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Fever Secrets -Cygam7Fever Secrets
What words could abate the fear and silences she holds within
Could erase time
Who would walk that shadow path placing trust in her palm
The wind her lover warping a wrapping in it’s cold embrace
Dancing with a head upon her breast to the chiming of rains pain
Such purity cannot cleanse nor avenge the soul
To where can she lay her weary and stricken head
Pillows of sodden leaves covering decaying life upon a barren mother
A feeling without the feeling
This frozen passion that cannot be healed
This fire of rage that burns, blistering sealed lips
An empty being filled with shards of glass
A name is a breath
Secrets are dire magic with none to compare
None to whom can be shared
Solace comes in lucidity and fevers
Life is a dream
Woven in the fingers of deaths spirit weavers
Between G and E MinorI once dreamed that I was alone,
Trapped in darkness with an empty chest.
This was my childhood, and no dream,
And in darkness did I walk for so long,
Alone, with empty hands, no friend in
The world, and no love for it from me.
But I turned my head, and saw light,
From eyes so bright, I was blinded by
Beauty, brightness which turned the
Darkness white with love, and hope for
A brighter future, in which love was
Blind and life worth living.
I turned to white that day, and swore
That I would never return to such blackness,
That love would live like a candle in my heart,
Bringing light where darkness once walked, and
That I would hold your hand, as we walked together
As one, against all odds, towards the brightness
That marks the line between G and E Minor,
And the path from cradle to grave.
MercyYou're like a fallen angel
A dusty doll on the shelf
Your eyes still to the ceiling
Counting the seconds
The spans between the rise and fall of your chest
Cutting through the torture
Tracing the bites on your stomach with shaking fingers
Drunk behind the gym during class
Yearning and mourning
Nothing but a scared little boy
Face pressed to the filthy bus window
Watching mommy wave goodbye
You're a broken wine glass
Shattered between stiletto heels
Branded with ruby lipstick and the stick of apple wine
Babe, don't try to shove your bruised knuckles in your empty pockets
Brush it off
Shake your blonde head and smile
Tell yourself that you're going to be fine
Not moving a muscle
Deceit in the corners of your eyes
No bend in the sides of your mouth
Begging for mercy
Dreaming of YouEvery night I dream of you
wishing upon a star
that you were here for real
Every night I lay in bed
a dream so wonderful
cause you are in it
I dream of being with you
to grow old together
a day never apart
only you are in my thoughts
A feeling so wonderful
it is in my heart
the love that grows
stronger each day
Every night I think of you
our love is for real
you are always here
I dream of happiness
being with you all the time
a dream so magical
that everything seem so real
you are here with me
keeping me safe
throughout the night
After all it is just a dream
but I promise you
that one day it will be real
So for now I will just dream
of seeing you in sight
cause some day it will happen
that you will be in my arms
FlyingHear me read it!
A poem emerges,
a sudden and dazzling spark
blistering the sky with its trail.
It is a paper aeroplane
aflame as it enters your atmosphere.
It begins to burn, to rage -
The lette rs peel of f
a nd d is per s e wi ldly.
These fragments of my words,
my thoughts and hopes;
burn in the nightscape.
They are the stars.
The Sting of Memories Haunted, RelivedThe cold-telling heart
That silently beats in the dark,
Darkness reading pages five and six,
But feeling lost in the City of Dis.
Tis but a fool's game
To seek the beautiful dame,
Forever in the shadows of thy heart
The compass that guides shattered by a sallying dart.
It is nothing to thee,
For she to be with he,
He bearing the shadow of me,
Loneliness it seems is the fate to be.
The heart loves,
It offers loyalty to the white dove,
It offers to hold the tears in its hand
And not let them seep forgotten into the sand.
Be the cycle of the Libra or Aries,
The one seeks you out in the sun or solar prairies;
Dreams of a solar sway
Do I dream whilst in my bed I lay.
Night after night
Do my dreams and fantasies take flight,
Only to return sheltered and shadowed
When the sun returns to its mark most hallowed.
Warum träume ich?
Rain reflectsYou walk around, your leg throbbing, slightly confused… how did I get here? Your heart beats in your chest intensely and rapidly; sweat drips off your forehead. Your vision become’s steady and your eyes focus on the forest floor. Your knees give in and you collapse onto your back, through the branches you see glistening light, beaming through the leaves, coating you in a yellow glow. Where am I? You attempt to stand, slightly painful but bearable. You look down at your bare feet as they lead you forward, through the trees, Who am I? You open your hands and look thoroughly at your fingers; you move them up closer to your face and let the light melt over them, seeing their silhouette, you feel cold, wet specks fall lightly on your face from the sky, it feels good… you feel your face smile, and a light feeling flows through you. You close your eyes and breath in the air coated in a scent of water on soil, a beautiful, natural aroma that layers you in-between the sun, t
The one who loved you the most (Goodbye)I suppose that i played all my cards
And still it has ended like this
but somehow im able to smile
even though you chose to be his
Do you remember not to long ago
We hung out all day at the park
you told me to "never stop writing"
and one day id be loved for my art
Well this is my last one to you
Anymore would fail to reach your ears
And it hurts to have to say goodbye
After all of our prosperous years
But I suppose that love really changes us
Hell, you changed me more everyday
You shown me what it's like to have a purpose
and to not be the one cast astray
But through all this I still find a smile
Because i know now that this is your choice
And there is nothing i can do to change that
Nothing 'cept the power of God's voice...
But Now as i take my leave
And the tears start to reach the floor
Don't cry, just remember me always
As the one who loved you the most...
TriggerBetrayal and derision
Were the bullets in your gun,
And you shot with the skill and precision
Of a seasoned marksman.
But just as I was expiring
on the edge of existence,
You decided that the sea
Would not carry me
Off to a diluted heaven.
You brought me back,
Back in the lonely tower,
Where you fed me lies, coated in sugary syllables,
Pretending they were medicine.
You rubbed salt in to my wounds as you stitched them shut.
I needed rest.
While I slept,
You blocked off paths
that might have led to another's hospitality.
Demons were outside the window.
They watched as I suffered,
Hoping I would die.
But I could not.
You sometimes check my vital signs.
I am held together,
But never whole.
You never could remove that one last bullet,
Can't heal the hole in my heart.
Pursuing my happiness
I can feel the rubble beneath my feet
My eyes are clouded with a fog that restricts me from seeing
For now I feel blind, but from a distance I see a shining figure
Though I seem to be in a malevolent environment, I don’t feel like fleeing
With each step I take, the rubble pierces my feet
Though the pain is sorrowful, faith strengthens my heart
I know I won’t be disappointed with finding someone who shines in the dark
All of this will be worth it; this will be where my happiness starts
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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