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A Broken Memory -Part 2-She felt as if she were weighed down by a thousand ton weights. She couldn't move, like her body was numb, she couldn't even wiggle her toes or twitch her fingers but still she felt everything. It was like she was in some kind of conscious coma. She could hear all around her, the beeping of a hospital life line, the air rushing through vents, the muffled breaths of men behind a wall. She couldn't believe it, how heightened her senses seemed to be. She could hear everything; feel everything from the binds around her limbs and torso to the cold table beneath her.
The loudest sound however was the quick labored breathing of someone. The breath sounded smaller than a human's but still large. She heard a shift, the breather moving, claws scraping against another table, a familiar whimper.
Kujo! Nothing came out, just her thoughts and the rush of her breath. Her mouth wouldn't open, her vocal cord wouldn't work. She couldn't even open her eyes, gaze dashing back and forth in darkness. She wa
A Broken Memory -Part 1-The day was moving into dusk, the sun barely visible over the tops of the shortest buildings. The streets were wet with the evening rain, puddles being kicked up by the occasional passing car. All was quiet except the scuff of boots and the slight click-click of four paws on the concrete.
The street lights flickered on as the last rays of light disappeared behind the horizon; the artificial light illuminating a pale young girl and a large brindle Dane.
Dark brown-red hair peaked from beneath the girl's hood, her face aptly hidden by a thin black hood from her jacket. She walked casually, seeming in no hurry at all with a hand in her pocket, a hand on the leash. Her feet scooted along, barely coming off the ground, weighed down by heavy black combat boots. Every now and then a small rock would be found in her path, soon sent off flying into the street by the thick cover on her toe.
The dog suddenly froze, ears perking atop his head, looking down an alley across the street. He sni
Have you ever had a dream?Have you ever had a dream,
where you woke up crying?
Not crying of sadness,
not crying of pain,
but crying of joy,
for something to gain.
A dream where your wishes,
seemed to appear,
out of nothing, out of air,
and whispered in your ear.
Have you ever had a dream,
where you woke up laughing?
Not laughing of happiness,
not laughing of glee,
but laughing of loss,
for something you never wanted to see.
A dream like a nightmare,
you were just happy to be awake,
you laughed 'cause it was silly,
but inside your mind was at stake.
Have you ever had a dream,
you couldn't explain?
so surely a shame.
A dream like a mystery,
where nothing made sense,
but somehow you knew,
it was only the tense.
Have you ever had a dream,
where you knew it was real?
Where you felt the pain,
felt the joy,
felt the emotion like it was real.
A dream like a memory,
neither happy nor sad,
a dream like a test,
neither good nor bad.
And have you ever had a dream,
that you wished you could share?
Something I forgot to say...There's something I never show,
hidden behind my glorious glow,
I pull it deep inside,
and hope that I can hide.
You say that I could hold the stars,
and to that I do agree,
but something you must know,
is that I'm no "Susy Lee".
I'm far from perfect,
far from fair.
I know my weaknesses,
and their hard to bare.
I've been down that path,
that winding trail,
were shadows filled my every thought,
and made me oh so frail.
I didn't feel I had anyone,
to guide me to the light,
but even when I felt alone,
I had to see the future sight.
It's true I know now what I want,
but it didn't used to be that way.
I still remember the anger I had,
the pain that I still hold today.
I've come very far from that deep dark path,
and I feel, as I said, that it's in the past.
I'm here to help, and I'll never leave,
just step up, take my hand, and be sure to see.
I'm sorry your lost in that deadly, dark place,
but as a good friend I'ma get in your face.
I won't let you wallow, in the pain that you feel,
Old FriendsEver since my mother let me free,
to wonder out and truly see,
I met an old friend, one perfect for me,
with wisdom and things to share.
This friend, though old and ancient, not new,
had wisdom beyond me or you,
he was something of the quiet few,
but somehow he always spoke.
I'd wake up just excited to see him another day,
to sit beneath him or play the sunlight away,
but every time I left I felt him beg me to stay,
but I'd always reply, "I'll be back".
No one besides him and I,
could understand my obsession and why,
I'd go and talk to him 'bout my life,
and all the things I'd been through.
And though the years raced right past,
and I grew and grew, so very fast,
my old, old friend only seemed to last,
as he only changed with the seasons.
He knew my every secret and thought,
I'd share every dream I'd ever sought,
he knew about all of the pets that I bought,
and I always brought them to meet him.
But now I am old, and withered and grey,
and though he still changes, he did always stay,
And YetNo sun, as it hides beneath the clouds,
and yet I feel it's warmth
No rain, as the clouds stay full,
and yet I feel it's falling
raining on me
No chill, or pain, as on this plain,
and yet somewhere I feel it's cold
No emotions, good or bad, just the chimes in my ears
just the sway of the ha-mick, as if swaying away from my fears
The most power comes between rage and serenity
passion, and peace
No glow, as my body feels empowered
and yet I can see the shining aura
WindowsWhat is the "soul" but our life and emotions
What is "emotion" but our feelings and thoughts
What is "thought" but our mind working miracles
What is "miracle" but a belief we once had
What is "belief" but a lie we were show
What is "lie" but a truth never told
What is "truth" but something we say
Our given word being only the proof.
Our eyes are windows,
Windows to soul, emotion, thought;
life, feelings, belief;
lies, truth, proof that miracles are in the eyes of the beholder.
What is "beholder" but the person we are
Who are we but pieces to a puzzle of the world.
"We all can make a difference,"
"We all can make our way,"
Something we say: Truth in our "eyes".
Look out the window, what do you see?
MAYBE a tree?
This is our "truth". These images of cars
This is how we live, day in and day out
Make that difference you keep talking about
Step out, take a walk instead of zooming about
Eat healthy, eat right.
Care for all those in sight.
Be positive, not cruel.
Broken SorrowsHollowed by my broken soul,
My Love hath crushed and bruised me.
By now my heart be only but a hole,
In which none is left to sooth thee.
How may thee ask if I cry,
When thy gaze looks upon tears dark in my eyes?
Ask me once if this pain I sorrow,
Can ever be healed and patched.
Answer me this, if my heart for borrow?
The answer is no, no grief can match.
Upon this road I have traveled far,
I gave thee my heart 'afore I knew what ye are.
The grave? It has burned me,
My mind? It is stolen.
A scar thee has left me,
Now my chest is but swollen.
Nary I leave my sorrows behind,
If given a choice, nary would I rewind.
Once Upon a Twilight DayCome and take my hand dear,
Come and share this moment.
The stars shine so brightly,
High up in twilight's quite night.
Over the hills of Autumn,
Grasses of brown and red.
The leaves will fall down on our heads,
While we laugh and hold each other.
Those twisting paths of sidewalk,
Our feet with not stray far from them.
The sky above our head is becoming,
Bright colors fill our eyes, a twilight rainbow.
Only once the moon has reared its head,
Only the sun had slipped over the horizon,
Will we return the the real world,
And leave this place of fantasy.
What is that, my love?
Nothing but a door, one to take us home.
It seems somehow this has become a story.
Once upon a twilight day.
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