79 Recent Deviations
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Red JacketI saw you today. You looked different to the last time I’d seen you.Red Jacket by ThornsStoleMyRose
You looked different. But as we sat upstairs on the cold concrete floor,
You still looked the same.
Your eyes still burned with that ferocious intensity as they did when you were seventeen,
And it broke my heart when you couldn’t hold my gaze
Because it was too painful – too raw.
How I stared at you and you looked away –
Unable to look at my face
Or face up to the fact that it was I
Who had cut off your head and fed you to the lions.
And you kept saying that you were fine –
Though your voice was cracking under the strain of what I had done.
My decision weighed so heavily that it brought a dark rain cloud to hang above us,
And you hugged me so hard I thought my ribs would smash.
You handed me a red jacket in a blue carrier bag.
I don’t know what it was meant to symbolise.
But I put it on straight away
And wore it when I left
And I felt safe in the knowledge that
Your two hands had cr
GambledI gambled, and I’m still trying to decideGambled by ThornsStoleMyRose
Whether I won, or
I lost a decaying cadaver.
Let the flies and maggots
Thrive on its putrid flesh.
I thought we would last forever.
But out descent to madness
Snowballed faster than
We could stop it
So we fell
Further and further into ourselves,
Away from each other:
Two angels, falling from Grace.
We were gladiators,
Sick to the stomach, but still slugging.
Fighting to the death,
Teeth bared, bloodied mouths,
My fragile heart caught between your jaws.
I watched in horror as you punched a hole through my chest
Leaving me vacant – so who can blame me
For being heartless?
You suffocated me. I was forever struggling to keep my head above water.
Deadweight dragging me down.
Die and don’t dare
To ruin me again.
A Decima For The ChurchOn a summer evening, I strideA Decima For The Church by NathanielFlyingOwl
Beneath a sky of white and blue
Pondering what is false and true.
With all the world's swagger and pride
I find it difficult to hide
My disdain for the shallow masks
And materialistic tasks
Of many churches and preachers
Who have failed as homes and teachers.
Do they in God's love truly bask?
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