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Scarlet“Did you hear about the new girl coming in?” Leonardo asked Artemi one morning in the office. He was wearing his gray striped sweater and his jeans that were just a little too tight, but Artemi didn’t mind.
“New girl?” Artemi asked, feeding papers through a shredder. Today was her “clean cubicle day”, mot more than likely, she’d give up in about fifteen minutes like always.
“Yeah,” Leonardo said, leaning up against her desk, “Her name is Scarlet. She’s supposed to be in here today.” He took a sip of coffee.
Scarlet… Artemi knew instantly by just her name that there was going to be trouble. “Where is she coming from?” Artemi asked.
“California, I think,” Leonardo replied, “Napa Valley.”
“Oh,” Artemi said, shredding more paper. Napa Valley… Scarlet… California… Yup. The stereotypes were already popping in her head. Right as Artemi began
Fight With MeI'll be damned if I don't fight for you
Stand by my side and I'll stand by yours too
With a sword in hand and a fire in my heart
I'll tear the demons until they're completely apart
Look into my eyes and see I am true
For you, my love, it's anything I'll do
Hold my hand tight and help me fight to the death
And when the battle is over, we can finally rest
HomeFeel the wind upon my face
The Texas air makes my heart race
The green of the trees and clean air
"I AM HOME!" I do declare.
Mother at the gate with a welcoming embrace
Losing my bearings in the time of haste
Been gone for so long, I miss the soil
I am welcomed back to my land like a royal
The sun is bright and high in the sky
My eyes redden as I begin to cry
Tears fall in such a happy way
Long awaited has been this day
Time is TickingMy life will not be my own in two week's time
I have pressed my thumb and my name has been signed
I have taken an oath in tears tonight
My only choice now is to do or die
Sign awayTo do or die is now my only choice
I have signed my name and lost my voice
One in a million now one of a million
If I fall to the ground my head will flatten
Sharing everyone elses face
Wearing the same clothes with great distaste
Standing at attention with my back up straight
Running for miles, from my mouth cadance will resignate
Traveling to far off places across the land
With a pistol on my hip and a rifle on my hip
Gone for years with no seeing those I love
I hope to God my father is smiling above
With this choice, I hope I have Krishna's grace
I hope I obtain the patience of Buddha and learn to embrace
I hope I have Karma on my weary side
Before my mind begins to completely slide
Losing sleep each and every night
Thinking about the internal conflict and fight
Am I doing what I feel is truly my path
Or will I suffer at the hands of my own government's wrath?
Drop Down, Give me TwentyDrop down, and give me twenty
Sit-ups, push-ups, many many
Running miles, shooting guns
Exercise until I have sore buns
Gas chamber bringing tears to my eyes
Waking up before the sunrise
Three minutes to shower, three more to eat
Learning combat so not to get beat
Book-work, book-work, study, study
Mind and body will become sturdy
Graduate with medals, badges, and more
This feeling of pride makes my spirit soar
in timei need you
from my hands
and heart unto
the cold ground.
i am (forgetful)
i am (lost);
soon you might
s e e
that i will be
g o n e
you won't even
m i s s
and even then,
come visit me,
not even to
lay a rose on
DarknessI sit alone
In the darkness
Maddness eating my soul
Little demons scare me
They scurry around in the dark
No one would care
If I died
I will never know
I'm a grey bird
My colors dull
My song silent
If someone loves me
Say it now
Before the darkness kills me
Before I die
Anyone who did care
I'll see u when I fall asleep
Cause I won't be wakeing up
The world is exploding
Dirt flying and rocks hitting your skin
You run out of breath
Uneven and rocky you tumble and fall
The sounds of the dying scream into your ear
FIRE AT WILL
You force your mind shut and close your eyes
You think but you can't get a single thing out of your head
All you see and hear are the screams of the dying and the yelling of the fighting
You feel the ground hard an
Paint itPaint the world anew with your scarlet letters,
As the days pass and cities fill with feathers.
When the angels come a callin,
Paint the city before you go fallin.
Paint the rear view mirror,
To a scene that is somehow nearer.
Gone into the sun,
We'll make this scene fun,
As the battery dies and the mind dries,
You better go give up on lies.
Paint this life anew,
Scream it like you're due.
The caged voice breaks
With words that each sound ache,
Trembling with fear and worry's course.
Shatter all the walls with echoed force.
Paint it all,
Before we spin and fall.
The Elements Poems(Just My OCs)
A flame of a chance Lost inside, but future ahead
Everyday we live....we live risk Beginning life was amazing!
Risk that we must face for the greater good
the anticipation of
while for the hopeful
infantile hearts it
lifts their grief, briefly
through burdening and
bones with naïve love
searching high and low
to possess an elusive
ecstasy built strength
eases the bated breaths of
Sister Dearest.Every leaf falls down, and never takes it's place again
Everyday, the rain falls. And it only makes things even worse.
The wind becomes stronger, pushing you longer off.
Every hand falls, and needs another to push them up.
Every leaf needs wind to fly
Every raindrop needs water to fly.
I'm just as fragile as nothing, broken to the points of emptyness.
I always promised I'd never cry, I always told that I'd stay strong.
But I'm crying, I;m shattered to my knees.
A holding hand, it's the only thing I wished for.
And you were there, never going away.
You're permanent, as the flower of may.
Living hell everyday, seeing even less than happyness.
Watching everything turn to hell, and working your soul out.
Blocked in the darkness, looking into your eyes.
Sister, forgive my broken promise. And hold my hand
I've been broken to nothing, but I need you now.
You always told me "Brother be strong" A parade of happy ever after.
Yet, Look at me.
I'm lost and broken, confused and darkened.
You're Alone"You're alone," the voice whispers in my head;
it echoes during the day and through the night.
There is no escape from it
and I can no longer see the light.
"You're alone," the voice repeats itself.
"Yes, I know," I whimper back.
Overcome with fear and sadness;
my smile has been painted black.
"You're alone," it snarls at me,
laughing at my agonizing pain.
Now I'm lying on the battle ground,
by depression's hand I've been slain.
"You're alone!" the voice begins to scream.
"I know, I know!!!" I yell and finally break.
I cover my head with my hands and cry out,
"This is more than I can take!!!"
"You're alone!!!" it shrieks and laughs at me.
"Go away please," I say through tears,
"Don't you think I already know?"
By now I'm being pulled down by all my fears.
"You're alone," the voice turns to a whisper.
I finally open my tear filled eyes.
"I'm alone..." I say, knowing I've been talking to myself.
So I lay there crying, now believing what I once called lies.
WhateverYou didn't listen when I told you no.
Now you're in trouble, I hope you know.
Don't get mad at me for your stupid mistake
Only one time, that's all it'll take
You're an idiot for not listening to me
You dug your own grave, I'll just let you be
Just don't drag us all down into the dirt
You didn't listen to me you inconsiderate jerk
A simple "ok" would have sufficed
But now it's your sanity you have sacrificed
Goodbye my dear, I wish you well
But you probably don't care, so just go to hell.
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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