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Daily Deviation
December 3, 2014
The Only Thing Missing Is You by marchingclock is authentic and moving.
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7:55 PM
you would have liked today. we went upstate like we used to, to the woods. i know it's been a while since you've seen the trees but they're as pretty as ever. they're just starting to fall. i wish you could have been there.
7:59 PM
i always wait for a reply from you, haha. then i remember
8:00 PM
anyway, we took a walk down to this lake too. there were rope swings hanging from a tree nearby and we froze our asses off swinging for nearly twenty minutes. i swear it felt like we were floating.
8:02 PM
hell, it was everything you used to love
11:23 PM
it's funny, on the ride home i was practically falling asleep, but now i can't even shut my eyes
11:26 PM
it's just... it's not fair
11:26 PM
whenever i skipped a rock i remembered the first time i taught you how, and how excited you got. every time i said i was cold i remembered the way you would call me a baby, but give me your hat anyway. we even walked on the same paths we used to take, and everything is the same. the trees are still there and so are the rocks in the ground we always tripped over. the only thing missing was you
11:32 PM
whatever. i'm going to bed
2:57 AM
you're even in my dreams, fuck
6:18 AM
whoever said that sleep is rebirth is an asshole. they don't get it. every morning i wake up and every morning i still feel like shit and every morning you're still dead and every morning it's the exact same
6:20 AM
if only i could stop messaging you
you would have liked today. we went upstate like we used to, to the woods. i know it's been a while since you've seen the trees but they're as pretty as ever. they're just starting to fall. i wish you could have been there.
7:59 PM
i always wait for a reply from you, haha. then i remember
8:00 PM
anyway, we took a walk down to this lake too. there were rope swings hanging from a tree nearby and we froze our asses off swinging for nearly twenty minutes. i swear it felt like we were floating.
8:02 PM
hell, it was everything you used to love
11:23 PM
it's funny, on the ride home i was practically falling asleep, but now i can't even shut my eyes
11:26 PM
it's just... it's not fair
11:26 PM
whenever i skipped a rock i remembered the first time i taught you how, and how excited you got. every time i said i was cold i remembered the way you would call me a baby, but give me your hat anyway. we even walked on the same paths we used to take, and everything is the same. the trees are still there and so are the rocks in the ground we always tripped over. the only thing missing was you
11:32 PM
whatever. i'm going to bed
2:57 AM
you're even in my dreams, fuck
6:18 AM
whoever said that sleep is rebirth is an asshole. they don't get it. every morning i wake up and every morning i still feel like shit and every morning you're still dead and every morning it's the exact same
6:20 AM
if only i could stop messaging you
Literature
I Know
I know this fire.
This deep brittle burning.
These ashes know my name.
We are familiar.
I know how you feel.
This hurt; this raw pain.
This sick, twisting, contortion of your heart.
To be told there's nothing to worry about.
When it's a lie to your face.
Trust me, I know.
When in a moment, six years burns away into nothing.
Words.
Words.
Words...
are all that's left.
In memory.
In writing.
Etched into your skin.
Clawed into your brain now.
A haunting whisper that never goes away.
I know this feeling.
And though it never fully heals...
I am here for you.
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longing
i scuff at sidewalk bottle caps,
mouthing your name as i pass shriveled milkweed stalks and snuffed-out cigarettes.
once, the clock hands pointed north. they mock me now with each degree elapsed,
each angle pointing to a slew of compass-rose regrets.
mouthing your name as i pass shriveled milkweed stalks and snuffed-out cigarettes,
i hear the second hand’s advance tally my silences like rosary beads,
each angle pointing to a slew of compass-rose regrets.
if only i could pull your name from this unmerciful stampede!
i hear the second hand’s advance tally my silences like rosary beads.
every dull tock measures out those quinine
Literature
fabled life
i.
she talks through her wrinkles,
'i have no desire for food', she says.
i take her plate to the kitchen
noticing how the beetroot shavings bled into the skin of the chicken and brown rice.
it was blood, skin, and bone,
and the rice was a million starlike cells floating between.
this reminds me of my anatomy textbook:
we've been learning what's beneath our skin,
we learned that all cells divide. some cells often don't stop dividing.
other cells divide and stop when they should...
but not my grandmother's.
starlike, they explode, they shatter, they consume
they divide.
ii.
i want to be mad at my grandmother's cells,
but what would that do?
i
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Meant to be read as text messages or something like that. Another prompt my creative writing teacher gave us (___ is rebirth), and gosh darn it, I like it so much I uploaded it here
EDIT: I can't believe I got a DD! My 13 year old self who posted nothing but fanfiction hoping for attention is screaming inside. And so is the current me, and I think my neighbors are annoyed. Nevertheless, thanks for the love!
EDIT: I can't believe I got a DD! My 13 year old self who posted nothing but fanfiction hoping for attention is screaming inside. And so is the current me, and I think my neighbors are annoyed. Nevertheless, thanks for the love!
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Wow, this is so powerful, it really touched me. Well done, excellent writing!