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Delicate ThreadsWhats pure to one will kill the others,
Whats pain for some will heal their lovers.
Whats right for me will make you scream,
Whats wrong to you, I see in dreams.
What some find hard, other stroll right past,
While one man wins, all others come last.
What makes us the same, lies in hearts and in heads,
What connects our souls, are delicate threads.
Seeking my prizeSome die for love, whilst living for hope,
Some fight for life, struggling to cope.
Some share a dream, a common desire,
Some seek ascendance, to heaven or higher.
Some never quit, and always strike true,
Some stand alone, proud through and through.
Some light a fire, to burn what they will,
Some see your soul, and for it they'd kill.
For in you there lies, the answer to all,
The strength to push further, and never to fall.
For love that men seek, and hope that they yearn,
The passion of lovers, in you this does burn.
For beauty and guidance, for courage and might,
The hearts of all men, beat fast at your sight.
For comfort and kindness, on delicate lace,
The things that I speak of, are found in your face.
My Angel Without WingsI ripped my angels wings clean off, I cast her out, and threw her down.
I emptied my life of all that was good, I chewed it up, and spat it out.
I couldn't see past her love and her care, I shrugged it off, and thought of myself.
I blamed us both though the error was mine, I screwed it up, and ruined two souls.
I curse myself and hate my mind, I heard my heart, but shut it out.
I hurt the person I love the most, I hurt her more, as I struggle to leave.
I wish to go back but know I cannot, I made my bed, and now I must lay.
I tore the goodness from the world, I see only dark, and hear only screams.
I want her to be happy now, I want her to forget, that I ever lived.
I ripped my angels wings clean off, I lost her forever, and feel no more.
The Official Biography of Duet*Given Name: I barely ever reveal my real name, not even to those I am about to kill.
*Nickname(s): *sigh* If you really have to call me something, make it Duet.
*Appearance: I am as you see before you. I stand roughly six foot two in height; broad shouldered and well built, as any self-respecting Vampire would be. My skin is as pale as one would expect from someone who does not enjoy the… finer sides of the sun. I weigh about as much as a normal man, in fact you would not tell me apart, except for the two elongated eye teeth that adorn my face. Ahh my face, truly my greatest feature, no? Such perfection. My dazzling blue eyes that are a shining portal to my soul, my beautifully soft skin, perfect in complexion, my small thin nose that seems to add to the overall length of my face, and my mouth, with the small, soft lips that cover my fangs so very well. My hair is…unkempt, I believe most would say, dirty and tangled, but long in length and chestnut brown in colour. You will, of course
HowHow can it be that you would die for a girl
But you would also die without her?
How could it ruin your life to not be with her right now
But ruin it to rush to her like a fool?
How can I finally have found love
But not even be able to see it?
How can I be together forever with you
But not miss everything else?
How can I tell you how much I love you
but never with the sound of my voice?
How could I convice you to never lose hope in me
But see everyone around me do so?
How could I ever deserve love like yours
But still be me?
How could I stress so much that I never want to leave you
But still have it sound like I´m trying to find a way out?
How could it seem like death is the only way for us to be together,
But only want to spend my whole life with you?
No-oneWhen I call, who answers? No-one
When I fall, who picks me up? No-one
When I weep, who offers a shoulder? No-one
When I sleep, who prays for me? No-one
When I am weak, who stands by me? No-one
When I seek, who aids my search? No-one
When I care, who cares back? No-one
When I dare, who heeds the call? No-one
When I say, who backs me up? No-one
When I stay? who stays with me? No-one
When I wake, who is there? No-one
When I ache, who kisses it better? No-one
When I need, who steps foward? No-one
When I bleed, who binds my wounds? No-one
Who am I? No-one
Is It WrongHow can one life have some many corners,
Yet none of them be the right way.
Should I ever give in to my craving,
Hurt others to do as I may.
Can I turn off to all of their needs,
That's just something I cannot do.
But It selfishly gives me more time,
Time to get closer to you.
Is it fair to love more than one person,
Or am I just masking what's right.
If there's just no love there for me,
Can I not try just to fight.
Should I always just try to help out,
Though I always get it wrong.
If my lifes so full of of questions,
Do I even belong.
It's My FaultI can't take this anymore,
In this house, her word is law.
She'll shout and scream and swear some more,
And hurl my face into the floor.
I'll run upstairs to cry somemore,
I sicken her down to the core.
Im sorry Mommy for what I done,
Please Mommy no, don't point the gun.
It's my fault for crying, I shouldn't have done,
I can feed myself, it will be fun.
When you come back it will be done,
I know I've been a nasty son.
Don't hug me Mommy, that's not for you,
I'm three years old now, so hardly new.
Dont hit me Mommy, they were for you,
I'm sorry that you dont like blue.
I know it's unfair on Mark and you,
I should've died with Daddy too.
Don't get up, just sit right there,
Don't get up and pull my hair.
I'll move my toys from over there,
Honest Mommy, I really care.
You can have my Teddy, it's over there,
Your pretty Mommy, that's why they stare.
I don't tell them you hit me,
That's cause I'm naughty, don't you see?
I'm a spoilt boy, that's what you tell me,
And I am, I'm happy, I'm ful
For AmyThe little things that someone does make life worth living, and life worth loving.
Having someone, who when you squeeze their hand, squeezes back tighter.
Someone who can face their fears for you, in a new place, and do a brave thing.
When someone can make a cruelly brief visit, last for a thousand eternities.
Someone who you love, from your first walk, and who loves you by your last one.
Conveniently and romantically having fireworks go off whenever we kiss.
Thinking you could break my back, when both of us know that I would never let go.
Giving your sensible side a kiss on the cheek, and then letting it wander off.
Turning anywhere into a beautiful place, be it a bench by a clock, or a cemetery.
Someone who wants to hug away my tears, and shields my eyes from the light.
When your shy, but will still spend all night talking to me without a second thought.
When you can put the rain and the rainbows to shame, with just a quick smile.
Someone who can laugh it off when I kill the romantic
TellenIk plof neer op het bed,
Tel de pluisjes in het laken,
Tel de minuten van de klok,
En nog duizend andere zaken.
Alsof ik hierdoor de wereld beter ken.
Misschien dat als ik alles van alles weet,
Ik mezelf ook beter ken.
Ik loop in twintig passen van de trap,
Over dertig treden.
Ik haal de krant uit de brievenbus.
Zes mensen aangereden.
Een liedje op mijn iPod,
Van 3:02 minuten lang.
Ik heb 7 minuten getelefoneerd
Als ik om kwart over twee ophang.
Als ik alles geteld heb,
Maar dat heb ik nog niet,
Kan ik dan ook berekenen
Waneer je me weer ziet?
Ik wil niet meerIk wil niet meer tevergeefs je aandacht proberen te trekken,
Ik wil niet meer een bloedend hart hebben als je mij negeert,
Ik wil niet meer droevig zijn als je iets aan een ander vraagt,
Want deze gevoelens zijn compleet verkeerd.
Ik wil niet meer 's nacht wakker liggen met jou in mijn hoofd,
Ik wil niet meer proberen je te laten zeggen wat je van me vindt,
Ik wil niet meer uren wachten op een onbenullige SMS,
Ik wou dat ik je wilde hebben, maar gewoon als vriend.
Ik wil niet meer zo blij zijn als je naar me kijkt,
Want zo droevig ben ik als je je blik afwendt,
Noch wil ik dit voelen, die nutteloze hoop,
Ik wou dat ik jou gewoon als vriend had gekend.
Elke keerElke keer voel ik me dom,
Maar ik kan het gewoon niet laten.
Ik moet gewoon naar jou kijken,
Maar ik durf niet met je praten.
Elke keer dat je naar me kijkt
Worden mijn wangen warm en rood,
Elke keer dat je dat niet doet
Ga ik vanbinnen een beetje dood.
En ik hoorde dit al duizendmaal,
Iedereen zegt wat verliefdheid is,
En ik weet, ze hebben gelijk,
Maar toch hebben ze het ook weer mis.
Want soms schieten woorden tekort
Soms krijg je de juiste woorden er niet uit of in
En pas als de liefde echt iets wordt
Dan eindig je pas samen de zin.
AdeleI look to stars, and see the light.
I watch the ocean, and feel its might.
I search for God, and find him not,
I see the world as time forgot.
I catch a leaf, to let it fly,
I hear a bird, with morning cry.
Great things I see, upon this place,
And forget them all, to see your face.
For in your eyes, I find my light,
And in your heart, I find my might.
And through your lips, I hear the words,
That put to shame the songs of birds.
Your warm embrace shall be my shield,
Your love the love that will not yield.
And from your kiss, my soul does soar,
To be with yours forever more.
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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