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Daily Lit Deviations for February 22^nd, 2014

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Poetry

_{Suggested by: Sleyf
Featured by: LionesseRampant}
Portrait of an UnderachieverHe sorts conversations
autobiographically, picking passages
that best brandish his full-figured ego
and leaving out the details.
He'll probably grow up
and have a wine cellar full of bullshit
vintages and other frivolities-
he uses words like frivolities.
Regularly.
He is alliterative, makes allusions
in ordinary conversation
and never orders off the menu- except
when it's in French or Latin or
Swahili Bantu.
And his life is full of empty moments
when he should have been doing big things.
Portrait of an Underachiever by nawkaman

<sub>Suggester says: "This poem is very
well written, and explores the character
of an underachiever satirically. A pleasure
to read, with a succinct poignant end."


Featured by: betwixtthepages</sub>
on drowning, swimming, and the difference thereintwo girls are swimming in two lanes, separate with a timer overhead
            counting up their seconds. it’s a race to first, to the end of the lane,
            to the medals and the glory and the place where water turns into land
            and the dry hugs that wait there. it’s a race and
                             there’s a winner in the pool right now and it’s
             either the girl with the red swim cap
                              or the one whose goggles fall off as soon as
she hits the water.
they are both in high school and they both do not know the other’s name.
             the girl with the loose goggles is the crowd’s f
on drowning, swimming, and the difference therein by MisfitableGrae

<sub>This poem by MisfitableGrae
explores the relationships we create with
others every single day, and the ways those
relationships might be changed if we knew
the things we were all striving to keep hidden.


Featured by: SilverInkblot</sub>

Just RightThey called me The White Whale.
I dreamed of carving off my blubber,
perhaps learning to breathe
for minutes at a time
so I could sing,
because whales are elusive.
The ocean is vast. I could have lived
without another pinch, another poke, another
he only loves you for your tits. Get a tan,
go for a jog, are you gonna eat
or assimilate?
Their harpoons were steady.
They had no remorse, a close friend told me,
"I just want you to be healthy." She braided my hair,
complimented the color, my eyes a drizzle,
said there was a mermaid 
hiding in my shape,
I started smoking the next day.
I used to pace from the cabinet
to the basement with armfuls of confections, 
I hid behind our yellow shed and guzzled
black coffee, nicotine, green tea, THC,
with giddiness turned vibrant,
all colors shook,
the first person to notice
said he didn't know I could look so good.
I found my cheekbones, polished my scales,
glittered and flitted and flirted and swam 
in schools of gaping grou
Just Right by muscularteeth

<sub>Centered around a sea theme
and an all-too-common struggle,
muscularteeth examines the
differences between whales and mermaids.


Suggested by: chromeantennae
Featured by: LionesseRampant</sub>
Creating DestinyThere's something real
about a blackbird gliding
through breezy skies
that makes me loathe
the weight of my feet
on the ground.
"Creating Destiny" by betwixtthepages

_{Suggester says: "This is just
a beautiful, ethereal piece."}

Prose

_{Suggested by: DailyBreadCafe
Featured by: Gingersanps}

I Hate SupermarketsI never liked going to the supermarket.
Too much variety. I never knew what to choose. I picked up a brightly coloured box of cereal that declared it was new.
“Spaced Out Sugar Flaky Puffs?” A weird name for a weird-looking cereal. It looked like a cross between a cornflake and a puff of rice. It also boasted a mystery free gift. Couldn’t be too fancy, but what the heck?
I bought a box.
I got back to my shoebox that had the cheek to consider itself a flat. Some people ate cereal at other times of day other than the morning, but I usually wasn’t one of them.
Usually.
This time I decided to be different.
Opening the box, I pulled out the bag to check where this free gift was supposed to be. I found that it wasn’t in the bag itself, but the bottom of the box.
It was a moon-shaped pendant, of all things. It looked metallic, but I fully expected it to be made of plastic.
I was wrong.
Something made me rub it between my thumb and forefinger.
Big mistake.
I was i

I Hate Supermarkets by TheUnsquishedGoomba

_{Suggester says: A little bit
of lighthearted randomness.}



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