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Daily Lit Deviations for March 29th, 2013
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Suggested by: The Admin of %WritersInk
Featured by: `TwilightPoetess
White noiseI forget now,
what it was I came here to say.
It felt incredibly important
in that moment –
that flash of inspiration –
when I reached for the pen.
But my mind wouldn't wait,
my thoughts refused to pause on
the image I sought to preserve
and, instead, they kept turning
and stumbled over
and ever onwards until,
starved of oxygen,
my memory drew a blank
and I'm left with an empty space
staring back at me
which seems, somehow,
exactly as it should be.
White noise by *DanielDGriffiths
From the suggester: A beautifully
written poem about the moment when an idea
flutters across your mind but is gone just before
you can put pen to paper. *DanielDGriffiths
has written a wonderful piece capturing that flash
of inspiration, the struggle to grasp it, and the
emptiness left when it is gone without being caught.
Featured by: =DrippingWords
RestlessI’ve been living in the same breathy dream
for too many days now; I’m bed-ridden and
stale and I reek of those moments that come
full throttle like a car crash on a winter night
this is evolution where weak hearts
are afraid of the shadows and where
an apologetic wind births no remorse;
he will move on—anchored ship
set sail, I am the sunken wreckage
that never learned how to swim.
he will move on, Darwin says
I never had a chance
I wish I were the textbook sadness,
symptom and solution and endurance
but I’ve spent too long sleeping on the
thoughts of shooting stars and gravity
and reasons, scientific calculations with
thrice-checked proofs for the skeptics
that don’t believe in the sleight of hand magic
reality wants to imply
I am not the insomniac writer with
better things to do than sleep; I am
the heavy bones afraid of what
lies in the darkness beneath
the skeletons of childhood monsters
"Restless " by *intricately-ordinary
A myriad of imagery is woven into this piece
alongside a hint of melancholy, strong enough to
leave the reader wishing for more.
Featured by: `SilverInkblot
Anchor (inked) by *nattrozanska
A fine example of both visual and found poetry.
The image compliments the words and their place
upon the page beautifully.
Featured by ~doodlerTM
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollections had portions of impurity here and there. She wouldn't allow that, and began rubbing with furious abandon. There could not be a single mistake, not a lone wound, every hint of imperfection had to disappear ...
Her neighbor would make a visit later. No one answered the door.
Remover by ~Clockchat
The theme of imperfection in this piece is
addressed in a very disturbing way that showcases
the talent of the writer.
Suggested by *AnonDesu
Featured by *xlntwtch
Pre-ApYou ought to know, it's our last night. No, not our last night alive, silly. Just our last night here. I found out, you know, so I figured I needed to tell you. Well, not needed. I mean, I didn't feel obligated to or anything, if that's what you're worried about. I wanted to, yes, that's a better word for it. I wanted to let you know that, hey, it's the end of the world. Is that too cliche? It probably is. If it is, then I'm sorry, but I've always liked that phrase. 'End of the World'. 'Apocalypse' is catchy too, sure, but there's just something about it being the 'end of' something that grabs me and, I don't know, excites me. It's all the rage right now, anyway. Post-apocalyptic this, end-world that. So what are we, then? Pre-apocalyptic? Is that phrase only used after an apocalyp
Pre-Ap by ~lolijoke
A funny and well-written look at how
one person thinks and acts before 'the end
of the world.'
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