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Daily Deviation
May 10, 2010
Despite its title, ordinary by =Sepulchral-Roses was described by our suggester as "simply beautiful" and I could not agree more.
Featured by LadyLincoln
Suggested by mxlove
Literature Text
Most people fall in love with the extra-ordinary.
Dear me,
You are not most people; never for a moment try to believe you are. You stand out from the crowd, with your quiet ways and subtle humor, and, in the beginning, that's horrifying. But soon enough, you will learn to lift your eyes and set your jaw; you will learn the word no when it comes to fools; you will live emblazoned over the world like a fiery rainbow.
You will learn many, many things in the coming years.
You will learn to smile with all the vibrancy you have tucked away inside of you, and you will learn to be that other kind of beautiful. The kind that dreamers and thinkers are. You will grow your hair out - yes, down to your waist like you always dreamed - and it will tickle your elbows when you laugh. You will define your own fashion sense - not what's popular, but something entirely unknown and entirely you. And it will be more than ordinary.
You will learn to laugh and cry and love and talk. You will learn what it is to have several best friends. What it is to have a twin sister, like you wanted once. She will be your best friend; you will be inseparable. You will learn what it is to have a big brother; he will be silly and playful enough that you will learn to laugh at his antics and think of him as younger than you are. You will learn what it is to have friends who depend on you - friends on whom you depend. You will learn that while the word "love" will always be too powerful to say aloud unless you really deeply mean it, it has a far different connotation than you think. You will be able to write the word without that awkward bitten lip or the warm face.
You will learn that after the darkest of nights comes the dawn. [you will learn that you hate cliches] Whatever you're going through now, from the time you were eight to the time you will be twelve - will be some of the worst years of your life. But those years will strengthen you and mold you into someone entirely different. You will never be ordinary.
You will learn that the choices you make right now in your life will continue to crack open your shell, your cocoon.
You will learn to never, never, never be afraid. It isn't weakness, no; it's just not you. You will stand resolute come whatever may; you will be stubborn and strong-willed, but your eyes will be open to see the truth. You will never learn how to "stress out," which, considering everything you will do, is particularly wonderful. You will never learn to give in - that's just not your way. You will never learn how to manage time - at least, not in the coming few years. You will be very observant - nothing will slip by you, and you will find yourself responding to conversations on the other side of the room [while you are in the middle of completely unrelated and animated discussion yourself]. You will learn to grow wings.
You will learn, all on your own, how to fly. You will smile over at Icarus in his tower and show him how to work the wings of Daedalus; you will teach him how to fly, how to soar past the sun without melting that wax. You will envy the freedom of those pirates you are beginning to adore [yes, them!], but, when opportune moments pass, you will chase after them, not wave as they go by. You, after all, have a touch of destiny about you. You will learn how to shape fire in your hands, to weave water into ribbons, to dance with words and whisk yourself away.
"Dancing bears, painted wings; things I almost remember, and a song someone sings, once upon a December"
Words to keep close at heart, I promise you. Dreams and your past will never go away, because they make you real.
Remember, "no cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it"
because "artists can color the sky red because they know it's blue. those of us who aren't artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we're stupid." [you are an artist, never forget. color the sky purple and paint your words blue; nothing will everever change you.]
most people fall in love with the extra-ordinary.
you will always be someone on the contrary,
who will shake her fist and shout out loud,
and you will stand apart from the crowd.
you will not take things to be implicit,
[unless they're meant - the lack of wit
is an endemic there's no time to fix]
you will pave a path, ford the river styx
and come out alive, ready, awake,
remembering that life has no emergency brake.
most people are afraid of the extra-ordinary.
you will be the one to take the old,
and with your touch of gold,
turn it into something extra-ordinary.
with love, light, and life from the future,
you.
Dear me,
You are not most people; never for a moment try to believe you are. You stand out from the crowd, with your quiet ways and subtle humor, and, in the beginning, that's horrifying. But soon enough, you will learn to lift your eyes and set your jaw; you will learn the word no when it comes to fools; you will live emblazoned over the world like a fiery rainbow.
You will learn many, many things in the coming years.
You will learn to smile with all the vibrancy you have tucked away inside of you, and you will learn to be that other kind of beautiful. The kind that dreamers and thinkers are. You will grow your hair out - yes, down to your waist like you always dreamed - and it will tickle your elbows when you laugh. You will define your own fashion sense - not what's popular, but something entirely unknown and entirely you. And it will be more than ordinary.
You will learn to laugh and cry and love and talk. You will learn what it is to have several best friends. What it is to have a twin sister, like you wanted once. She will be your best friend; you will be inseparable. You will learn what it is to have a big brother; he will be silly and playful enough that you will learn to laugh at his antics and think of him as younger than you are. You will learn what it is to have friends who depend on you - friends on whom you depend. You will learn that while the word "love" will always be too powerful to say aloud unless you really deeply mean it, it has a far different connotation than you think. You will be able to write the word without that awkward bitten lip or the warm face.
You will learn that after the darkest of nights comes the dawn. [you will learn that you hate cliches] Whatever you're going through now, from the time you were eight to the time you will be twelve - will be some of the worst years of your life. But those years will strengthen you and mold you into someone entirely different. You will never be ordinary.
You will learn that the choices you make right now in your life will continue to crack open your shell, your cocoon.
You will learn to never, never, never be afraid. It isn't weakness, no; it's just not you. You will stand resolute come whatever may; you will be stubborn and strong-willed, but your eyes will be open to see the truth. You will never learn how to "stress out," which, considering everything you will do, is particularly wonderful. You will never learn to give in - that's just not your way. You will never learn how to manage time - at least, not in the coming few years. You will be very observant - nothing will slip by you, and you will find yourself responding to conversations on the other side of the room [while you are in the middle of completely unrelated and animated discussion yourself]. You will learn to grow wings.
You will learn, all on your own, how to fly. You will smile over at Icarus in his tower and show him how to work the wings of Daedalus; you will teach him how to fly, how to soar past the sun without melting that wax. You will envy the freedom of those pirates you are beginning to adore [yes, them!], but, when opportune moments pass, you will chase after them, not wave as they go by. You, after all, have a touch of destiny about you. You will learn how to shape fire in your hands, to weave water into ribbons, to dance with words and whisk yourself away.
"Dancing bears, painted wings; things I almost remember, and a song someone sings, once upon a December"
Words to keep close at heart, I promise you. Dreams and your past will never go away, because they make you real.
Remember, "no cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it"
because "artists can color the sky red because they know it's blue. those of us who aren't artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we're stupid." [you are an artist, never forget. color the sky purple and paint your words blue; nothing will everever change you.]
most people fall in love with the extra-ordinary.
you will always be someone on the contrary,
who will shake her fist and shout out loud,
and you will stand apart from the crowd.
you will not take things to be implicit,
[unless they're meant - the lack of wit
is an endemic there's no time to fix]
you will pave a path, ford the river styx
and come out alive, ready, awake,
remembering that life has no emergency brake.
most people are afraid of the extra-ordinary.
you will be the one to take the old,
and with your touch of gold,
turn it into something extra-ordinary.
with love, light, and life from the future,
you.
Literature
For the Encounters I Never Had
I released my regrets like a million balloons
chasing the sky with their bright round bodies --
wingless martyrs caught each tiny breath of air
and soared,
a moment of epiphany
when your rubbery skin punctures
and the soul escapes.
There is no element light enough to lift me away,
no instrument to sever the strings that earth
my tiny anklets --
I sway with the seasons
as if I am surrounded by an ocean,
unable to tread water fast enough to run,
nor find the reach to break the surface
where those regrets float momentarily,
winking in the sunlight before they coast away,
waiting for my realisation --
they pollute my conscience
Literature
A Way to Forget
I was seeking aimlessly
through the jars of my life.
I found them in a dream,
these great, magic urns,
one containing butter, one, milk
others filled with grains or brass or gold.
I was looking for the lids, in order to cover them up
but i could not find even one.
Sometimes, I would spill a little and
sometimes, I would return from elsewhere
to find them empty
This caused me a great deal of anxious sadness
just sitting there, looking into the empty containers
that once held my life
I woke up some time later and checked the clock
10 pm
I had not had a drink in several hours.
I needed a drink.
So,
I got up and
produced shirt
Literature
On Disappointment
I.
Out on the porch, my mother sat in an Adirondack chair, smoking
her first cigarette in ten years. The air was hazy and discolored.
Her wedding ring spun on the table, gathering fallen ashes.
I was on the floor, knees tucked up under my chin, poking sticks
down the cracks. She spoke of lies and imagined bliss.
She tucked her hair behind her ear and sighed.
I listened as my mother explained the complexity of love.
II.
Last night he drove just over the state border. I sat in the car,
feet up on the dashboard, singing with the radio. He looked at me
like he had a secret. He was the sage and I was the fool.
So there we were, lying
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I know this is reeaallly late in the coming, but thank you for the DD, =mxlove and `LadyLincoln [good god, I'm so behind that she exchanged her hat for a snazzy feather and won the Deviousness award for the month!] Things have been quite busy, so please excuse; I do have a journal tribute from the next day though, so I'm not entirely lazy!
Once more, thank you sooo much for my first DD, it was a fantastic surprise and early birthday gift!
EDIT 4/12/10:
By some surprising turn of events, it turns out that I won! As in 1st. I didn't expect this, not only because I loved other entries so much, but also because I never actually knew I was entering. I wrote, yes, I submitted it into the folder, yes, but as an admin in one of the two groups, I didn't know I was eligible at all. So thank you Katy and Laura!
and so i present you with a letter to my younger self, full of inspiration [it was a badbad time then. i'm happy now] and a reminder that ordinary is only a pringles flavor and not a person.
aaand, a dAlinksystem link for ya:
Once more, thank you sooo much for my first DD, it was a fantastic surprise and early birthday gift!
EDIT 4/12/10:
By some surprising turn of events, it turns out that I won! As in 1st. I didn't expect this, not only because I loved other entries so much, but also because I never actually knew I was entering. I wrote, yes, I submitted it into the folder, yes, but as an admin in one of the two groups, I didn't know I was eligible at all. So thank you Katy and Laura!and so i present you with a letter to my younger self, full of inspiration [it was a badbad time then. i'm happy now] and a reminder that ordinary is only a pringles flavor and not a person.
aaand, a dAlinksystem link for ya:
Icarus The dreamer who dreamed too high. A myth to subdue glory-seeking youth. It's the tale of a foolish boy who dared to try to reach the sun, But the heat was too great,a brilliant poem, with a slightly different story of icarus, the man who tried to fly on wax and crow feather wings.
and his make-shift wings melted, Dooming him to the frothing waves below.
But is that really the truth?
Maybe it's not a cautionary tale, But one of hope- Of hope for all dreamers to come.
He didn't fail to touch the sun, Rather he touched the greatest glory.
He soared past the bewildered birds, On past the highest mountains, On past cold reality And
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I am really having some trouble finding the words to say what I want to here; it has momentarily rendered me speechless.
It is a wonderful message to leave yourself, and it is almost exactly what I would probably say to my younger self if I could.
Just as a note for improvement, at the start of every sentence, there should be a capital letter, and 'I' as in 'I promise you' should also be a capital letter.
This is a gorgeous piece and should be truly cherished. Well done.