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HurtsI have a wound that hurts really bad every time I touch it, and, for some reason, I'm always doing it; if I'm not, someone else will do it for me.
The wound is so deep that sometimes I can forget about it. Days become clean to me and I don't have a single thought related to it, but, at night, what's deep inside comes out to the surface and it hurts, it hurts so much. It eats me inside out.
Where's the life I used to see before this accident? My dreams, my desires, me All gone! Changed! Now they're just empty as if something is missing, like white pieces of a puzzle that don't fit anywhere. Then it hurts and, inside, there I am, on my knees, screaming Crying
Friends? Sometimes I think they do it on purpose I hate to see the fucking pity in their eyes while they ask "are you ok?" Of course I'm not! But the world is full of lies, right? They keep us going. That's when I say "I'm fine " and what was already hurting like hell, becomes hell itself, unbearable.
RevengeToday I had a dream
I went to a party where I could find everyone I have ever met. And there I was, pretending not to see those eyes on me, but wondering if my presence was eating them from inside, if their memories of me still haunted them before going to sleep, wishing it.
While I kept smiling to everyone, pretending I was ok and comfortable when I was not, I started thinking of a plan, a scandal, where I would reveal their true faces, make them be ashamed of society for the rest of their life, make them hide their faces when walking on the street, make them think twice before even doing it, make them angry, make them suffer.
The place was perfect; I just had to call the attention of everyone during dinner and then just ruin their miserable lives. It was so fucking simple.
When I was waiting calmly for the big moment, I saw an old lady who I still keep in my heart and kissed her on the forehead. All she said was: "I don't know who you are!" And then it hit me, the whole truth f
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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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