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It's that time of yearThe countdown has started
The big rush is on
People searching for gifts
Before the good ones are gone
Lists growing larger
Bank accounts shrinking
Stores getting busier
Do you get what I'm thinking?
It's the last weekend before Christmas
Can you imagine the crowd?
Pushing and shoving
And incredibly loud
As much as I love Christmas
I can't wait till it's over
There's just too much hassle
For all this bother
In just 12 months time
We'll do this all again
But ill be glad for the break
Merry Christmas my friends!
Forward ThinkingIt's time I started afresh,
Put the past behind me
And look ahead.
This year has been like a rollercoaster,
My emotions floating up and down
But I must start thinking positively
No more crying myself to sleep,
I have promises that I must keep
I've shed enough tears for you
Though our time together was brief,
You caused me a great deal of grief
Is it any wonder I'm in this state?
You've made it perfectly clear
That I'm not wanted in your life,
But I haven't been able to stop thinking about you
We haven't spoken in almost a year,
But you don't seem to care
Maybe I shouldn't either.
I've become a recluse.
Shut myself away from my peers
Destined to be alone forever
That is going to stop
From this day forth
I will not dwell on the pain.
the Sweetest Thing
Sent to you
by the PTB
We help the Hopeless
You and Me
I do this "bleh" thing with my face
Tells you a name, a time, a place
Guided by visions, those I accidentally gave to you
Wish I could stay to pull you through
This light is growing stronger now
I feel it melting me
Draw the curtain, take my last bow
Didn't know this was my destiny
Sent by the PTB
Now they've shut the door
Plagued by visions, but not anymore
They've passed to you from me
It was an accident I swear
Never would hurt my Princess so much
I am nowhere yet, at the same time everywhere
Someday, I promise, I'll take you out to lunch.
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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