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Daily Deviation
November 21, 2006
Thunderhead by ~ShadowedAcolyte is highly readable, engaging and nicely written.
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Literature
As If
If you can hold your drink when all about you
are losing theirs and aiming it at you,
if you can drive your car when all men doubt you,
but make allowance for the coppers too;
or need to pee but not be tired by waiting,
or after peeing dont forget your flies;
on politics or football start debating
and yet dont look too good nor talk too wise.
If you can drink and not make drink your master;
if you can talk and not make sense your aim;
if you can still stand up although youre plastered
and shout at passing women dirty names;
if you can bear to hear the truth tomorrow
of how you acted like a total fool
and
Literature
The Fuguist
Jonah hated Mars. He hated everything about it. Every minute he spent there he was plagued by a vague feeling of unrest: Mars was not quite foreign, not quite familiar, an endless mirage or coma dream. Maybe he was dead, and maybe this was purgatory. Sometimes he considered praying at night, asking for forgiveness, just in case, for whatever sin might have banished him there, but then he looked out over the barren, forsaken wasteland and thought his time was much better spent sleeping, or walking.
But he hated how soft the ground was, how little clouds of dust exploded under his soles with every step, and how he could turn around and see his
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Wisdom as a Mistress
She hovers over your bed-covers
& collapses your ability to suspend belief.
She inhales your lost & ship-wrecked whims
until sheep skin passions wither sheet thin.
Whispers from her lips: "Live! Reignite the night!
From the windowsill, spew flames!" She begs you
to simply love. She leaves you simply self,
& commands your conviction, coercing like a spell.
She refills your spent host;
rattles your spider-fang spine;
Then like a holy ghost, communes:
God alone remains.
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I've only been trying to write this poem for my entire life. *grin* Eternal gratitude to crazynloveless, for providing the prompt that sparked it.
You can take the boy out of the Midwest...
Prompt:
Write a free-form poem about lightning. Try to use only concrete images (which use the five senses) rather than abstract images (which are things such as ideas, or things with multiple meanings, etc). You have 30 (thirty) minutes. This prompt ends at 40 past the hour.
You can take the boy out of the Midwest...
Prompt:
Write a free-form poem about lightning. Try to use only concrete images (which use the five senses) rather than abstract images (which are things such as ideas, or things with multiple meanings, etc). You have 30 (thirty) minutes. This prompt ends at 40 past the hour.
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Holy mackerel, I love the imagery in this piece! Makes me think of when my little sister and I would play in the backyard for as long as humanly possible before a storm would hit, then go sprinting inside once fat raindrops started pouring from the clouds. I love it!