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My GardenThe Garden
Ah my lovely garden that grows in number every day every second
My garden of many colors of reds, yellows, and blue
My garden that grows as I sow the seed into the ground of the world
Waiting till the day that I can finish my in my garden
Roukia Sinname: Roukia Sin
Nickname: the forgoten one
clothes: black samurai kimono
eyes: light grey
Physical: normal healthy woman
powers: poison touch, telelpathy, rest unknown
weapons: samuria sword
Weakness: extreme emotions of others
pet: red colossal monkey
Pet powers: talks for roukia, can sense danger, changes into armor
pet peeves: rude beings
cares: for life
Nickname: light walker
clothes: white monk robes, metal armor under robes
Physical: the perfect human body not to big not to smaill
powers: heals others (not him self), gives energy to others (not to himself) and Aura blast
weapons: sword of light
Weakness: his powers uses almost all of his energy and if he touch anything of evil he falls to his knees
pet peeves: slobs
characteristics: he has a heart of gold
Voices: old english echoey
cares: all human life
Family: his twin brother
Zen Hayashi kimpochi LotulenName Zen Hayashi Kimpochi Lotulen
Nickname hand of death
Eyes it's colored weird, the white spots are black and pupil is yellow and the other eye is blue, An eye patch over scared eye
Clothes: wears all black like the old Victorian style,
Physical: strong, skinny, white, white hair, left eye scared but it's still there,
Power: he does not know he has powers yet to see through anything, see into the future, super: hearing, and see in the dark well with one eye The rest is unknown his arm
Weakness: women, happiness, loud sounds, silver, bright lights, and pure water
Weapons: Ginta the sword, Kyi the shield
Characteristics: left arm is dead looking, pointy ears
Attitude: a little rude, snippy, short tempered about height, never gives up, wants to be strong
Pet: peeves evil poeple
Care: for the lives of his friends and money.
Family Rengeko Lotulen
Eye color: golden stars
Race: English dragon
Nickname: Draco of the stars
Abilities: star fire
Physical: a full chest dragon with a long with tail and two huge beautiful glimmering silver wings and two X scars over his eyes.
Pet peeves: human that pollute the night sky with there lights
Cares: the stars of the night
Family: none know of last of his kind
oddName: Odd Westgård
Eye color: blue
Nickname: twin 1
Hair color: blonde
Clothing: black vest with a button up black shirt, regular black jeans with a Picsicio necklace around his neck
Physical: roman number 13 scar small under his right eye
Pet peeves: when people misunderstand him
Cares: family and friends
Family: Oddny Westgård twin sister a brother a mother and a father all back in Norway
OddnyName: Oddny Westgård
Eye color: blue
Nickname: twin 2
Hair color: blonde
Clothing: blue dress that goes done to her knees Picsicio necklace around her neck
Physical: roman number 14 scar small under her left eye, and as skinny as a twig
Pet peeves: when people make fun of her family
Cares: family and friends
Family: Odd Westgård twin sister a brother a mother and a father all back in Norway
To those who have saved the lives of someone who they have never met.
Hearts as pure as gold,
Souls living with the love of many,
Body heavy with the pain of the loved,
For all of those who need them,
Love for those in the warm embrace
That shall never die
Selfishly not thinking of themselves
Only of others
Giving out a hand
To the those who was have fallen,
Needing no thanks
Just happy to help
Out of the darkness the beacon of light
Lighting the way for hope
When we tear apart at the seams
They are the ones that reignite our dreams,
They make a difference
To those who have none
the cliffThe cliff
Hanging on the edge with no gear in hand,
With everything in mind.
Hanging on the edge with wife and children in mind,
With living friends and family in mind.
Hanging on the edge with dead friends and family in mind,
With the love of many beings,
With the hate of few beings.
Hanging on the edge with life and death.
Simple Girl Complicated ProblemsI know I am not the daughter you wanted
But at least you got it right the second time
My little sister found her place in your hearts
But I feel I have never really found mine
Why would you care to listen to your first born?
When you have a fresh blank canvas to create
All of those things that you wish I could have been
Had I not developed such negative traits
But those negative traits make me who I am
And shouldn't you love me without condition?
See my stubbornness as being strong minded
And when I talk, don’t interrupt just listen
I know I am not the daughter you wanted
I scowl but I still need your loving embrace
Though you barely acknowledge my existence
Apart from to tell me what I've done wrong today
But why would you ever want to talk to me
When an argument is never far away?
It’s the tone of your voice that hurts me the most
Rather than the words that you choose to say
To think I was once a baby in your arms
With such innocent eyes I could do no wrong
In many ways I
Little BirdLittle bird,
where have you flown?
how much have you grown?
How is your broken wing?
The one that I cared for,
that I put in a sling.
do you think of me
as I do you?
Do you wonder where I've gone,
what I've gone through?
do visit me again;
you've been the only one
I've ever loved;
my only true friend.
My Personal DevilHis kiss was that of fiery coal,
A peppermint-feel upon cracked lips.
His hands had gripped my soul —
Oh, the feel of ecstasy!
His eyes obtained the celestial sky
And were like the chilly arctic breeze.
There was no chance that I could deny
Such lively things…
His alabaster skin was so gentle, so smooth,
Mocking a similarity of mine as I awake at sunrise.
His touch had a way to soothe
The scorches upon my body…
My personal devil’s love was euphoria;
He had wrapped me in his hellish ways.
My body had been eaten away by chorea.
Yet, I crave his blaze.
Ignite me in the love you share!
Burn me with your singeing lips.
Show me how much you care!
Then drown me in your flickering flames.
His heated hands were placed upon my face.
His snakes spiraling up my legs.
Our lips were near a kiss, which he did not place,
And, instead, withdrew himself.
His deadly presence, his own personal darkness,
Was brightened by the sun.
I slowly awoke in emptiness
And lost my personal d
No AirI never expected to love you.
I never expected to care.
I never thought you would be on my mind.
I never noticed if you were there.
I don't know when it started,
But I hope it never ends.
The way I feel with you tonight
Is more than I can comprehend.
And when you talk
about things that I don't know
I lose my mind a little.
But I love the way you glow
I can't help the butterflies
I can't concentrate when I'm with you
The truth is -- if I'm honest --
Sometimes I want to kiss you.
So maybe it's no secret,
And maybe you don't care,
But when I see you my heart beats fast
And suddenly there is no air.
ParasiteWhen the day turns into night,
it begins, the everyday fight.
They begin to talk in my head.
If anybody found out they would tell me I’m mad.
I don’t know if the one who thinks is me.
Can’t these voices just let me be?
Speaking and confusing my thoughts.
For me these things are only frauds.
What if the things that I think are not mine?
Should I just lay here and whine?
I think they corrupted my soul.
No, maybe even my body as a whole.
This is the side of me that I have never shown.
At times like these it is dangerous to be alone.
My head feels like it’s blown off with dynamite.
I don’t know, maybe my brain is occupied by a parasite.
Peace is a lieHello there, why don’t we take a walk?
While we take a walk, I would really like to talk.
Did you ever asked yourself what is wrong with this world?
Why people are so screwed up in the head and their thoughts are twirled?
It is no secret that the world is at war.
And falling down are the masks that they wore.
Something in their heads seems to be broken.
Humanity is a monster and it has been woken.
When you think about it everything is a lie.
The only question you will have is: why?
Everyone is hoping for the big release.
But don’t be stupid, there is no peace.
Wind GrownQuiet grown
With green and ground
The ash and sound
Until the green has 'nother play
A wat'ry stream
Down with a tide
Across the beam
The first to know the last of one
Breath of space
Carved by your arm
A heady place
Awaits no harm
Because no eyes will watch or plea
Wind is wrapt
Around you braced
By time that kept
You wings misplaced
One cannot fly where wearies went
Height and breadth
Come with the stars
While nourished wealth
From flanks and far
The form is kept but not the brain
Stones will crack
Under your weight
Streams run black
The light you take
Unknown on high there's but your will
The path you made
Will flood and break
No more remained
Your flanks are slaked
Come back when you are broke and burned
Now hole refilled
Where life was held
The ash was forged
Until the wind the self will stay
I'm AddictedBasked in your blue glow
Far into the small morning hours
I discover more than I could know
My goal is consumption
Of Knowledge, so I combat fatigue
And it takes control - my obsession
Read this, watch that
How can I ignore anything
There are facts upon facts upon facts
That I could memorize
And so I sit and stare
At the screen, mesmerized
metaphors for myselfMetaphors for myself
If I were a season, I would be winter
For the darkness that lives in my heart
For the need of warmth I bring to others
For being different like every snowflake of winter
If I were two colors, I would be black and white as they are two sides of a coin
I am two different people from school to home
The white is as bleak and cold as nothingness
Black is as all the color in one of fear
If I were two actions, I would be thinking and watching
For this is all I do
I watch to learn then I think and learn more.
If I were three sounds, they would be the wind through the trees
moving quietly and calming
nothingness for it is what sound my parents hear of me
the sound of the heart for its calm and steady beats.
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