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What the Gods Are.What The Gods Are.
We are the Oceans, We are the Seas
We are the Music, We are the Breeze.
We are the Spirit, We are the Way
We are the Night, We are the Day.
We are Lust and We are Love,
We are the Rain that falls from above.
We are the Laughs, We are the Groans,
We are your Comfort when you feel alone.
We're Beauty, We're Charm, We're Youthfulness too,
We are the Birch, the Willow, the Yew.
We're the Heavens above and the Earth below,
We are the Truth and the Lies you sow.
We are the Smiles, and We are the Strife,
We are Death and We are Life.
We're Sex, We're Tears, We're Alcohol too,
We are your Friendships both old and new.
We are the moon and We are the Sun,
We are the Sadness and We are the Fun.
We are the Healing and We are the Pain,
We are the Good and We are the Bane.
We are the Hunt and We are the Breath,
We're North, We're East, We're South and We're West.
We are the Curses and We are the Blessings,
We are your Energy and with you when Resting.
We are Time, Space and Every
Short Random PoemWould you hold me till the morning light?
Making sure that Im alright.
Would you dry away my tears
And scare away all my fears?
Psychic WarsWe were all psychic once, we all had the Gift. Our world was utopian, with telepathy our people were kept in balance. Hate and love never got the best of us. Then as technology progressed one by one the people turned from the gods and lost their gift.
With the loss of their Gift, many people became violent, killing without remorse for their actions. Within time those with out the gift became jealous of those of us that still had it. This jealousy engendered spite, which became lies, and then fear. The remaining telepaths became the source of ridicule and hate.
When the Gift-less became leaders of our world, they made laws against us, massacring us and starting a civil war, those with telepathy against those without.
However we were not without help, as they had progressed so had we. With time our powers grew, we could invade minds if we needed to, we had gained the power to mirror empathy and had gained minor precognition. A few of us had even gained the ability to move objects with ou
Prayer to AnubisAnubis, my saviour, my protector, my guide.
Protect me from those who would wish me harm.
Fiercely guard those that I love.
Watch over me day and night.
And when I pass from this world judge me fairley
TrigulWe were silent, for he was here.
The dark lord of filth and carnage.
Millions were dead in his name.
Our people were martyred by him.
He still roams in that white palace.
Possible storyHe looked as though he was in his late thirties, but his eyes knew no age. That deep azure looked through Kazukis youth and pierced his soul. Kazuki felt his heart flutter in his chest and for a moment he was breathless. The man smiled warmly, stood from his stool, walked through the crowd, and sat in the seat next to Kazuki. Onamae wa nan desu ka? he asked. His voice was as sexy as his eyes and for a moment Kazuki was dazed, but he snapped out of it to answer the mans question. Sera, Kazuki demo eigo wa hanasemasu ka? The man nodded and said smiling, Of course I speak English, it is necessary for my work. By the way my name is Tsuyoshi Tanaka. It struck Kazuki as slightly weird that this man shared his fathers name, but maybe it was the sign from the gods that he had prayed for. Forgive me if Im wrong but your Japanese right? Kazuki nodded. Youre from America though right?
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wanted
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Little BirdLittle bird,
where have you flown?
how much have you grown?
How is your broken wing?
The one that I cared for,
that I put in a sling.
do you think of me
as I do you?
Do you wonder where I've gone,
what I've gone through?
do visit me again;
you've been the only one
I've ever loved;
my only true friend.
PerfectionWhat is perfection and what is not?
Does anybody know that besides god?
Is someone out there who can tell me?
Or do I have to do die and ask god, maybe?
Question over question flying through my brain.
If I don’t find perfection, will my life be in vain?
Everyone had flaws and makes mistakes.
Maybe I have to lower the stakes.
I’m looking for one, just one perfect thing only.
But as time goes by even I get lonely.
Cold and empty, but beating is my heart.
I want perfection, even if it’s just a shard!
Moving on as the time passes me by.
No perfection, no matter how far I fly.
Each and every place, no perfection there.
Can humans be perfect and worlds rightful heir?
Now I am standing close to the edge, full of fear.
Suddenly it comes to me, I smile and see it clear.
No matter how and where you grow up, you are perfection.
Because you are only you and not someones copy or reflection.
My Personal DevilHis kiss was that of fiery coal,
A peppermint-feel upon cracked lips.
His hands had gripped my soul —
Oh, the feel of ecstasy!
His eyes obtained the celestial sky
And were like the chilly arctic breeze.
There was no chance that I could deny
Such lively things…
His alabaster skin was so gentle, so smooth,
Mocking a similarity of mine as I awake at sunrise.
His touch had a way to soothe
The scorches upon my body…
My personal devil’s love was euphoria;
He had wrapped me in his hellish ways.
My body had been eaten away by chorea.
Yet, I crave his blaze.
Ignite me in the love you share!
Burn me with your singeing lips.
Show me how much you care!
Then drown me in your flickering flames.
His heated hands were placed upon my face.
His snakes spiraling up my legs.
Our lips were near a kiss, which he did not place,
And, instead, withdrew himself.
His deadly presence, his own personal darkness,
Was brightened by the sun.
I slowly awoke in emptiness
And lost my personal d
DescendSomething dark and something cold
like iron gripped my soul
and in the chains I was shackled
Two halves, once a whole.
Grim and cruel was the dungeon
that was created by my mind
in which love and loss battled
but remained intertwined.
And in the end it was clear
that love could never win
that loss presides over all
my dark dungeon, wherein.
But in the final moments
of their battle in my head
love took leave and descended
to reside in my heart instead.
Cyhydedd HirDoth thou ever hear
A voice in thy ear
Speaking loud and clear
Through each season?
Doth this voice so bold
Speak of doubts untold
Of spirits grown cold
Doth thou know the light
Shining ever bright
From the moonless night
Within the shade?
Can thy poetry
From deep within thee
Begin to fade?
No AirI never expected to love you.
I never expected to care.
I never thought you would be on my mind.
I never noticed if you were there.
I don't know when it started,
But I hope it never ends.
The way I feel with you tonight
Is more than I can comprehend.
And when you talk
about things that I don't know
I lose my mind a little.
But I love the way you glow
I can't help the butterflies
I can't concentrate when I'm with you
The truth is -- if I'm honest --
Sometimes I want to kiss you.
So maybe it's no secret,
And maybe you don't care,
But when I see you my heart beats fast
And suddenly there is no air.
ParasiteWhen the day turns into night,
it begins, the everyday fight.
They begin to talk in my head.
If anybody found out they would tell me I’m mad.
I don’t know if the one who thinks is me.
Can’t these voices just let me be?
Speaking and confusing my thoughts.
For me these things are only frauds.
What if the things that I think are not mine?
Should I just lay here and whine?
I think they corrupted my soul.
No, maybe even my body as a whole.
This is the side of me that I have never shown.
At times like these it is dangerous to be alone.
My head feels like it’s blown off with dynamite.
I don’t know, maybe my brain is occupied by a parasite.
HushListen closely and you will hear,
The thoughts that I have never said,
The hushed whispers with every heartbeat.
The shadows cackling in my head.
All my sinews are laced with secrets,
binding my body to my soul.
Tell me, is it truly worth it,
leaving so much truth untold?
I'm not going to point fingers,
because they say I'm the one to blame.
But I'm sure I'd hate myself a little less
if I found another way to bleed my shame.
And so I beg you, listen.
Whether you care or not for me.
I just need someone to hear my voice,
So that I may set my spirit free.
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