|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
Suicide is WRONGWe're driving on the highway,
On our way home,
When I spot I homeless man,
Cold and alone.
We come to a red light,
And stop for a while,
The man sees me looking,
He flashes a smile.
This man is insane,
I can see it in his eyes,
He pulls out a gun,
And that's when I realise
What he's about to do,
He's got his mind set on it,
I yell at him to stop,
But he's already done it.
He pulls the trigger,
The gun pointed at his head,
There's a small gun retort,
And a small show of red.
He's taken his life,
When he didn't have to,
He's taken his life,
As many others have, too.
Many young people,
And old ones too,
I want you to know,
Suicide's the wrong thing to do.
Feelings are fragile
You shouldn't break what's just been fixed.
Do unto others what you want done unto you.
Hurt, and you shall be hurt twice as bad.
You can't bring me down when I'm already on the ground.
When you hit me you're only hurting yourself.
You say you're learning about eachother, I say it's only driving you apart.
It's only fueled when you feed it.
It'll only stop when you stop.
The more you fuel it, the longer it goes.
The sooner you stop, the sooner it will.
You can't undo what's already done.
You can't take back what's already said.
But I guess you can't break what's already broken... like me...
The mad truthYou scream at me,
Because I'm not like you,
I don't do every single thing you do.
It isn't right,
To call me names,
We're not the same.
You want something,
I want something else,
But is that any reason
For you to yell?
You call me a bitch,
But it can't bring me down;
You've already pushed me
All the way to the ground.
I try to walk away,
I want this to stop,
But you follow me,
You've blown your top.
I slam and lock my door,
I suppose you could knock it down,
But instead you've had enough,
You simply turn around.
You go and find a place to hide,
So you can cry all night,
Just as I myself have done,
After every fight.
I wish you knew how much
It hurts me when you say,
That you do not love me,
You wish I'd go away.
Maybe someday your dream will come true,
And I will run away,
Then maybe you will be happy
In that sad and lonely way.
I know I'm not a blessing,
I feel that I'm a curse,
But when you tell me that, straight out loud,
It really, truly hurts...
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Keep in Touch!
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