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Good Intentions :iconjessamar:JessaMar 2 2
Literature
Hollow
You want to be
hollowed out:
your intestines uncurled
(unknotted)
and laid aside;
your lungs deflated,
never again to fail
to catch a breath;
and your heart,
only good for hurting anyway,
ripped free while beating still.
Unless the fit's too tight,
you'd leave the ribs;
imperfectly, they have a job
still to do.
You've measured.  With your innards gone,
there's room for her.
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Normal
You made a mantra
of wishful thinking -
it didn't help.
Atrocities are not anomalies;
they are consistent with our history,
woven in our fabric along with
denial and a short attention span.
Even if these things are weeds,
we tilled the ground,
and the genus is the same as the crop we used to plant.
If you mean the truth,
don't use a lie.
This is normal.
It is not acceptable.
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New Year
Last year,
I was angry over nothing
Plus everything the world gave
To madden one
Last year,
I did not speak my mind
My thoughts guarded like a clutch of eggs
The babies dead within
Last year,
I learned to own my vulnerabilities
And my privilege, too
And that neither can define me
This year,
I will try again
To be the future I used to see
This year I must
Use patience first
And kindness always
And apply my wrath more pointedly
I must speak out,
Be trusting, but trust no one to define me
Last year, I struggled
This year I will struggle on
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Saying Goodbye
You come to us tired
And your family the same
We harbor no judgments
And greet you by name
You are saying goodbye
For as long as you stay
But this is your home
Until you go away
Your life's not restricted
We're here to support
Time must be your own
When it has grown short
Live life to its fullest
And when you move along
Let the sound of your leaving
Be laughter and song
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Self, same?
From there to now
Just one moon glows
With stark and yearning light;
It is the self it shines upon
Who's never quite the same.
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Peaches in the Fall
You are brought to mind
By the memories of those who I don't know
Almost as well as I didn't know you
It's easy to love
When the blush of community
Warms the evening chill
With you, I was comfortable
Which seemed at odds with how desperately
I wished you were my friend
Living in these modern times
Memories seem lessened if they're not the sort to share
But vividness has its own value
Make it not be true.
Make it not be true.
Make it not be true.

I pleaded
When I heard the world had lost your sweetness
And my grief was only purer
For doubting you'd have ever been
Mine to lose
What I remember best
Is how I felt when you remembered me
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After breakfast :iconjessamar:JessaMar 28 18
Literature
Regret anticipated
This knowing is like
a bit of apple, too big,
in heart instead of esophagus.
The pain is not what hurts.
The truth is no surprise.
Regret must be a delicacy,
to be anticipated so.
So this is guilt:
to know, to have no power,
and to know that I know nothing.
I know nothing of forgiveness
until I must forgive myself
for living now
as if tomorrow won't come.
Would that I could take the pain
and cripple myself with it; it is harder
to not be crippled yet.
Yet I would choose again
the sweetness of the apple of my eye.
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Literature
Insomnia
While you're snoring I am warring
With the demons in my mind
They're enshrining and refining
What the day has left behind
And what's keeping me from sleeping
Is the answers that they find
As I'm tossing I am crossing
All my Ts and dotting Is
As I'm turning I am churning
On my accidents and lies
Putting troubles in their bubbles
But it takes a lot of tries
While you're dreaming I am teeming
With the fears that fill my heart
When they grip me I can't rip free
So I tear myself apart
I am struggling as you're snuggling
Finding sleep without a chart
When the dawning leaves me yawning
And you ask what's in my brain
Lack of silence feels like violence
There's no way I can explain
How I'm tired and inspired
And my body's full of pain
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Jessamine Marie
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
I was born in a log cabin in Missouri and grew up in Southwest Michigan. I was homeschooled, which allowed me the freedom to nurture my love of writing. In adulthood, I moved to Kalamazoo and life pushed writing to the back burner. I now live in the Upper Peninsula. I am a stay-at-home dog/hedgehog-mom and a ceramicist, dabbling also in photography, and I am beginning to be a writer again.
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DD Discussion on November 10

Thu Nov 8, 2018, 10:52 AM
Have you been to one of our Daily Deviation Discussions yet?  Here's what you've been missing!

It's nice to discuss nuances which aren't immediately obvious based on one's experience and reading of the piece. - neurotype

Aside from the overall welcoming, and friendly nature of the chat, I enjoyed getting a chance to be exposed to the thought processes that take place, and how other people tend to approach the material they read in real-time, and in general. I also enjoyed discovering what goes on in the writer's mind, which highlights the nature of what goes into a piece of writing, and what is brought to it by a reader, and how both sharing their ideas at once can really enhance the interpretation and meaning of a piece, which is so often layered. - Moonbeams


You get to have a different type of discussion in a chat format, rather than a comments section, and I felt like I got a better understanding of the pieces at the DD discussion. It's also a good way to meet people. - BornWithTheSun


All are invited to the CRLiterature chat room this Saturday, November 10 from 11am-1pm Pacific Time - see what that is in your time zone here.  Keep reading to the bottom of this journal for the short list of October literature DDs that will be discussed.

I think for anyone who might be shy, participating isn't difficult, the atmosphere is very welcoming and respectful. It's rewarding to share thoughts and opinions about the works, and to see how naturally the discussions evolve when everyone shares a similar passion. - Matteface


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We believe that discussion with friends and peers is a valuable part of how a reader experiences literature, and since the Daily Deviations are some of the best literature that DA has to offer, they are particularly suited to casual and thoughtful conversation.

How is this different from a critique chat?



Rather than an opportunity to give and receive suggestions for improvement, this chat event is primarily an interactive experience for literature appreciators. For the purposes of this discussion, we will treat the deviations as finished works of literature, much like the poems or stories that we might read in a magazine.

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Longer Prose (strongly recommend reading before the discussion

Inevitable
     Al paused, gooseflesh rippling over his arms as an eerie tingling convulsed it’s way down his spine. He shook his head and fitted the wrench onto the pipe, grunting in satisfaction as he moved the fitting back into place and sealed the two pipes together again.
      “Alright, you.” He said to no one in particular, “let’s see if that did the trick.”
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       “There we go,” he muttered to himself, “who says I can’t fix a broken geothermal alone?”
       All around him on the catwalk heat pumps hummed to life, their motors responding to the sudden increase in water flow. Al rubbed at


Shorter Prose (recommend reading before the discussion)

Songbird and StatueIn days before the dawn of time, two gods struggled for control over all that was. One was named Order, who strove above all for stillness and perfection. The other was named Chaos, who strove above all for motion and change. When Order set the spheres upon their paths, Chaos sent out comets to knock them astray. When Order called land out from the water, Chaos tore it asunder. These gods fought ceaselessly, yet they had formed from the void as twins and each was as strong as the other.
     “This battle is futile,” said Order one day, after countless aeons of struggle. “We must settle our differences by some other means.”
    “For once we are in agreement,” Chaos conceded. “But what do you propose?”
    Ten millennia passed while Order considered its challenge.
    “We should each of us set a great work upon the mortal plane. To these works shall our fa
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That suit was his skin. It wasn’t allowed to come off. It grew with him, stretched with his limbs and never tore. It had special, intricate systems that took care of his needs and a self-activating helmet. Its digital visor relayed all sorts of communications through the day. This suit was marketed as the pinnacle of human development. An 'If you take it off, you die!' slogan accompanied it. Huang counted once. There were fifty-three variations of that sentence splashed across billboards and large screens along the street he crossed to get to work.
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In his earliest memory of the other voice, he was sitting in his playroom, surrounded by colorful blocks. He was wearing overalls and a teddy bear T-shirt. The baby sitter was laying on the couch, giggling girlishly into the phone, simultaneously twirling her hair and the phone cord. “No, Mommy! Stop it, Mommy!” When he looked around, he couldn’t locate the screaming. But it bounced around his skull, pleading for help. Confused, he pounced on the sitter, sobbing and yelling. “Help her! Help her! Make it stop!” His parents were concerned, but the doctors said he simply had trouble distinguishing reality and make-believe.
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  2018 FFM Day 24: The New EvolutionShe leaned casually out the balcony and tipped her cup, sending a stream of water onto the pavement below. The human body can go without water for three days. I have been without for two. There was a quiet bustle from the apartment below Katrina, though quite loud for the times. This era was being touted by the lay people as the New Evolution - human beings suddenly all becoming decent. But Katrina knew better. She idly traced the bumps on her arm where she’d taken blood. What will it take to prove the lies?
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Poetry (still recommend reading before the discussion for best experience)

Song of the FairiesIf you would live on Fairy-land, human, know the code:
Seeing fairies in procession, kindly leave the road
Make way for the Folk as they go by in shiny light
come find ‘m in the Fairy Ring, all on a moonless night!
Invite us to all your weddings – we might come, or not
To ignore us is to spite us even if we’ve got
a pony as a groom’s gift, and earrings for the bride
come find ‘m in the Fairy Ring, all on a moonless night!
A knife should not be left in meat, salt not on the floor
Silver is an offence: don’t place it on the door
Leave no hatchet in the log, leave not your tools outside
come find ‘m in the Fairy Ring, all on a moonless night!
Following these Fairy rules, our peace can’t be disturbed
We reward humanity with luck and healing herbs
Bronze torcs for giving fairies a shelter from the cold
and sure death for those who come and dare to steal our gold.
We charm the snakes, we tell the wolves whom they cannot bite
No lightning strike
  indelible in the hippocampus is the laughterShe said, “the laugh – the uproarious laughter between the two—”
and all I hear is my heart beating a question,
‘Hey, can you guys pick me up?
I shouldn’t walk eight minutes in the dark.’
“And their having fun at my expense”
hasn’t happened to me yet
but as the sun sets my ears ring
‘Is it only a matter of time?’
“I was, you know, underneath one of them”
as I will be underneath bundled clothes
reciting old winter delusions come November,
because oversized coats could somehow save me:
sometimes the other party ‘forgets’ their moral coat
and doesn’t think they need it
when their preferred brand is ‘good boy.’
“While the two laughed, [they were] two friends having a really good time,”
who were not thinking what I will think underneath winter coats:
‘Good luck getting to me,’ I say to the dark side
of friends and strangers— of men
trying to have a
  We will never be of the same age againI always felt like
I was going to die
young;
yet, as years go by,
I'm slowly losing this bet
I've made against myself.
So here I am
living -
still doing things for the first time
like eating sushi,
meeting people,
new places
&
every time
I live something for the first time
I think of you
and how your list
of first things
is never going to grow out
to be more than it was
last november.
The first bite of cake I had
after you died
was the worst.
Enjoying
the small things
while going on living
felt unfair
to you,
but month after month
I learned to let go
of the guilt.
I've folded the memory of you
and hid it in my heart -
I often take it out
and leave it in the sun
to make sure the dust
won't settle on it.
You're still here,
even though you're not.
You told me
you liked my poems,
I'm sorry this had to be
the one written about you.
  SynesthesiaEyes that see
The taste of geometries
Tongue provoked by
Light-assaulted lenses
Blood circulates through
Pulsating teeth
Into the throat wide open
Tendrils extend
From the gray matter
The turbulent surface
Of the sleepless brain
Hands chase shimmers
Fingers twisted backwards
Stroke the atmosphere
Growing louder
The selfness itself
The whisperer inside
The unknown of the known
Consuming everything
With its subjectivity
Knowing, feeling, guessing
What’s normality
Searching for the Other
In need for identity
Let it all melt
Into itself
Break the illusion
Of safety in boundaries
Eyes that taste
A tongue that sees
Cells electrified
Merge with reality


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DD Discussion on November 10

Thu Nov 8, 2018, 10:52 AM
Have you been to one of our Daily Deviation Discussions yet?  Here's what you've been missing!

It's nice to discuss nuances which aren't immediately obvious based on one's experience and reading of the piece. - neurotype

Aside from the overall welcoming, and friendly nature of the chat, I enjoyed getting a chance to be exposed to the thought processes that take place, and how other people tend to approach the material they read in real-time, and in general. I also enjoyed discovering what goes on in the writer's mind, which highlights the nature of what goes into a piece of writing, and what is brought to it by a reader, and how both sharing their ideas at once can really enhance the interpretation and meaning of a piece, which is so often layered. - Moonbeams


You get to have a different type of discussion in a chat format, rather than a comments section, and I felt like I got a better understanding of the pieces at the DD discussion. It's also a good way to meet people. - BornWithTheSun


All are invited to the CRLiterature chat room this Saturday, November 10 from 11am-1pm Pacific Time - see what that is in your time zone here.  Keep reading to the bottom of this journal for the short list of October literature DDs that will be discussed.

I think for anyone who might be shy, participating isn't difficult, the atmosphere is very welcoming and respectful. It's rewarding to share thoughts and opinions about the works, and to see how naturally the discussions evolve when everyone shares a similar passion. - Matteface


Why?



We believe that discussion with friends and peers is a valuable part of how a reader experiences literature, and since the Daily Deviations are some of the best literature that DA has to offer, they are particularly suited to casual and thoughtful conversation.

How is this different from a critique chat?



Rather than an opportunity to give and receive suggestions for improvement, this chat event is primarily an interactive experience for literature appreciators. For the purposes of this discussion, we will treat the deviations as finished works of literature, much like the poems or stories that we might read in a magazine.

What do I need to do to prepare?



If you don't have time to do anything to prepare, that's fine, just come to the chat! If you do have a bit of time, check out the list below of deviations that we intend to discuss. To keep things running smoothly, it is helpful if folks who plan on coming to the chat read those ahead of time.

The Short List



I really enjoyed the discussion, because it allows you to connect with some very creative people and possibly even get to know some backstory or inspiration behind their wonderful pieces. - HorribleWriter

Because there are too many great pieces of Literature featured as DDs each month to include them all in our chat discussions, we focus on those whose authors can be present to answer questions and offer insights.

Longer Prose (strongly recommend reading before the discussion

Inevitable
     Al paused, gooseflesh rippling over his arms as an eerie tingling convulsed it’s way down his spine. He shook his head and fitted the wrench onto the pipe, grunting in satisfaction as he moved the fitting back into place and sealed the two pipes together again.
      “Alright, you.” He said to no one in particular, “let’s see if that did the trick.”
       Placing the wrench back into his toolbox, Al reached up and clasped the valve on the pipe above his head; easing it slowly to the open position. After waiting a moment to make sure there were no leaks, he grunted again and packed up his toolbox.
       “There we go,” he muttered to himself, “who says I can’t fix a broken geothermal alone?”
       All around him on the catwalk heat pumps hummed to life, their motors responding to the sudden increase in water flow. Al rubbed at


Shorter Prose (recommend reading before the discussion)

Songbird and StatueIn days before the dawn of time, two gods struggled for control over all that was. One was named Order, who strove above all for stillness and perfection. The other was named Chaos, who strove above all for motion and change. When Order set the spheres upon their paths, Chaos sent out comets to knock them astray. When Order called land out from the water, Chaos tore it asunder. These gods fought ceaselessly, yet they had formed from the void as twins and each was as strong as the other.
     “This battle is futile,” said Order one day, after countless aeons of struggle. “We must settle our differences by some other means.”
    “For once we are in agreement,” Chaos conceded. “But what do you propose?”
    Ten millennia passed while Order considered its challenge.
    “We should each of us set a great work upon the mortal plane. To these works shall our fa
  The Land of the Red DragonHuang Zhi came into this world with a designated job as a construction worker and a number that was tattooed behind his ear. Once he had developed a sense of self, he was taught to appreciate the high tech exo-suit that was issued for him an hour after his birth. A standard gift that all newborns received to aid their survival. 
That suit was his skin. It wasn’t allowed to come off. It grew with him, stretched with his limbs and never tore. It had special, intricate systems that took care of his needs and a self-activating helmet. Its digital visor relayed all sorts of communications through the day. This suit was marketed as the pinnacle of human development. An 'If you take it off, you die!' slogan accompanied it. Huang counted once. There were fifty-three variations of that sentence splashed across billboards and large screens along the street he crossed to get to work.
The smog had been at a catastrophic level for years. The giant air filtration units that we
  Two Are OneAs far back as he could remember, there had been two voices in his head. One was his own, his conscious, his inner thoughts. The other belonged to someone else.
In his earliest memory of the other voice, he was sitting in his playroom, surrounded by colorful blocks. He was wearing overalls and a teddy bear T-shirt. The baby sitter was laying on the couch, giggling girlishly into the phone, simultaneously twirling her hair and the phone cord. “No, Mommy! Stop it, Mommy!” When he looked around, he couldn’t locate the screaming. But it bounced around his skull, pleading for help. Confused, he pounced on the sitter, sobbing and yelling. “Help her! Help her! Make it stop!” His parents were concerned, but the doctors said he simply had trouble distinguishing reality and make-believe.
Throughout his childhood, he would hear it. Sometimes it was praying. It cried often. He could hear it playing dolls and chasing imaginary creatures through the p
  2018 FFM Day 24: The New EvolutionShe leaned casually out the balcony and tipped her cup, sending a stream of water onto the pavement below. The human body can go without water for three days. I have been without for two. There was a quiet bustle from the apartment below Katrina, though quite loud for the times. This era was being touted by the lay people as the New Evolution - human beings suddenly all becoming decent. But Katrina knew better. She idly traced the bumps on her arm where she’d taken blood. What will it take to prove the lies?
Voices from below drafted upward and as Katrina listened, she smiled.
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“I’m telling you, we’ve tried everything. I’ve hunted through the detective archives for all their methods. None of them have turned a single trace of who could have planted this here!” David insisted, gesturing at a bloody knife set on the counter. “Even in the days when crime was rife, the


Poetry (still recommend reading before the discussion for best experience)

Song of the FairiesIf you would live on Fairy-land, human, know the code:
Seeing fairies in procession, kindly leave the road
Make way for the Folk as they go by in shiny light
come find ‘m in the Fairy Ring, all on a moonless night!
Invite us to all your weddings – we might come, or not
To ignore us is to spite us even if we’ve got
a pony as a groom’s gift, and earrings for the bride
come find ‘m in the Fairy Ring, all on a moonless night!
A knife should not be left in meat, salt not on the floor
Silver is an offence: don’t place it on the door
Leave no hatchet in the log, leave not your tools outside
come find ‘m in the Fairy Ring, all on a moonless night!
Following these Fairy rules, our peace can’t be disturbed
We reward humanity with luck and healing herbs
Bronze torcs for giving fairies a shelter from the cold
and sure death for those who come and dare to steal our gold.
We charm the snakes, we tell the wolves whom they cannot bite
No lightning strike
  indelible in the hippocampus is the laughterShe said, “the laugh – the uproarious laughter between the two—”
and all I hear is my heart beating a question,
‘Hey, can you guys pick me up?
I shouldn’t walk eight minutes in the dark.’
“And their having fun at my expense”
hasn’t happened to me yet
but as the sun sets my ears ring
‘Is it only a matter of time?’
“I was, you know, underneath one of them”
as I will be underneath bundled clothes
reciting old winter delusions come November,
because oversized coats could somehow save me:
sometimes the other party ‘forgets’ their moral coat
and doesn’t think they need it
when their preferred brand is ‘good boy.’
“While the two laughed, [they were] two friends having a really good time,”
who were not thinking what I will think underneath winter coats:
‘Good luck getting to me,’ I say to the dark side
of friends and strangers— of men
trying to have a
  We will never be of the same age againI always felt like
I was going to die
young;
yet, as years go by,
I'm slowly losing this bet
I've made against myself.
So here I am
living -
still doing things for the first time
like eating sushi,
meeting people,
new places
&
every time
I live something for the first time
I think of you
and how your list
of first things
is never going to grow out
to be more than it was
last november.
The first bite of cake I had
after you died
was the worst.
Enjoying
the small things
while going on living
felt unfair
to you,
but month after month
I learned to let go
of the guilt.
I've folded the memory of you
and hid it in my heart -
I often take it out
and leave it in the sun
to make sure the dust
won't settle on it.
You're still here,
even though you're not.
You told me
you liked my poems,
I'm sorry this had to be
the one written about you.
  SynesthesiaEyes that see
The taste of geometries
Tongue provoked by
Light-assaulted lenses
Blood circulates through
Pulsating teeth
Into the throat wide open
Tendrils extend
From the gray matter
The turbulent surface
Of the sleepless brain
Hands chase shimmers
Fingers twisted backwards
Stroke the atmosphere
Growing louder
The selfness itself
The whisperer inside
The unknown of the known
Consuming everything
With its subjectivity
Knowing, feeling, guessing
What’s normality
Searching for the Other
In need for identity
Let it all melt
Into itself
Break the illusion
Of safety in boundaries
Eyes that taste
A tongue that sees
Cells electrified
Merge with reality


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