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Daily Deviation
November 9, 2006
today. by ~childoftheuniverse is a satirical account of an everyday occurrence.
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Literature Text
today. I sat next to someone with the
same jacket as me. I'm sure she didn't
notice. So I thought of tapping her so
we could laugh over our faux-fur cuffs.
But she got off the bus while I was
writing this all down.
same jacket as me. I'm sure she didn't
notice. So I thought of tapping her so
we could laugh over our faux-fur cuffs.
But she got off the bus while I was
writing this all down.
Literature
Reverie
I.
They say every woman is a piece of the moon,
but I want the sun.
Dear Apollo, explain to me why you gave up
clear mornings for the shadowy future.
And I'll make you wish you hadn't burned a time before.
Because he's still sleeping, turned towards the window,
the thick blinds cracking with sunlight in the early dawn.
The navy sheets his royal dress, the rays his glory crown.
I wake up next to a god on Sunday morning,
hands still dirty from the night before.
II.
But when I sleep, I dream of rhyming big words
Building them on top of each other, letting it touch the sky.
I rub up against them once in awhile to test their stren
Literature
xcutiexprincessx69
I waited a half an hour to see if you'd get online
and now that you are I'm waiting 5 minutes
to greet you so I don't seem clingy or desperate.
Then you ask about my day followed by a sideways smiley face
colon: parenthesis)
And I make up something about a 2 mile walk-
when in reality all I did was watch back to back episodes
of Star Trek: Deep Space 9.
Then I sit back and wait because you seem to be typing an awful lot,
but in 5 minutes when I receive the message it's just the letters "L O L"
A secret code that means you have nothing interesting to say,
and neither do I but comfortable silence doesn't exist on the Internet.
So I
Literature
summer children, we were'
ii.
we carved animals
from ivory castles
floating in the sun. we were
the doting spring mayflies
twisting upon meadows,
wreathing lilies between
toes, breathing --
iii.
between the sheets
of golden chaff,
she whispered, "let's dance in the rain
on the cobblestone streets
before the singing rosebud
mutes her swollen gown.'
:
past the shivering
moon we snuck
with shadows tucked
into dreams. we were
waltzing toy soldiers,
our peace-broken holster
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the sun rose.
and i woke up
and i woke up
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