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Infinity Perhaps
Our galaxy has long been thought
to make us small, and
to watch the stars
is to fixate on the past.
Perhaps we belittle ourselves
when we put our hopes in the far away
and long ago.
But if the universe indeed
goes on and on,
perhaps we're bigger too:
expanded by a smaller infinity
of versions of us who know better
than to shrink the universe
to fit the limits of our comprehension.
Perhaps it matters.
:iconjessamar:JessaMar 14 14
Mature content
Good Intentions :iconjessamar:JessaMar 6 8
You want to be
hollowed out:
your intestines uncurled
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.
:iconjessamar:JessaMar 19 6
You made a mantra
of wishful thinking -
it didn't help.
Atrocities are not anomalies;
they are 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.
:iconjessamar:JessaMar 13 8
Mature content
Actions and words :iconjessamar:JessaMar 27 32
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
:iconjessamar:JessaMar 3 7
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
:iconjessamar:JessaMar 9 4
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.
:iconjessamar:JessaMar 7 6
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
:iconjessamar:JessaMar 57 14
Ready to work by JessaMar Ready to work :iconjessamar:JessaMar 1 1 I yearn by JessaMar I yearn :iconjessamar:JessaMar 14 6
Mature content
After breakfast :iconjessamar:JessaMar 29 20
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.
:iconjessamar:JessaMar 2 2
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
:iconjessamar:JessaMar 9 5
Desolate home by JessaMar Desolate home :iconjessamar:JessaMar 3 2 Sad roses by JessaMar Sad roses :iconjessamar:JessaMar 5 1

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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 potter, dabbling also in photography, and I am beginning to be a writer again.

DD Discussion on May 11

Thu May 9, 2019, 10:21 AM
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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?

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The Short List

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

MigrationIt is the season of migration
Nature heeds the call of new life
The blessed advent of fresh color
Painted in vernal brush strokes
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A rare bird of exquisite beauty
Has not returned with her kin
For her soul felt a stronger call
How can I calculate this loss
This precious one that has soared
To a far richer eternal spring
That I never chanced to meet
I feel diminished by this tragedy
For I hear the lament of friends
Souls who were lifted by her song
That now graces heaven's bowers
Unbidden tears fill my eyes
As the earth rolls relentlessly on
Yet perhaps we can still meet
Through the eyes of her friends
you're afraid to say i love you back (#2)no matter
where we fall
we always
end up right
back here.
prescribed to
continent carvings
on square walls,
the backs of our hands
are needled into
the lines by pins.
what's wrong?
what's wrong?
no matter 
where we fall
we always
end up right
back here.
so i ask:
what's wrong?
and you tell me nothing.
i tell you i love you
and you tell me nothing.
prescribed to 
continent carvings
on crooked islands,
the bottoms of our feet
are stuck
by something.
kept at arm's length,
all i can do
is kiss the holes
in your hands.
and rub the
scars on your feet.
NaPo 3: inoahe tell me my name Lahela -
dat from da kine Hebrew but.
I no tell um bout my name,
my kapa ʻia name
from my tūtū - she not even
one kanaka, but she know tings,
and I not one lōlō not goin listen kupuna
I get one hula name now,
choke pilikia fo say dat one
wen I get it, and plenny shame too -
haolegirl know how fo say her own name? -
bumbye I learn
and I teach you too
but I stay learn hula foeva
cuz my wāwae stay all hemajang
and my English stay too pretty
I know what i like when i pau
on my plumeria tree jalike one gravestone
get my ʻohana name, from the kāne
(he like it say I wen lose, da buggah -
wat, dis life one kine race to you?)
but my names, my kapa ʻia names,
malihini names and ʻōlelo names all da kine -
ho, need one odda tree fo make dem fit.
identiteaseTēnā koutou katoa.
Greetings to you all.
there is a rift in my heritage and it begins with skin;
i have never wondered why i do not seem to fit
inside mine.
E rere kau mai, te awa nui mai, te kāhui maunga ki tangaroa.
My ancestral river flows from the mountain to the sea.
Ko au te awa, ko te awa ko au.
I am the river, and the river is me.

if i am the river, how am i drowning under the driftwood heavy weight
of dissonance and cacophony and karanga and isolation,
of all these years waiting to find who i am supposed to be;
if the river is me, how have i never learned to flow
with it's might and history?
Ko Ruapehu tōku maunga,
My mountain is Ruapehu.

i am born white and wailing in a mess of blood and flailing limbs
and my father's parents rejoice in my european features and pale skin.
i am born and all throughout my youth, my mother is mistaken,
mistaken for the babysitter, t
Nothing but a Soppy SongTo Fanis, a poem promised years ago
In the dentist chair
no new ideas are perching on my eyebrows,
‘When I was nine
a crimson wristwatch was given to me
by my father
who died one morning at nine o’clock,’

I suddenly recall.
Fanis has no anesthetic
for what goes on in a patient’s soul.
His cell phone rings,
its ringtone is Louis Armstrong’s
“It’s a wonderful world”
Which may never have been his favorite tune,
but a reminder
for him, perhaps for all,
a declaration of best intentions
and colossal expectations destined to echo
– in my opinion –
as nothing but a soppy song.
II. two years later, ringtone changed
You’re not alone in thinking we’re alone,
That any route is solitary from birth to extinction.
We are here connecting paths,
Remembering passages to glades. 
Wanting to be loved again and again,
Exclusively, with intense, in and out of rarity,
Welcomed on the island without name
What Refuses To Be TelevisedThe exodus was canceled for violent weather,
all raptures suspended indefinitely.
We went home and set fire to the mountains.
In this silence I wish the astronauts' deaths were uglier.
I wish the mushroom cloud.
I wish the trash, the noise, the smoldering campfires
left behind.
Sometimes I'm drinking alone in a park
and you interrupt the porch light
in the other universe.
Like this we survive each other.
stop forging my fucking reflection.he is two years old, and he’s just discovering reflections
he doesn’t know shit but he does know one thing:
he does not recognize the pink bows in
the hair of the girl he sees staring back at him.
he is seven years old, and his second-grade class got their pictures taken
he knows a lot of division facts and vocabulary words
but he does not know the girl whose photo he was handed
in an envelope addressed to his mother
he is twelve years old, and he’s tired of it
he can tell you all about the stories in his head, in the back of his composition books
but he does not know the lumps on his chest (what if they were bigger?)
or the ugly, ugly face he can touch but not quite feel.
he is fifteen years old, and he’s just discovering his body
he promises you he passed biology last year, but
he cannot, for the life of him, tell you
what the hell that hole is between his legs.
he is seventeen years old, and he discovers himself.
he cuts his hair again and again and again



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SRSmith Featured By Owner 5 days ago   Writer
Thanks for the watch! Happy Tuesday!
BATTLEFAIRIES Featured By Owner May 15, 2019
Boop! Thank you for Favouriting my poem; the Djinn will see you now...!
pinkythepink Featured By Owner May 11, 2019  Professional Artisan Crafter
:iconrubcheeksplz: HELLOOOo nice to meet you!! :la:
JessaMar Featured By Owner May 11, 2019  Hobbyist Writer
Likewise!  I think you've set some great DDs lately.
pinkythepink Featured By Owner May 11, 2019  Professional Artisan Crafter
Aw :love: Thanks!
comatose-comet Featured By Owner May 7, 2019  Hobbyist Writer
thank you for the watch :dalove::rose: and sorry for this being massively overdue! I'm finally working through my inbox (wish me luck)
JessaMar Featured By Owner May 7, 2019  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah, good luck. I recently got mine down to 0 (hooray) but the struggle is endless.
Barosus Featured By Owner Edited Apr 30, 2019   Writer
Jessamine, you sweetheart of a sneak.  I had no idea I was in the cue for a DD.  Consider me blown away.  Thank you so much. :hug:

Honestly I was getting ready to suggest Migration and a couple of others myself, but it is deeply flattering to know you loved it so much that you did it yourself.  My face is starting to hurt from smiling so much.  You, my dear, are a true blessing!
Thank you by KmyGraphic  
JessaMar Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2019  Hobbyist Writer
I'm happy that it meant so much to you.  :hug:
Barosus Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2019   Writer
To me you lit CVs are next level artists, so that fact that you personally loved it so much that you put it out there yourself really almost gave me chills.  To say it meant a ton to me is kind of an understatement. I am so thrilled and honored you liked it that much.  
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