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Daily Deviation
April 20, 2011
The rhythm, repetition, and the deft use of formatting in Borderline by =mcelloanimeworld sets the piece apart. Written as a word challenge, this poem goes above and beyond.
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Literature Text
I dreamed once that I saw your face in
my mirror, rippling prolifically like
water on glass on my face,
and then I was drowning, and I
fell,
fell,
fell
too fast into your watery eyes.
Without imagination, prosaically as you
could, you told me you
loved me and hoped we'd meet again
soon. I smiled, proprietarily, and
wiped the steam off of your face as
I left you on probation and closed the door behind me.
You came to me then, in the mists, clinging
to me under my jacket and in my hair and my eyes and my mouth until
I was suffocating and choking
under the weight of the water and the
proximity of your hands. I screamed until the mists
filled my lungs and I couldn't breathe, all I could do was
fall,
fall,
fall
into your bleary eyes and through them
into the sea off of the promontory that I
thought that I loved. I
fell,
fell,
fell
and screamed with the mist and my protracted cry
became the hissing
of a teakettle that sat too long on the stove.
You joined me then for dinner, sitting
gently in my cup. And you
fell,
fell,
fell
with every drop into my bloodstream like a drug
that I couldn't quite give up. You dripped
through my brain and whispered
me secrets, how you could only
fall,
fall,
fall,
into me, my lungs, my mind.
With hands like rocks and
lips like steam you had found me
on the edge of the darkest river
curled against moss and whispering winds.
I hissed like the mists, too soft and slow,
and you told me we could walk on water
if I could learn not to fall.
my mirror, rippling prolifically like
water on glass on my face,
and then I was drowning, and I
fell,
fell,
fell
too fast into your watery eyes.
Without imagination, prosaically as you
could, you told me you
loved me and hoped we'd meet again
soon. I smiled, proprietarily, and
wiped the steam off of your face as
I left you on probation and closed the door behind me.
You came to me then, in the mists, clinging
to me under my jacket and in my hair and my eyes and my mouth until
I was suffocating and choking
under the weight of the water and the
proximity of your hands. I screamed until the mists
filled my lungs and I couldn't breathe, all I could do was
fall,
fall,
fall
into your bleary eyes and through them
into the sea off of the promontory that I
thought that I loved. I
fell,
fell,
fell
and screamed with the mist and my protracted cry
became the hissing
of a teakettle that sat too long on the stove.
You joined me then for dinner, sitting
gently in my cup. And you
fell,
fell,
fell
with every drop into my bloodstream like a drug
that I couldn't quite give up. You dripped
through my brain and whispered
me secrets, how you could only
fall,
fall,
fall,
into me, my lungs, my mind.
With hands like rocks and
lips like steam you had found me
on the edge of the darkest river
curled against moss and whispering winds.
I hissed like the mists, too soft and slow,
and you told me we could walk on water
if I could learn not to fall.
Literature
Bonepulse
Everyone's soul has a song, you know.
---
Gently, I tap on the drum-taut surface of your breastbone with my just-too-long fingernails, trying to find the tempo of your life. Not the time signature, not the way you fit all your little activities into blocks and bursts and cycles of regularity - that will come later, when I know you better. Maybe when you're dead, and I can lay my head on your still-warm corpse and listen to the echoes of the last throbs of your veins, I will know your time signature. But for now, all I want to know is the pace that you take.
Do you swoop and dip through life so quickly that conductor Fate has a hard time ke
Literature
Orchard
Your fingers are guillotines,
purely purposeful machines.
You pluck the apple,
and carve it clean,
find the core,
suck out the seeds.
Take a life
and taste the power,
it's arsenic
and sugar sweet.
You thank God and the devil
with a crooked smile
that the day is young,
and so are they,
and just ripe enough
for you to eat.
Literature
Alter
Allow me just this:
your hand
my hand
separate.
1.
I fell into a deep forest. My femur
put forth roots. I did not say: oh Lord,
take me from here
like Rebekah, this is another
barrenness.
My mouth remained resolutely
closed. The moss
grew over me,
in me.
Oh Lord, I am scared.
2.
Mother is reading, brows
at half mast. In the kitchen,
Father organizes sardines
on crackers. Home means
this soft quietude.
Five thousand six hundred
miles away, I am watching a donkey.
It stumbles on three legs; the fourth
is loosely curled, like a child's fist.
There are wild dogs in the fields beyond,
waiting. I am a dog, waiting.
3.
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Written as an assignment, turned into something more. Kind of a lil emotional. But that's okay, right?
In my English class, we are told to write sentences for our Vocab words we get weekly to show that we understand their definition. I'm the only one who makes stories of them, as a challenge and for fun. The words from this set are:
Prolific
Prosaic
Proprietary
Probation
Proximity
Promontory
Protract
Protuberance
Profuse
I love these challenges, but this is the first piece I've really liked from them.
Hope you guys enjoy!
Edit-fixed the ending, probably give it a couple of tries.
Edit--tried another change to the ending. Suggestions, anyone?
Edit---Holy....what? WHAT?! Oh my...OHMYFREAKINGGOSH.
Thank you so much for the DD, I am honored! I will respond to all comments and faves, so feel free to tell me what you think
In my English class, we are told to write sentences for our Vocab words we get weekly to show that we understand their definition. I'm the only one who makes stories of them, as a challenge and for fun. The words from this set are:
Prolific
Prosaic
Proprietary
Probation
Proximity
Promontory
Protract
Protuberance
Profuse
I love these challenges, but this is the first piece I've really liked from them.
Hope you guys enjoy!
Edit-fixed the ending, probably give it a couple of tries.
Edit--tried another change to the ending. Suggestions, anyone?
Edit---Holy....what? WHAT?! Oh my...OHMYFREAKINGGOSH.
Thank you so much for the DD, I am honored! I will respond to all comments and faves, so feel free to tell me what you think
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Amazing prose...bravo!