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My HeartTaylor's P.O.V
I was sitting on the counter in the house we all stay at during our off time of tour. I was pretty much alone, Hayley and Josh went out for lunch, Jeremy ran to the store and Zac was asleep in his room. I sat there for awhile just staring off. I heard the front door open followed by
"Im home" 'I guess Jeremy made it home first.'
I hoped off the the counter to help bring in the grocery's.
"hey whatdya ya get?" I questioned trying to peer into the bags.
"Cereal, Ramen, Mac n' Cheese, and some stuff to make teriyaki chicken tonight." He said setting some f the bags on the counter taking the ones i had out of my hands as he started to place the objects in various places.
I hoped back on the counter and watched as he starte
Outcast call to arms introAndys P.O.V
I was walking though the studio. I had just finished recording the vocals to Knives and Pens Acoustic.
I found the break room with ease. Slowoly i opened the door.
I found that tohe room had A couch in fornt of a TV, a fridge in the conner. oppiste that conner was a bed, well more of a mattress with some pillows and blankets.
Ashly or ash was sitting on the couch with sandra usinh his sholder as a pillow not that it looked like he cared.
Jake was over at the fridge rumiging though it.
"Hay Andy"Jake said turning around from the fridge with a root beer in his hands.
Family FunAfter gettin back from a food carnival at city center
Mom-Hey got you some panflits on drugs
Mom-Because you need to know
Me- im stright edge
Mom- Any whay i got you one on Inhants*hands to me* um marijuana*hands over*
Alcohol*hands to me* Oh and prescription drugs*hands to step dad*
stepdad-*glares and walks away*
A little later
Me-Did you know that smoking tabaco can make you cranky
StepDad- you know what makes me angry people that give
StepDad- well yes. but
SidhlairielI sat on the balcony
listing to the trees
as they share stoires of the past
and the oceans whispering about adventure
my time is near
for i will leave soon
but do not worry
for i live in memory
for the trees well tell my storie
to those who pass though these woods
and the oceans well whisper my name for a lifetime and more
i will be gone but will live on
and you will know
about all the pain
all the love
and all the adventers i had
all you have to do is listin to nature
and you will hear
For love is lost 4-Alex-
It was late
just gotten home from work
he was sitting on the coffee table
she was on the couch in front of him
she was crying but nodding her head in a yes manner
he had that sad but strict look in his eyes
As i walked i already knew
it was about Jamie
it was about the unrequierd love
that the two share.
it hurts to see how pained everyone seems to be
over this one thing
i gess i just dont understand
iv always had that love connection
i know josh didnt untell me
so he makes sence out of this
well this situation i gess youd call it.
As i reached them Abrei was wiping her eyes
and josh was hugging her
as she left she said nothing
just nodded meckly
thats when Josh turned to me
"She understand" and walked towred the bedroom
so i reached for my phono
to call Jamie
to help sort this mess out.
For love is lost 3-Josh-
is so sad
it reminds me of Alex and i
only our love wasnt as blind
We always loved eachother
and didnt let anything get in our way
i belive if they tried harder they would succed
heh its almost funny how diffrent we are
Abrei is my best freind but i swear somtimes she can be so
so just blind to love
and Jamie shes like a sister to me and it pains me to see
all the confusion and heartbreak
that this youngin goes though
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
Helping Hand-Helping Hand-
Its the smiles i put on faces
Its the the hugs i receive in return.
Its the way they thank me
Its what makes me fell whole
To help people
The grandest gesture.
Weather its giving them a complement
Or helping them though a break up.
When i see that smile
When i get that hug
or hear that Thank You
It makes me the happiest person alive.
Just to know that they're happy.
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