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Slipping, slippingI'm slipping, slipping,
when will it end?
Minds racing into infinity.
He's slipping, slipping so far away..
Why do our paths collide and our presents fray?
Did I love him? Yeah
Do I love him? No
He changed. I changed.
And left my heart rearranged.
We crossed paths but that's about it.
The flame is blown out, the one he lit.
When You Left Your InitialYou can't break me.
You've tried, and failed.
You cried, and flailed,
Your arms at me.
And I hit you.
You piece of shit.
Why'd you try?
Thought I'd cry?
Guess you learned,
Reactions are earned.
Why can't you see?
You can't fuck with me.
Think you've outsmarted.
You're just retarded.
You piece of shit,
You through a fit,
Then got hit.
And cried like baby.
Please someone save me.
Why do you insist,
On hurting me.
You refuse to see.
My life isn't yours,
You can't do shit.
So do me a favor to spice up the flavor,
Forget me, forget you.
I must have a stutter,
If you dare still utter a word to me.
After so many years, I can see.
I see you're nothing,
But I'll be something.
I can kill for thrill.
Or torture and scorch her.
So many ways to pass the days.
Making you as miserable as me.
You made me this way.
You led me astray.
Used me and left me with the remains like an ashtray.
You might've forgotten,
But you left me rotten.
You made my
Take some time to appreciate your dogThey know nothing of life or death.
They know nothing of Macbeth.
They know nothing of the dangers.
They just know to attack strangers.
They have very simple minds.
They know of the essentials,
Food, Water,the safety of mankind, and Exercise.
They think they risk their lives protecting you,
From the mail man,
From strange Uncle Dan.
From other dogs,
and strangely enough,
Also from frogs.
Their point in life is to survive,
and make sure you do.
They need to thrive!
So they can protect you from that shoe.
I want to be remembered! I want to be remembered.
I want people to know what I can do.
I don't want my art to be dismembered.
I want every kind of person to choose!
To CHOOSE read my poems in isolation.
I don't want to use auto-tune,
For a bunch of attention.
That I simply don't want.
I want people to feel.
the emotion I put in.
I want them to learn.
What I alone, dealt with.
It really wasn't Easy, but i got through.
That's how I want to earn respect. For never giving in.
The day that i lay to rest, I want people to not be stressed.
I want them to look into grave at my funeral and say to themselves;
"She inspired me" "She was beautiful, inside and
This is my best-friend.
This is my best-friend.
I met her just a few years ago, and we hit it off right away. At first I was skeptical, I lost a lot of friends before. She didn't leave me when I was troubled, I told her all my secrets and she kept them. I don't think she realizes how much she's impacted my life, my art, my mind, whether she believes it or not, my family too. I love this girl beyond words. I wish I had a hundred of her. She's so unique and so beautiful and so inspiring and the best person anyone could ask for. I have trust issues but when I'm with her, everything spills out. And she listens, she doesn't interrupt me, or tell me I'm too dramatic. I was almost a lost cause until I met her. I was cutting and when I got to know her I just... stopped. We have so much in common and I don't keep anything from her (even the details of the weird dreams I refuse to accept even happen). She laughs at my jokes, even when they're not funny. She compliments me more than any ex-boyfriends. She's beautiful on
There's always someone there. There's always someone there.
Always someone who cares.
Someone that looks at you and sees what you don't.
You may know this person very well,
or just someone that picked you up when you fell.
They could be the one who taught you guitar.
Or just someone admiring from afar.
But whichever it may be,
just remember they care.
There's always someone who appreciates you.
always there to make sure you get through.
You Could Have Saved Her.You could have saved her.
she loved you.
Now she's in the back of the hearse.
Because you didn't try.
And you didn't cry.
you didn't hold her tight.
You didn't see her take flight.
She wanted you there.
But you were too scared.
Because you were supposed to keep your image.
The image that you don't care.
A single kiss from the one you loveHe has respect.
and it's perfect.
He erases the scars,
from the men that mean less.
And I shine bright like a star.
To remove my pants isn't necessary,
To remove my underwear,
My shirt, and bra.
To fuck me hard and raw.
When I have love.
The temptation is scary.
The pressure is worse.
But a single kiss, can break the curse.
In SanityI find myself in a world of white,
This place it feels so pure.
The Sun's rays are warm and bright
I've never felt so sure.
I explore the land and all its sights,
I enjoy the world's grand tour.
I wander around until the night
Shows what it has in store.
In the darkness, a speck of light
Reveals a hidden door.
I turn the handle and peer inside,
A sight I can't endure.
I turn to run, to escape my plight,
I dare not to explore.
But something inside catches my eye,
I can't resist the lure.
I awake to find myself tied tight,
A voice tries to assure,
"This one may finally fix you right,
Maybe this is the cure."
BloodRunning away, again and again through the years
Moving from white square to black and back
Packing and unpacking things without meaning
Carrying them from here to there religiously
The doctor says there’s nothing wrong, but still
I’m up at three, drinking coffee, coughing up blood
Watching the same old ghosts watching me
I don’t have to pack them when I move, they follow
A cannibal who’s eaten everyone around him
I’ve turned on myself now, three toes already gone
Watching the lights of the modem blink yellow
No connection; another cough, another coffee alone
CarcinogensMy hands smell
like antiseptic solution
and cancer, because
the peroxide won’t
cleanse your cigarette
ashes from my nails,
and the cremation
jar is still smoking.
kafka has been dead foreveri.
I am going to cut the veins out of my neck:
pull the stars from the legiments
drown the cities in bruises
I am going to burn in hell:
tear down the pyramids, the faces, the continents
the weight of the universe
(if I live to be 20
I will know the landscape of my mind
as well as the bottom of the ocean
& people I've never met)
Beyond LoveYou say 'beautiful' like a mistake -
like it slipped out unwarranted
from those dark parts of your mind
that you don't want me to go to,
you say it like that.
You caress like it's worship -
like if you pressed too hard
or took too much, you'd pay the price
and I love those urgent times when
you're willing to pay it.
You teach me love like I'll die without it -
like if you don't defrost me
and my frozen image of myself,
then I might stop breathing
and extinguish beneath my own icy damnation.
You kiss me like you have to -
like we're sharing an oxygen tank
in a toxic, broken-down universe
and you are trying not to breathe
to save me.
You kiss me like that.
You love me, like that -
how am I supposed to resist
a man who loves me beyond his own sense
and senses - beyond love ?
Asperger SyndromeAsperger Syndrome is awesome.
Asperger Syndrome is cool.
Asperger Syndrome rocks.
People with Asperger Syndrome are sweet but not that outgoing.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their interests.
People with Asperger Syndrome have their pet peeves too.
People with Asperger Syndrome are quirky.
People with Asperger Syndrome sometimes have other problems too.
People with Asperger Syndrome have feelings.
People with Asperger Syndrome are people too.
Pop Rocksbeads of roman sweat and dust
lace the wind like meth into pop rocks—
feel the fizzlepop of history flamenco
across your justahuman tongue
and wonder why your professor never
lectured on the strawberry tang
of crusaders' sloshed blood.
i wonder...Its like the longer you're alone,
The more society rejects you.
If I could go back,
If I could change,
If I could tell you,
How I feel.
The longer I'm away,
The more I wonder.
Do you miss me?
Do you remember my face?
The things you said you loved so much?
Do you remember me at all?
I wish I could get you out of my head,
Out of my dreams,
Out of my art...
But then again,
You're what's keeping me sane.
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More