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Daily Deviation
June 16, 2014
Specific imagery delivers a powerful message in You Don't Have to be Wonder Woman... by LightsOnLuna.
Featured by neurotype-on-discord
Suggested by Alkraas
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I think these walls are collapsing around me because I'm not smart. I don't think with my head, I think with my hands in terms of what I can make, what I can break, and how to put back together what was previously given up on.
No, I don't always have a steady grip on reality and sometimes my abstract sight, the only one I can really see with, wavers and I'm blind to everything around me. So I feel my way through the thorns and the storms and put my friends in poetry so that way, when they leave, I can still say we're gonna be best friends forever.
It won't really surprise any of you to know that I auditioned to be Wonder Woman. They told me I had great spirit but that cape was way too big and those boots were too tall and I just didn't have the look, you know, that superhero look. But I had great spirit! And if I just stuck around long enough, they were sure I could change the world.
But even if that doesn't quite work out, even if the world is exactly the same fifty years from now, I want to change a life. I want to pull someone out of a burning building, or at least stop the man who set the fire in the first place. I want to give out chocolate on street corners and I want to hold an umbrella for a complete stranger on a rainy day.
Don't listen to what those big people tell you, they grew tall on deceit. I'm here to tell you that it's the little things like picking up my keys off the ground and pausing to tell me that you're glad that I kept breathing one more day than planned. Those are the things that change lives.
So don't worry about trying to fly, because every time you do people are going to be standing on your cape, hoping you fall face first into the ground. You've got to start small. Go up to a stranger and thank them for being beautiful. Go up to a single mother and thank her for bringing light into the world. Tell her everything I've just told you, let her know that she's not expected to change the world, just her daughter's life.
It sounds hard, I know. It sounds impossible and society says it can't happen but don't worry. If you just try you can't do any worse to the people who have already been given up on. And it's not the world, no, it's not everything they said you had to do growing up. But it's a start.
Yeah, I might like to think in terms of creativity. In terms of making and breaking and building new homes for those given up on but in the end I close my eyes and I like to think in terms of saving you.
No, I don't always have a steady grip on reality and sometimes my abstract sight, the only one I can really see with, wavers and I'm blind to everything around me. So I feel my way through the thorns and the storms and put my friends in poetry so that way, when they leave, I can still say we're gonna be best friends forever.
It won't really surprise any of you to know that I auditioned to be Wonder Woman. They told me I had great spirit but that cape was way too big and those boots were too tall and I just didn't have the look, you know, that superhero look. But I had great spirit! And if I just stuck around long enough, they were sure I could change the world.
But even if that doesn't quite work out, even if the world is exactly the same fifty years from now, I want to change a life. I want to pull someone out of a burning building, or at least stop the man who set the fire in the first place. I want to give out chocolate on street corners and I want to hold an umbrella for a complete stranger on a rainy day.
Don't listen to what those big people tell you, they grew tall on deceit. I'm here to tell you that it's the little things like picking up my keys off the ground and pausing to tell me that you're glad that I kept breathing one more day than planned. Those are the things that change lives.
So don't worry about trying to fly, because every time you do people are going to be standing on your cape, hoping you fall face first into the ground. You've got to start small. Go up to a stranger and thank them for being beautiful. Go up to a single mother and thank her for bringing light into the world. Tell her everything I've just told you, let her know that she's not expected to change the world, just her daughter's life.
It sounds hard, I know. It sounds impossible and society says it can't happen but don't worry. If you just try you can't do any worse to the people who have already been given up on. And it's not the world, no, it's not everything they said you had to do growing up. But it's a start.
Yeah, I might like to think in terms of creativity. In terms of making and breaking and building new homes for those given up on but in the end I close my eyes and I like to think in terms of saving you.
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Strength
My grandfather was the strongest man I ever met. If you’ve ever seen someone on TV perform some superhuman feat of strength and thought that it wasn’t real, you’ve never met my grandfather. I have seen him rip a telephone book in half. He reached his full height of 6”4’ at the age of fourteen, and by the age of fifteen he had left school to work in the metal works. No one thought twice about it, because he was more than capable of the work and looked older than he was.
I am not strong. My joints frequently hurt, although I do not think I can convey to you how much of an understatement the word ‘hurt’
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to icarus
in the next life you were a phoenix
a fiery resurrection
songbird of ash & second chances
when you flew south for the winter,
you made it every time
see for you, the universe was an olympic mountain
jutting out of the ocean, a temple you would never set foot in
an elaborate maze you'd been lost in for too long;
the only love you'd ever known was from the coalfire
of your father's hands in the dark, they were the most angelic
monsters, they were beacons
his mind was the gears of a clock that never stopped spinning
but the light,
the light was a promise to be seen
the fire, a dancing enchanter that never leaves
the future was an echo on t
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pretentious prick
i want
to burn all of your shit
it is in the next room over
i could
run my fingers along the wood of your
perfect, loving
guitar
caress it in my arms
like you used to do to me
and then take it to the back window
of your fucking ugly red car
it's not even that
nice of a car
you pretentious prick
i could burn up that painting
i made for you
for christmas last year
snap the dvd i bought you
in half and use it to rip up your clothes
i could
wreck every single bit of you
like you did to me
and you keep doing
you said you're not selfish
that i was the only one to think so
but
you didn't even wait
ONE
FUCKING
WEEK
and i'm here starving as a stupid
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An old spoken word piece I did for a local thing called Writer's Gallery. I went to find it because I'm a writer, dammit, and I ought to have more writing up here than just my weird old poems from high school.
I don't write a lot of happy things, but this is certainly the best one I've done.
Edit: OH MY GOD!!! MY FIRST DD!!!! I'm fixing to go call everyone I've ever met...
An old spoken word piece I did for a local thing called Writer's Gallery. I went to find it because I'm a writer, dammit, and I ought to have more writing up here than just my weird old poems from high school.
I don't write a lot of happy things, but this is certainly the best one I've done.
Edit: OH MY GOD!!! MY FIRST DD!!!! I'm fixing to go call everyone I've ever met...
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Well, I'm not the best critique, but I'll try my best. This was very moving. It got deep down into my heart and got me thinking. I even smiled as I read. You have made me feel better on how I see the world. And now I feel less shameful for the things I weren't able to accomplish in life because now, even the small smile I put on the girl that was contemplating suicide helped even if I didn't think so. This was quite a thoughtful piece of work you have made. Well written, and well said. Good job!