you won’t find
‘Never be ashamed of anything you’ve done’
(or should that be any-ONE?)
--yet it creeps in unwanted
The dirty secret of yours that was once me,
I force myself to stand a little straighter.
The skin of old scars ripping just a little
I no longer mistake abuse for affection
Or manipulation for caring.
The girl is still there somewhere
I didn’t let you corrupt her completely--
But you need to learn to face the woman.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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