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Scribbles on the Wall VII...I remembered those times when we first met...
...you were all smiles and gay...
...I wished that would last...
...but fate is too cruel...
...problems and decisions broke us apart...
...you, who has shown me light...we are separated by distance...
...you, who encourages me...busy with life...
...you, who showed the fun in life...hides from the world...
...you, who always held my hand...i can no longer trace...
...you, who kept me from falling...fell instead...
...and you, who i love...now not in best health...
...if only there was ever a second where we would forgive and forget...
...spend time with each other...
...like those times...
...but that's an impossible wish...
...so now...I only hope...
...that these golden threads of friendship don't snap...
...coz i can see it worn now...
Dream's EndAs Hiro opens the gates of Hell, Aki runs towards him. She then hugs him tight and tears flow down her cheek.
"I'm not the man for you."
"Toushi please " she said as tears kept on flowing. Suddenly, dark flames erupted from him. She knelt in front of him
"Don't do this please "
"I don't ever want to see you again! I'm through trying to save everyone damn it!"
"...then just stay with me...please...I love you Toushiro...don't leave me "
He then drew his sword and pointed it at her. "Prove it to me. Fight me."
She looked up at him. "Toushi " She then stood up and drew her sword.
He then called out a clone. As soon as the clone distracted her, the real Hiro appeared behind him and punches her back. She fell on her knees and coughed. Her attempt to hit him with her sword was rendered futile when he had effortlessly countered it.
"You fell for it" he said as he smiled evilly.
She then stood up and pushed the swo
Raining TearsAfter what has happened
I do not know what to do next
I lost so much already
And now, everything's gone
I stand alone in the rain
I look up at it
And soon they became my tears
The unshod tears finally came
With the hoarse voice I have
I screamed out
Not even caring if
I lose my voice forever
Soon the rain stopped
I opened my eyes
It hasn't stopped, I thought
Rain was still flowing down my cheeks
With no umbrella above my head
Or even a jacket on my shoulders
I ran with no destination in mind
Last I heard was your voice and...
"I HATE YOU"
"I SAID THAT?"
"YOUR NOT MY FRIEND"
Words that echoed in my mind
Words I hoped to never hear
Words that pierced through my heart
Words that brought pain back to my life
I awake in a room pure white
No sound, just very distant beeping
"Oh dear, it's raining again
The sky will be crying soon..."
SEA HEARTSea Heart
My heart is like the sea
Vast, unlike a pea
It welcomes anyone it greets
Beautiful if the sun (God) and it meets.
In it are a lot of precious things
Family, friends, and even enemies
Emotions compare to it as well
The color of a strong blue,
Like the brave red blood
I put my pencil down and rub my forehead,
Lean on the chair, picked up the paper and read.
Sea Heart, I named it, and said
"I hope you come over and help me mend "
Scribbles on the Wall VI as light and dark try to overpower each other without end
and fire and water clash to see who remains unwounded in battle
I don't know what to choose
do I imprison myself in ice or do I bury myself under the snow
do I sleep under the cool mud or be crushed by the mighty rocks
my heart has gone off somewhere
yes this is called a dilemma
can I not choose
and just disappear with the wind instead
Scribbles on the Wall V .if only my hand can transform into
a bow and arrow
or any other deadly weapon at will
I would've already killed you more than a billion times
you don't understand ma at all
you'll never ever understand
Scribbles on the Wall IV. . . .
. . . . it was called "LOVE" . . . .
. . . . and that's the reason why . . . .
. . . . I died for you . . . .
. . . .
Scribbles on the Wall III. . . .
they pulled my legs off
they broke my arms
they cut my tongue out
they poked knives through my ears
it's getting harder to breathe
shards enter my eyes
my mind I can't move
it pierced through my heart into the ground
my heart where ?
am I dead now ?
. . . ?
Scribbles on the Wall II. my best flight my first and last my wings broke disappeared .
. falling in this endless sky can't see where I'll land no end .
.drowning in the deep sea not able to see the light so dark .
flames that warmed my nights suddenly engulfed me .
. buried under the cold snow
frozen in solid ice .
.can't move .
.the pouring rain strikes my cheeks the tears flow down with the raindrops .
.calling out no tone complete silence .
.doors closed, locked, chained .
. this heart empty .
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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