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Someday... (Russia X England) CH. 2
It had only been a few days since I had last seen Arthur. Sure, I admit that it is lonely. But, when am I not lonely? There was another meeting today, where everyone would gather together, this is where I could see him again. Bracing myself I walked up the steps of the meeting house, almost compelled to turn back, and just hide at home, away from the winter's breeze. I truly almost turned around until I saw the green eyed blonde walking out of the building with Alfred, that American boy he was always around. One would believe this make someone want to run away even more, but not I. It compelled me to push onward, to try harder. After all, if America can be so close to the Englishman, then surely I could as well. Biting my lip, I continued up the steps of the marble UN building. "Oye, Ivan- There yu' are. Everyone is waiting for you- hurry the bloody hell up, will you'?!" Shouted the blonde angrily. A single sigh of joy floated off my lips as I smiled wide. "Ivan! Ignore him! He woke up
Someday... (Russia X England) CH. 1
Pressing the white porcelain to my lips I take a swig of the bitter nectar that my British friend had served to me. It was delightfully depressing, the tea, Earl Grey I believe it is called. How could Arthur drink this so often? One would think that drinking this all the time would make you depressed. A single sigh lingered in the air as my eyes trained on seeing through the window. I could see lavender growing in the garden that the British man had planted, it took all I could do not to go smell it. But, this did solve my previous wonder as to why this particular man always smelled of lilac and lavender. The combination so mellow and pained- it was entirely alluring. Well, in my senses it was. The smell mixed well with the winter wind that chilled my bones, even when I'm inside I can feel that scarring cold wind rushing past my cheeks- but this was for reasons I have so tried to forget. Shock was suddenly the expression on my face as I heard the clashing of a pot against the floor. I
'Why Mommy, Why?'
" Mommy cries everyday, because He decides to stay out all-day.
She blames me, and curses my face, because He and I share the same gaze.
I miss when mommy would see me to sleep, now I'm lucky if I get to eat.
I miss when mommy and He were together in peace, she used to be so nice to me.
When trouble called to me, beckoning my name, even if I did no wrong, I still took the blame.
Why mommy? Why don't you call my name?
Why mommy? Why can't I say you gave birth to me...?
Did I make him leave? Was it my fault he didn't stay?
Because I remember him saying, 'it's not your fault son, I love you always'.
But, mommy you still shun me to this day, the day that the Man walked away.
I don't hate you, when you scar my skin, even though at the temples they say it's a sin.
And if this is so, then why do I reap for what I don't sow?
Why mommy? Can't you love me anymore...?"
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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