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Maybe she's doing the same thing as I am now. Pondering over the consequences and what comes next. Writing a - diary? Let's go with journal. Sounds nice.
I'm even starting to talk to myself. I guess she really made this house lively after all. Wish I noticed.
She was pretty much one of a kind. Or, so I've met. Maybe I've simply been blind in that part too.
When I got to know her better, I was surprised. I thought I knew everything. But some things were said to me every day without words and I just didn't note them. I'm only catching them now.
Such cruel irony.
She was the first to find the things standing right in front of someone's eyes. She had this thing about her that made everyone trust her. She handled things so damn well. People, she was great with people and their problems. I once thought she was a therapist.
I just realized that she may have been good with people because she experienced the same things. Have I ever looked closely to her wrists while we embraced? I don't think so, just her face.
What do I miss the most? I can't say. Most people would claim it to be the smile, or the laugh - but all I can remember was her face when she left. She wasn't laughing.
What I miss the most has to be the way she talked. She carried no accent, she knew no other language. She was born here, the town I am in. But she never said thing, or it.
I didn't realize how much a person could use those two words a day.
When she spoke about a dog - the animal she truly despised - she still didn't call it an it.
That was the way she was. She respected everything alive. I can't even believe what I'm noticing now, but she never even called a wooden chair an it.
Could it be because wood was once a tree?
She always called a plant a he. Sometimes a she, but never an it. Definitely not a thing. Never, not even grass.
In school, she was called a tree-hugger by bullies. But she just smiled and thanked them, walked away. I asked her once why, she said tree-hugging wasn't an offense. The bullies just offended themselves by not caring about nature like that, the only thing that could keep them alive.
She said, "Do you believe we could have this type of civilization without nature? Without the wood, the air, we couldn't survive with the cold humans alone. We were made like that for a reason."
So she continued with her thing and it diet.
The way she saw everything was so amazing. And - in the aftermath of a breakup, I really think that's what I miss the most.
-The remembering man,
Your Writer.
I'm even starting to talk to myself. I guess she really made this house lively after all. Wish I noticed.
She was pretty much one of a kind. Or, so I've met. Maybe I've simply been blind in that part too.
When I got to know her better, I was surprised. I thought I knew everything. But some things were said to me every day without words and I just didn't note them. I'm only catching them now.
Such cruel irony.
She was the first to find the things standing right in front of someone's eyes. She had this thing about her that made everyone trust her. She handled things so damn well. People, she was great with people and their problems. I once thought she was a therapist.
I just realized that she may have been good with people because she experienced the same things. Have I ever looked closely to her wrists while we embraced? I don't think so, just her face.
What do I miss the most? I can't say. Most people would claim it to be the smile, or the laugh - but all I can remember was her face when she left. She wasn't laughing.
What I miss the most has to be the way she talked. She carried no accent, she knew no other language. She was born here, the town I am in. But she never said thing, or it.
I didn't realize how much a person could use those two words a day.
When she spoke about a dog - the animal she truly despised - she still didn't call it an it.
That was the way she was. She respected everything alive. I can't even believe what I'm noticing now, but she never even called a wooden chair an it.
Could it be because wood was once a tree?
She always called a plant a he. Sometimes a she, but never an it. Definitely not a thing. Never, not even grass.
In school, she was called a tree-hugger by bullies. But she just smiled and thanked them, walked away. I asked her once why, she said tree-hugging wasn't an offense. The bullies just offended themselves by not caring about nature like that, the only thing that could keep them alive.
She said, "Do you believe we could have this type of civilization without nature? Without the wood, the air, we couldn't survive with the cold humans alone. We were made like that for a reason."
So she continued with her thing and it diet.
The way she saw everything was so amazing. And - in the aftermath of a breakup, I really think that's what I miss the most.
-The remembering man,
Your Writer.
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Part of Me
The window rattles
In the crisp October air,
Leafy battles whisper
Tiny tattles while
Stirring up cares and dares
It's warm where we are,
Burrowed under the covers—
The last thing I want to do is move
But not would mean hearing
From everyone and their mothers.
My face still in your neck,
And your arm wrapped
Around me tight—
I have to go and I have to move
But being here feels
So right
The alarm sounds in my ear—
From my phone before my brain,
You stir and pull me closer,
And my will to move is strained
I manage to untangle from your
Sleeping
Slumbering
Form—
I kill the alarm without a sound
And wish that it was
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Triscuits
Jenna comes into the room with a packet of triscuits
And offers me some.
They are salted. I don't like salted foods;
They're too much like the ocean.
Jenna, skintight leggings,
Comes into the room with a packet of trisctuits.
They make an odd noise as they're chewed,
Like the grunts of a broken bone.
Jenna used to sail the seas but now
She can just open a packet of triscuits and tell me
How much she loves the prairie wind.
'Cause it's endless like that, 'cause it's yellow like that.
She looks at me with a mouth fulla triscuits and she dares say
That the house is too empty.
It's got walls and a floor and you're saying that you wa
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The Drowning
The water is all around me,
Dancing shadows on the ceiling,
The surface is moving slowly,
Faces and images haunt me,
I’m overwhelmed by the feelings.
The water’s crawling over me,
Scary shadows on the ceiling,
My heart keeps pounding painfully,
The tears are falling endlessly
And the pain never stops growing.
The water is now above me,
Blurry shadows on the ceiling,
It’s getting hard for me to breathe,
It’s getting hard for me to see,
As I am peacefully drowning.
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For those of you that aren't aware, this isn't a message of break up. (Obviously I don't write about that.) In fact, it's more of a message about the destroying of nature. We need to respect nature more.
The girl the POV is speaking of is basically me. Had to do that since I don't have any other person to reference. It's true too, I never call a plant (and USUALLY not animals) an it (though the chair part isn't true, haha) for that reason. In much younger years I was bullied for being a 'tree-hugger.' Which I take as a compliment.
I was just really in the inspiration to write this. I'm so drowsy from this heat, it's over a hundred degrees in this house, so I'll edit it when my mind is more clear.
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First story like thing I've posted on dA, haha.
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The girl the POV is speaking of is basically me. Had to do that since I don't have any other person to reference. It's true too, I never call a plant (and USUALLY not animals) an it (though the chair part isn't true, haha) for that reason. In much younger years I was bullied for being a 'tree-hugger.' Which I take as a compliment.
I was just really in the inspiration to write this. I'm so drowsy from this heat, it's over a hundred degrees in this house, so I'll edit it when my mind is more clear.
CRITIQUES REQUESTED
First story like thing I've posted on dA, haha.
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A wonderful blend of perspectives! Other animals and the surrounding world deserve to be more than the labels like "thing" or "it."
Very thoughtful.
Very thoughtful.