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ArtIt’s all just a huge canvas.
And He’s just a surrealist painter.
His whims and fancies come alive,
Splodges and splashes dance
Forming an intrinsic pattern;
Mysterious and grotesque,
Yet, somehow magnificent.
StagnationStagnation creeps in
Mixed with laziness
And the feeling of
Behind which I hide
The gaping hole
In my soul.
What’s my purpose?
What am I supposed to do?
I think I know…
But it isn't easy,
And I’m not too sure.
Will it make me feel complete?
Will it fill the hole in neat?
Is that really what I need to fix?
Just her and the seaShe stared at the sea, deep in thought.
‘What would it be like if I drowned?’ she thought, as she stepped into the water.
The beach was quite deserted barring a few people far away.
The sun was close to setting for the day, its beautiful bright, yellowish-orange hue reflecting in the water, took her breath away.
She went deeper and deeper into the water.
The water had such a calming effect on her. The waves seemed to take all her worries away with it, inviting her into the water…where she belonged.
The waves thrashed at her thighs. The phone in her pocket was close to getting wet. She decided she didn’t care.
In that moment, she didn’t care about anything or anyone.
She didn’t want to run away, she didn’t want to go back home. She didn’t hate anyone, she didn’t love anyone, she wasn’t happy, nor was she unhappy. She felt nothing.
All she could feel were the waves beckoning her into their depths.
She felt a strong pull within
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
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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