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3...2...1...go!It's Friday, so what better than a little challenge to get you moving in to the weekend.I'd like you to share the following;3 deviations this week that you think deserve more attention in the community2 deviations that I should comment on (you can suggest your own work!)1 deviant that you added to your watchlist this week.
We're Not the Ringlings--C.Please, please say you’ll never let me go.We’re performers (not sure if that’s good though),Swinging high, flying low,Dancing around, static love.Double-talking with multiple meanings in one language.On the trapeze of a d a n g l i
tencourage must be a dominant trait,for how else could you handle a pin-pulled grenadewith such delicacy and patience?
every night my hair is falling outI have heard that in 7 yearsevery cell in your bodyis new& isn't it beautiful that it will bea body you have never touchedbut I know that when your brain cellsdiefall like ashes through your skullthey stay dead& I can never scrap the memories out of their corpses
friday night.on our firstdate,you took me to a cemeteryjust outside of town.i guess you wanted toshow mewhat you would do to me.
a beast is bornLucifer wove my sins into horns.
.in the nighttime you arebetter; moonlightembroiders yourskin and stitchesyou up with apurer love, untilthe morning comes,the sun runs histeeth through yourseams again, splitsyou open
Letter In My HeartAll these years I wanted love to find meWith precious love songs and girlish dreamsIt seemed like a horizon awayBut it never cameThen I opened my heart and found a letter insideA carnation of red and True Love in the linesI found myself filled with gentle blissThe letter read something like this"I fell in love with the thought of youThat's what made me want to create youAnd I gave you mirrors along the waySo you could see the truth when I sayI love you, precious child, this is trueAt the next mirror, whisper I Love YouThis is my love, From Father to you"I had looked away so long I forgotThat this kind of love was right here in my heartNow I invite you to seek love under your skinThis kind of love is in you, it comes from within
Is this love?Do you believe in soulmates;a convoluted question of fatethat unbeknownst to manyis right in front of them.That any meager attempt at love,although gratifying and well-meaning,is still a superfluous accomplishment,a feeble attempt at intemperance.Do you believe in love at first sight;an instantaneous relationshipbetween their eyes, love locked,their irises pulsating like their hearts.That incidence of recognition,an impossible, however improbableinstance of fate that befalls youthat encompasses you and your verve.Do you believe in this;this simple question of destinythat for so many is so paramount,is so vital and fundamental.To them it is like breathing,for them it is like dying,but it is nothing but living,taking the time to live and die.Do you believe in life;the one you subsist on now,for there is no reason for livingif not for a belief in something Someone to hold ontoin our thoughts and in our minds,this someone is the
little white liestissue paper skin and barbed wire spines "i haven't been sleeping well."butterfly wing smiles and porcelain bones"the medicine will help."sparrow hearts and rose petal hair"don't worry."undersea eyes and sailboat stomachs"these things pass in time."
cadavershe was born with arctic lipsand overcast skin.her hair fell like fresh snowand she was far too thin.her bones in locked closets,joints creaked and shriekedlike a rotten floorboardunder gossamer feet.
FrankensteinTake the timeto know my painand you will seewhy I refrain.The disappointment,the shame,the agonizing defeat;these are the feelingsthat I resent and release.Show me the painthat you hide insideand thenyou will seewhy I disdain the light.
Papa, do not cry...Papa, shed not those tearsbecause angels lay in heaven:watching you push away those dear;mother grasps-beckons-pleads; met with resistance.You conquer nothing nor strengthenthe bonds you held diligently,shattered in the wakeof your torrent of negligence.Papa! I won't stand nor makeexcuses for your decomposition,but do not cry as mama has takenher leave from your destruction.Your constant stream of woesno longer saddens, but suctionsall essence from thosewilling to stand by you.Please do not doze...Papa, please listen too.No longer cry your dissatisfactionas tears shall not do-Heaven is home, my satisfactionso let angels lay in heavento watch with gratificationas you live in life and strengthen-Please papa, do not cry and weaken!Please papa, let your angel lay in heaven-
ColorblindCan I be beautiful?I'm no girl in a magazineIt's a standardA worship to societyConfidence and security, that is all I really needBut when will I be beautiful to me?[Chorus]Colorblind, yet coloring between the linesNo matter what I tryI can't seem to get it rightIs it a lie?Can I be so beautiful on the insideThat it would never matterIf I had an outside at allCan I be wonderful?I'm in a room of mirrorsI don't recognizeMyself and it fills me with terrorConfidence and security, that is all I really needBut when will I be beautiful to me?[Chorus]Colorblind, yet coloring between the linesNo matter what I tryI can't seem to get it rightIs it a lie?Can I be so beautiful on the insideThat it would never matterIf I had an outside at allI'mI'm one of a kindAnd II was designedDesigned by Christ to be His receiverOne of a kind I want to be His believerI need a cure will You be my healer?Designed by Christ to be His receiverOne of a kind will you be a believer?H
Immortality in wordsHow long will these words be relevant,even after crumbled dirt siftsover glossed bling for your dead?How often will my dreams persistin a world where the air I breathehas already undergone photosynthesis?My dreams linger like my spirit;although my life is spent,buried six feet under compacted dirt,these words are engravedin Moses stones. Vertical graniteengulfed in unkempt valleys of your departed. But my muse
my muse, she remainson this hardened plateau of shifting rock,though her body is no longer encasedin your polished catafalqueshe wanders freely wherever these words flow.Her chestnut wisps of scrambled wisteriacascading like boughs of weeping willowsover magenta framed spectaclesas twin emeralds spyon other worlds and beingscaught in mans conflictwith man, nature, and self.These lasting words conquerwhat my dreams could not,for my thanatophobia has been fulfilledwhere my dreams have faltered,fluttering on endless pages of d
I live for another dayYou say youre empty,but I know the truth,you are so fulland think I have no worth.For you, I guess this is true,but for someone, somewhere,I am, but the endto their needs.So dont pick me up,and throw me away,I have not given up,on the light of day.I think it has only just begun,and you are a fault,that someone put on earth,to mess up my start.Take the timeand you shall see, as I do;what I have becomeand what you must do.She is waiting for me,I know this is true,for he has told me so,that I am just not through
One plus one - NaPo 1She said she tried to walk awayTo find a path less troubledBut then she took his hand againAnd found it all had doubled