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Okay, Right?We're going to be okay, right?
Her eyes downcast, she twiddled her thumbs, trying not to focus on the importance of his answer. Because that's what mattered, his answer. She felt disgusted with herself. A couple of months ago, it didn't matter what anyone else thought, let alone a boy. But this mattered. He mattered.
His response was slow. She imagined him, biting his bottom lip, flexing his fingers, going to rest them on the keys, thought in mind, then picking them back up to think of something else, something better, something that she wouldn't take the wrong way. But the truth couldn't be helped.
I don't know.
Such uncertainty worried her. If he didn't know and she didn't know, then how could they find peace, how could they find happiness again? Surely it was there, masked underneath the pain and the confusion of everything they had been through, it was there because they had put it there. Because the happiness they felt in the beginning of it all, would always be there,
ClimbersWe weren't afraid of who we were
We just knew that what we were,
Wasn't good enough.
So we strove to be better, us two, us three
Taking each step, willingly, diligently.
We didn't care if we stepped on a few heads,
They were in our way anyhow,
Blocking us from achieving our goals.
Blocking us from taking what we wanted.
Because we always got what we wanted
Screw them, we said, our torches raised high
Burning buildings, burning feelings and the hearts inside
F-off, we screamed, as we pushed our way
Through the crowd of loved ones
Who worried about our well beings and who we had become.
But they didn't know us, us liars, us fiends,
They only wanted what we had, what we had achieved.
Walk away, we said, before we punch you,
Because we don't really want to hurt you,
We're just protecting the little ones inside.
That's it, we have an excuse,
We have a reason for what we do,
However convincing you of this fact,
Might be the hardest thing we ever do.
Let HimI let him touch me
I don't know whether to feel
Ashamed or happy
That it finally happened.
I let someone in.
He has my heart
And now I fear him
Because he has the power
To break it, to break me
He knows this
But I trust that he cares
Enough about me
To not practice this power
Though I do not doubt
That someday he will
Because all things must end
Like days and lives
And beautiful things.
ScarsI have scars from his love.
I tongue them,
Wince in pain,
Closing my eyes,
As the images play
Back in my vivid mind.
I tasted blood and laughed
I chuckled against his lips
And said I didn't care
We were in the moment
His hands cupped my face
And in that moment,
Everything was right.
And I have the scars to prove it.
"It's Nothing."Why can't I say "stop"?
Why do words escape me?
Is it because I don't feel
Like me anymore?
Why can't I scream out?
Is it because these lungs
They aren't mine anymore?
I'm not unhappy
If I am not myself,
Though one can argue
If I ever was.
But I still hold onto the fact
That this is who I am
Pretending to be fine
I mumble under my breath
And hope you hear it
I won't say it again
In fear you'll say
I'm such a silly girl
To think this way
But I'm fine for now
Knowing now you care
About the silly things.
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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