|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
The Greatest ImperfectionSurgical; clean; exacting; precise.
The perfection of a blank page is like an unbroken snowfall
So precious, so beautiful.
Just like the children who run out and destroy the perfect beauty
Of fresh snow with their boots and blind enthusiasm
My words, like stains, deface the paper.
Even the most beautiful poem is but a dirty mark; an imperfection
The beauty in nothing is always greater than the beauty in something.
Silence, sweeter to the ears than any symphony;
Unawareness, more blissful than the greatest euphoria we could ever know.
In emptiness, there is perfection.
In awareness, there is suffering.
And, of course, there is Love.
Love, which shifts the balance.
Love that inspires us,
Love that gives us purpose,
Love that grants us the strength to go on.
The greatest imperfection.
AriadneThere has never been a "we";
There has only ever been me.
I've yet to be made complete;
It seems like I shall never meet
My other half, the rest of me.
Oh world and maker, will I ever be
Happy? I am half; a broken soul.
Please, Ariadne, won't you make me whole?
You could complete me, if you only knew
Just how much I long for you.
Your tender touch, your cool embrace,
Your playful fingers on my face.
Your smile, warmer than the sun,
Your fiery locks, golden-spun.
My love is stronger than the sea,
Oh, Ariadne, it was meant to be.
But fate dealt me a fatal shock;
Alas, my love must remain locked
Behind my teeth, clenched over passion's flame;
It burns within me, driving me insane.
For you see, although I love her,
Her hand is promised to another.
Worse, he's no stranger; to further offend,
She is in love with Roland, my friend.
Every day, this silence grows inside.
Passion's fire, when starved, will burn you alive.
For how much longer can I tolerate this?
Not a day longer! With this verse
The HolidaysSuicide notes, seldom well reasoned.
Holiday roasts, perfectly seasoned.
While most are drunk with holiday cheer,
I'm getting drunk off cheap vodka and beer.
Time creeps by at the speed of a slug.
I don't want to live without the drugs.
Christmas lights, shining bright.
Don't give me presents, just take my life.
Relief in warm, wet christmas red.
To me, the holidays are dead.
So lay me down and let me be.
This time of year is not for me.
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.
Keep in Touch!
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