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Daily Deviation
June 17, 2016
consecrate by counting-vertebrae utilizes brevity and an immaculate use of imagery to convey its message.
Featured by brennennn
Suggested by JustACapharnaum
Literature Text
i purify, contrive
cathedrals from
arsenal-bodies.
i am the cure
for apathy, your
(dis)enchantment in
emaciation white; i
trade in paper weights
for blessed blue fingers.
don't you know
starvation is a virtue -
all the saints did it, too.
cathedrals from
arsenal-bodies.
i am the cure
for apathy, your
(dis)enchantment in
emaciation white; i
trade in paper weights
for blessed blue fingers.
don't you know
starvation is a virtue -
all the saints did it, too.
Literature
here are my words
i used to dream whole cityscapes and skylines,
ocean cities and coves washed over with waves,
terrifying, brilliant, unable to touch me.
i used to be able to talk to trees,
to speak in palms and eyes-closed silences
and the sure roughness of bark under my fingernails.
i used to be able to sing
and believe that believing made me better,
believe that joy sounds bright and crescendos.
i used to be someone who tripped on her words,
spilled out in sloppy sentences and sentiments,
used to be someone who could 'sit at a typewriter and bleed'
and in bleeding turn the hurt beautiful.
i used to close my eyes and fall into feeling,
trace the right word
Literature
Subside
Listen, there is snow
in the mountains and
rain in the valleys.
You can hear it from here,
everything rolling over
into sleep.
It all
wets down.
I pace the room
like an atom
in an atom bomb
but really, it's all gone
a little mossy
the way a gun looks
in the forest
one hundred years after.
Literature
California
My father was San Francisco and my mother, the Pacific;
at five I was in love with nine-lane highways, the scent of
eucalyptus pressed between my fingers, yellow parchment
hills crumpled up under the eye of the sun. If I had a sunset
to myself I would curl up on a park bench like the hippies do,
and eavesdrop on the sea lions’ bedtime conversations.
Alcatraz never quite unbarred me and yet I have found
freedom in hills steep as my shoulders; I know that I am
beautiful even in the rain because I have kissed the smoke
of Berkeley and tasted her on my teeth. I was born to
dangle my legs over Golden Gate Bridge and of course,
of
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Your words make me cry a little. Congrats on the DD, you deserve it <3