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FriendYou feel my pain
As though it were your own
And your silence comforts me
Your tolerance of my faults
Gives me strength and room to grow
With gentle questions
You steer me to the truth I might not always see
Never do you expect more of me
Than you would give yourself
Though times come
That you do not understand the choices that I make
You do not judge me harshly
Never do you say "I told you so"
Or burden me with guilt more than I can bear
You help me up when I stumble
You dry my tears patiently
However often they may fall
And share my joys and triumphs
With an exuberance matching my own
You see me for who I am
And treat me with respect for my uniqueness
Your acceptance of me
Good and bad
Gives me the confidence to be
The best that I can be
You are lifes' most treasured gift
My nearest, dearest friend
I've SeenI've seen how often,
Smiles and shared intimacies are forgotten.
By one act of human failing.
I've seen how quickly,
A thousand kindnesses are obliterated.
By one perceived injustice
I've seen how many times,
Choices are made of misinformation
Formed by whispered sleights and ignorance
Rather than pursuit and possession of ALL the facts
I've seen "friend" turn on "friend"
How rational "reasoning" adults,
Regain the cruelty of childhood
To bands of small mealy-mouthed children
Armed with sticks and stones
I've seen words viciously slung,
Sharp with malice
Barbed with the arrogance of falsely donned righteousness
And tipped with pettiness
I've seen fingers pointing,
As vindictive wit is meted out from soapboxes,
And pulpits built of rotted wood,
Precariously balanced on weak, trembling foundations
By those who would well avoid scrutiny themselves.
And I've seen,
NONE among us who is without blemish
Fault or flaw.
Letter 2Shower damp and soap sweet, I slip between the sheets. They're cool and crisp against the parts of my skin that are exposed. Cool …on smooth calves and bare thighs.
Laying back…I snuggle in …the linen of your shirt clinging to my skin…the residual moisture holding it fast…molding it to curves. I breathe deeply and I can smell you…..the scent of your cologne enveloping me…..coaxing me to you.
I close my eyes…breathing you in….wrapping myself around your memory. The sound of your voice…low and teasing….the hint of a smile breaking through. Sweet words….my girl….sweetheart…darling….words that make me melt.
The wanting is there…as it always is…but at this moment…it is …more insistent. Demanding somehow.
I reach for them….the images you've gifted me with. Images of you.
My eyes open…and I smile as you come into focus. You….dark hair and smiling mischievous eyes. You…the man who touched my soul…and stole my heart . My eyes linger…and then I go to the next. I feel my hea
The JourneyThis journey that we share together
Traversing miles of joy and strife
Past a landscape of emotions
Along this path called life
Through endless nights of tender love
And days of bitter sorrow
Ever forward we press on
In search of our tomorrow
And we have weathered many storms
Bridged rivers filled with tears
Held close to one another tightly
Protected from our fears
We have seen seasons filled with laughter
Days brightened by the sun
Along our journey times have come
That we have been as one
Though we have quarreled at the forks
And moved reluctantly
The love we share pulls us together
And we find harmony
And as our journey carries on
I know that this is true
I have desire for one companion
And that my love is you
Bitter WisdomAsk nothing
And you will not be denied
And you will not be misunderstood
And you will not be deceived
And you will not be disappointed
And you will not be betrayed
And you will not mourn it's loss
AloneThe night is barren and still
To an unreachable dawn
How quickly you left me behind
Banishing me to solitude
An unfinished thought
Still lingering on your lips
While you followed the beckoning call of slumber
Your presence is warm beside me
Arms holding me close
The sound of your breathing, soft in my ear
And I ache for the comfort
Of your heart speaking to mine
Desperate for you to understand
And quench the thirst of my soul for yours
I struggle in the darkness
In quiet desperation
To deny my loneliness
And still the mad rush of my thoughts
Pleading in silence for the rescue of sleep
But the torments of my heart and mind
Have conspired against me with my body
I realize in horrified despair
That my hands have closed in tight fists
My brow furrowed, teeth clenched
My shoulders bowed in taut knots
Thwarting the calm I strive to attain.
Driving oblivion far from my reach
And there is no escape
My fears and loneliness loom before me
Just as the night
Soft MiddleThe walls were closing on my mind,
Everything was breaking bind by bind,
Nothing in my world was fine,
Was it wrong to want one person to call mine?
His eyes were arrows sent flying across the room,
With one shot my heart needed its own tomb,
His smile wrecked me with crooked perfection,
Was it too soon to get an erection?
The bass drum and the snare made a lovely pair,
I fantasized about being able to put his hair,
Soon he caught me face to face,
“Hey, you wanna get out of this place?”
The warmth of his hands was a pleasure,
I wanted him to make me his treasure,
Oddly he was sweet and gentle,
He wasn’t a walking porno rental.
Suddenly it was all quite real,
I was the one he wanted to make squeal,
He was pressed against me ready to get rubby,
“Are you sure you don’t mind me being chubby?”
“You goof ball, I love your bit of tummy”
“Can’t you see you’re sweet as honey?”
“Truly, dear, you’re fit as a fiddl
Valentine from a SuccubusWithin you is where I will be -
Crouching in the pits of your pliable mind.
Within you, my fingers will explore
Each corner, each crevice of your being.
I'll stroke, burn, and gag you,
Restrain you until I find the hard facts.
My tongue presses into the flesh
Of your soul-suit, the sweet coating melts
Around you to liberate the centre.
You're free to be.
Free to act out your darkest fantasies.
song of the dollsPum pa la pa la pa pum
Listen to our song.
Dolls dressed in outfits made of the finest silk.
What could go wrong?
Pum pa la pa la pum
Listen listen do you hear it?
It's the song of the dolls.
Pitter patter blood covers the floor.
Help me please sombody help!!
The screams fill the room.
Ha ha ha haha
Isn't it fun?
Pum pa la pa la pum
Ohhhhhhhhhh it's so much fun!
It is the song of death it's the song of the dolls.
Sus manos manchadas de tinta temblabanCesó el rasgar de la pluma, el roce
Estaba terminado, muerto, suspenso.
Era solo el silencio y ella, la luz, el peso,
El peso de ese cuerpo bello, ya completo
Tendido de espaldas, mirando al techo.
Manchado y perfecto, herido y lleno
De amor, de caricias, de palabras y sueños.
Lleno todo de ella, de ambas, de besos.
Quedaba callado para siempre, taciturno:
Al terminar el libro quedó todo en silencio,
Mientras su interior gritaba, en nervios,
Por haberla terminado a ella,
Y no a sus miedos.
Con las manos en tinta quedó todo resuelto.
Y solo quedó ella en el escritorio, en duelo.
Sola quedó en la cama, quedó todo en silencio.
Untitled"...and desire walked in...."
There you were- a striking figure
Stealing glances my way
Looking at me like you want to crawl into my thoughts and stay awhile
The way you say my name should be a sin
Low and erotic- to give me a hint of what's on your mind
Desire walked in the day we met.
ice-by kaito shionIce the one thing I love.
Ice cream my happy place.
Ice my stress reliever.
Ice sweet and cool.
Ice I love it!
Ice sooooo good!
Ice can't get enough!
Ice eat it every day of the week!
Ice melts so easily.
Ice don't you like it to?
Ice nice cool chilly to the touch.
Ice how I love you so.
Ice well, what more can I say?
Ice I love it 0\\\w\\\^
NegativesIn her arms i am become a creature of innate darkness, of insatiable hungers.
Ravenous i feed upon her energies as we entwine.
When darkness feeds on darkness the hunger multiplies in each of our breasts.
It is thankful that our bodies are no stronger than they are for fatigue is all that saves us from our exponential lusts.
We collapse together like weak kittens too long at play, our monsters hidden for a moment, exhausted from their cannibalistic ravishings.
For a fleeting instant we are innocent again as we lay together having passed through a crucible of one anothers pain and pleasure.
In this, our passion, our perversion, our carnality two negatives become a positive.
This is why she haunts me, our devils dance well together and being broken neither of us fears the dark.
PoemIti sta bine in lumina lunii.
Astepti timid sa iti conturez pleoapa stanga
Ciudat. Ma vad pe mine.
Insa degetele mele nu au facut nimic altceva
Decat sa isi aminteasca de chipul tau.
Gata si pleoapa.
Galbenul sangeriu coloreaza subtil
Aerul din camera.
E trei deja.
Ma gandesc tot mai serios sa bat in cuie luna
Si sa opresc toate ceasurile din casa.
In mine si-n tine si-n aerul colorat.
Abia acum pot sa disting sunetul genelor tale,
Lovindu-se in cautari de maini si coapse si buze,
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