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DeviantThe air is warm as I trudge along the glowing streets.
Deviant Village creates it's own light. Swirling colors from everyone's different dreams
makes everything surreal. Blue, green, purple, even black has a deep glow. The streets
are endless, as they wind along everyone's thoughts and emotions. Artists live here, they thrive, dream, inspire, create. Millions exist here, and Deviant is a haven for them. So many have wandered here, searching for appreciation, and many have found it. Others have arrived to contribute their skill to help the novices. Seasons of work has smoothed their critiques of others. They are not unkind, yet some take their words harshly. I don't mind in the least, They teach me and I grow.
I take a left down a vibrant red path. Red usually means a member has submitted something new, and I am curious to see what they have made. It's a poem, very well written, and satirical in it's own quirky way. The words swirl around my head as I read each stanza, then disappear in
Dear JoshDear Josh,
Just wondering how you were, I'm hoping Heaven is good.
I'm sorry for not showing more of God when I knew I should. It was Selfish of me.
Do you remember the time I invited you to Church?
You showed up early dressed from head to toe in a freshly ironed suit,
a tie and a quirky smile. You really liked going. I never asked if you were missing something.
Oh, and remember your first girlfriend? You were so happy you could have reached the moon and given it to her. She's doing well now. The first few months were really hard on her you know. She called a lot, just to talk you know? I'm glad she took you to church with her too, though I was jealous that I didn't get to see you as much. You were really fun.
I held your brother today. He was drinking to shut you out. I hated seeing him like that. I held him for what seemed like hours. He really misses you, and I feel that he's gonna get in trouble because he feels like there is nothing to lose.
I am really strugg
future to pastDear Younger Me,
There was a time when I was you,
When life seemed so simple
When Mommy was the infinite bank
And Daddy was an example.
But when you reach your high school years,
The hits become much rougher,
You'll save a life, you'll lose a friend
And the decisions become tougher.
Dear younger me,
Your days will blend together,
But cherish every one,
Because before you know it,
They will all be gone.
Hold that girl who scared you at school,
She'll be your best friend
And when there is a fight,
Be the first to make amends.
Dear Younger Me,
You'll hit a bombshell and cry,
But hold on tight,
Things will get better,
But only if you fight.
So, younger me, the road is hard,
And trust me..... not too bright,
But don't lose heart, as I would know,
Things turn out just right.
RedemptionOpen the pearly gates of heav'n
Release the angels bright
Cast away this desperate dark,
Illuminate the night.
Slay the beast within my soul,
That wretched creature kill
Mold and shape my broken heart,
Bend it to your will.
Seal the cracks and patch the holes,
Make the wounds a scar
Mend the flesh into the mark
That sets me far apart.
Hold me close, hide me away
From worldly lust and greed,
Help me see the simple truth
That you are all I need.
Like puppets on strings please guide my hands
Toward good instead of bad,
And set the standard I should keep
So diligence I may have.
When the day comes you'll return
I'll stand before you strong,
And worry not about my soul,
You've cleansed me from all wrong.
I'll take your hand with precious joy
My life was not in vain
For once in death I dwelt alone,
But revival I have gained.
WinterWinter breeze sweeps through my hair,
Crystal snowflakes everywhere
Frigid wind and barren lands,
how I long for beach-side sand!
Icy fingers of the winds,
touch the warmth beneath my skin
Crying, sighing, voices thin
whisper gently "let us in."
Escape inside the walls of home,
shut the door to winter's moan
Close the blinds on pure white snow,
Lose myself in fireside glow.
Soon the snow will disappear,
until then I'll tarry here
Feel the comfort of the fire,
'Til winter's anger finally tires.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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