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GodlessI know none
Of your silly laws,
Of your useless rules.
I have no ruler.
Subdue my will.
In me, there is no god.
I bow to none
Who would have me swear to them.
I love no one.
I work for my own.
Above I will stand.
Alone I will fall.
I've no use for people to love.
Somebody to love
Would only start
A wave of doubt in me.
I work alone on my hunt for the truth.
No one can help me find what I need.
That security, so hard to find
The comfort of redemption!
Solitary on my walk through the night
They whisper to me as I pass them by.
My name has become legend.
I am the master of my soul.
I stand before you
What you asked.
Give it back!
Give her to me!
I see freedom from your
Cruel and selfish whims.
Lay her in my arms.
Can't you hear?
She is crying!
I am here.
I am free.
You will not be lord over me!
She will return to me!
She must return
Because I am her God!
I work alone in my hunt for the truth.
No one can help me find her!
My love that y
River of FlowersDo you wonder?
How does heaven look
To those who have not yet died.
Does it glow
Like a forgotten smile?
Can you feel it?
So close to you today.
Like a final word
On your lips. Drifting up
Into midnight's silver air.
But I will not let you see.
I am here
To keep you breathing.
You to this living earth.
Against your will
I hold you here!
Pouring from your broken heart.
A wound that will never heal.
I am responsible for
A river of flowers
Flowing from the vein which has opened.
That is all
That your precious heaven holds.
There's nothing for you.
No release from all this pain.
I am the only thing
You can see.
I keep you here,
Living on at my side.
Even though I know you want death.
I will not
Let you die here.
I will not
Let you see heaven's gates.
When you have only just begun
To love me!
My only love on earth.
I will not lose you to loss.
I do not fear your hate,
I will have you here,
Side by side we will love,
Blind EyesI, open my blind eyes and look at you.
Seeing only what
I long to see, in you.
I know that I have never seen.
That I will never see
Caught here in your tiny cage.
Stars, they shine above.
Just out of my reach.
I long to feel them!
Reaching through the bars,
Screaming your name,
You laugh and turn from me,
Leave me in my ties.
Sweet little bluebird why do you sing?
You too are trapped here
And you don't know it.
Fly, fly free as I never can.
See the stars for me.
Bring them back here, to this cage.
Ah, your sweet song,
It fades away into the night.
You will not return!
You are free now.
And I am breaking.
I see the stars now, they spin before my eyes.
You my jailer, I see you staring down at me.
I can not speak to you.
I have lost myself in the stars.
Somehow I must be free from these chains
But you won't free me!
Your heart feels nothig, demon.
Ah, my mind it screams.
I sink into the mirror.
Never to be seen again...
Stars, they shine above.
Just out of my reach.
I long to
Wings of the RavenLike the wings of the raven
You brush my heart.
You call out and shiver within me,
And I die inside.
As one we are joined
And can not be undone.
With you I can not be brought down.
I will not be stopped.
I will not let you
They will not keep me from
Your cold heart!
I wish only to love you.
Your raven wings that burn.
I can taste your fear
Of the death that draws near.
Like the bird's wing you quiver,
And I can tell that you're frightened.
Just let me come down to you.
I can help you now, again.
You will not let me touch you,
Though I can see you clearly, drowning.
I wish only to love you!
With me you can not be brought down!
You will not be stopped!
I will not let you
They will not keep you from
My warm embrace.
I wish only to love you.
Your lonesome eyes that cry.
I can taste your fear
Of the death that draws near.
Code Geass R3 - Chapter SixChapter Six
Lelouch looked up as Neko walked into the room, her frost-hued helmet tucked lightly beneath her arm. In one glance, he understood the exhausted triumph in her eyes.
"I'm in." She told him, turning and falling backwards on the hotel bed. Lelouch smirked lightly.
"I had no doubt you would be." He told her.
"I know." Neko twisted around on the bed, until she could see him, "Suzaku looked like he was going to die right there, when I told him you were coming back."
Lelouch chuckled softly, "He did kill me, after all."
"You should have warned him this might happen. He's strong, but he's still human. He doesn't have a Code to restart his heart."
Lelouch shrugged, "He's under a Geass to survive." He pointed out.
Neko turned back to look at the ceiling, "Right "
"So she succeeded." C.C.'s voice ran a chill of irritation up Neko's spine, but she stayed quiet.
"Yes," Lelouch murmured, and Neko's eyes flew back to his. His tone was contemplative, distant; and more than a little s
Code Geass R3 - Chapter FiveChapter Five
"Stain?" Neko could see that Kallen was processing things faster than any of the others. Making connections between Stain and Zero that none of the others were willing to make. Lelouch had warned her that Kallen might be the only one who knew. She had been the one to set the others' suspicions aside; to assure them that the Zero who killed the Demon King was the real one. That he had been capture, detained, while Lelouch took over and ruined the world. But he had never been certain that she believed that.
"Stain," Neko agreed calmly, "I am here to see your Zero."
Kallen's hand itched towards her gun, "Zero is indisposed." She growled.
"I think he's quite free." Neko disagreed calmly, "Or are times not quite so peaceful as you've been telling us?"
Kallen stared at her for a moment. Neko could see her beginning to shake.
And then she had launched herself across the conference room, drawing her gun from its holster in the same instant that she fired it.
Tense silence followed
Code Geass R3 - Chapter FourChapter Four
Neko stood outside the gate of Ashford Academy, staring out across the dark grounds. They seemed so alien now, like they came from another time. In a way, they did. A time before she had learned the truth before she had taken her new name.
Stain. A name she had chosen for herself. A name which would be hers, as the new leader of the Black Knights. It had confused Lelouch to no end, irritated C.C., as everything Neko said seemed to. Even she could not really explain why it seemed so right. Perhaps it was because this was what she was trying to remove. The stain of boredom on the fabric of her life. The stain of corruption on the government's quilt. The stain of blood on the hands of innocents.
No matter what had made her choose, it was the name that had changed her. The name that had carried her away from the life of a student. It had separated her from her friends by false death, by a white and gold mask in the image of Zero's. By a shimmering, moonlit cloak and slee
Code Geass R3 - Chapter ThreeChapter Three
Breath rushed back into her lungs as her heart jumped to an uneven start. Air flooded coolly over her aching muscles, filling her, replenishing the life she had lost and reminding her of the life the child had given her. She was tired; her body felt like lead, her eyes would not open, her hand burned
Her hand burned?
She sat bolt upright, crying out in agony as she tugged at the swiftly healing punctures that riddled her chest. Her burning hand flew up to clutch at her body, and she saw it. The scarlet insignia of Geass; the winged V shape which appeared in her eye when she played with another's mind; was burned over the back of her hand. Precisely where the dead child had touched her.
I give you this Code use it well to defend those who can not defend themselves
"What?!" She screamed, clutching at her head. She regretted it immediately, as her world spun with pain. She felt like she might tip sideways out of the bed.
And then there were hands on her; on
Code Geass R3 - Chapter TwoChapter Two
The Sunday sun rose brightly, waking Neko once more with its warmth. She groaned in irritation, turning over in her bed, stuffing her face into her pillow to hide from the scarlet light that filtered through her sleepy eyelids.
And then she was knocked clear from her bed by a flying body. She cried out in shock, twisting around, still half-conscious, to grab at her attacker's hair. She pulled, hard. And then she flinched.
The scream was definitely Cassie's.
She sighed, pushing herself into an upright position as she released the silky curls from her grasp. Cassie had curled into a ball in her lap, sobbing softly. Gentle, Neko brushed through her curls, searching for blood.
"Idiot." She muttered, "I was asleep."
"I thought you were " Cassie didn't continue.
Neko brushed a hand through her own tussled brown hair, and then reached forwards and picked Cassie off the ground. She laid the breathless girl on the bed from which they had just fallen, and moved over to the
How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
Skin.I love the way life leaves its mark on our bodies.
Every laugh and smile etched in the crinkles around your eyes and mouth;
Those tan-lines the time you forgot about sunscreen
Because you were so hell-bent on reaching that mountain peak
Or when you just became lost in the gentle lap of waves at the shore;
The scars you got skateboarding in the park at summer dusk
Or when life became pain and it was your only release.
Our bodies are a record of our memories and experiences
They are our travel journals and emotional diaries
Our delicate armour to the elements.
And no matter its colour, its stature, if it's not quite intact
If you sometimes think it takes up too much space, or if it has pointy corners
Your body is the vessel for your soul, and every wonderful facet of who you are
Sparkles from the surface of your skin.
Skin that may grow to be wrinkled, tanned, scarred, well lived-in
Although not always embraced by you the way that others embrace it.
Take the time to explore the s
the only letter I've ever wanted to burni.
if you want to give someone the silent treatment,
the first step is shutting up.
things made much more sense
when I was younger.
I thought there was one path,
each choice a stepping stone upon it.
in reality there are a million roads
intertwined like rope.
I got lost
I chose you.
promises are easily broken.
I knew that,
but it still hurt
spending friday night
shivering in the rain,
choking on cannabis perfume
in a dirt parking lot
your face never graced.
and I hoped against hope
you might appear,
but I wasted my wishing
on ungrateful you.
you died before taking your first breath.
I took a chance
and I should've known better.
you can give somebody all you have
and nothing can stop them from
throwing it away.
you've made this bed,
now lie in it.
you slit this suture,
you're the goddamn reason
I gave up on the month of april,
and soon enough you'll fall on your own blade
like some drunken samurai.
if you want
The scarsLife hurts us
It causes us to bleed
Time can heal the wounds
And stop the pain
But the scars remain
For the rest of our lives....
car crash on an empty roadit happened before
we did. it was more a person
than you or I or that boy
in the park trying
to convince us to
stupid. it happened
before your smile
cracked the sky in half, before
our laughters slurred into
a dissonant song, before
your fingers traced the stories
lying on my face before I knew
just how many pieces of sunshine
were trapped in your hair before
the walls became the ceiling and
I wasn’t claustrophobic.
things I remember:
the red blur of your room like
God was experimenting with the
symbolism in modern art, the
tri-tone shimmering of your eyes
like the surface of the water, the way
you defined perfection as a scale of
women ending with a less than sensible
me, the way you always moved like
you were dancing and no one was there to
things i don't rememberi.
what you sounded like
as my ears were forming
what dreams or secrets
you confided in me
what pressures sunk
your proud shoulders
or the first time
i caused you
where i was when i decided
that your footsteps
should be followed
that your ideals
should be made my own
on my body
as i learned the world's ways
do not align
with our hopes
when i first
how my feet dangled
every time i wasn't strong enough and
how you made the world
how you were
figuring it all out
thought that life
Die AloneI take apart her heart
And lay the pieces down
In a circular form.
Let her bleed a work of art.
I forgot I’m crazy.
I’ll whisper my secrets
Only if she promises
To die here alone with me.
Our Weight and RopesYour life, little flower
like a snake
from a can
lungs not ready
you hit the air
it hit you
months too early
this life on earth
and its lightning
hit and burnt
nothing about you
was anywhere near
and ever so luckily
your wings were
slow to form too
as it was all
we could do
were barely enough
to keep you
from floating away
pulled back inside
and years later
we're the ones
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.
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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