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June 25, 2012
Creationism by =Tobaeus Because nobody's perfect.
Featured by BeccaJS
Suggested by TheSkaBoss
Literature Text
She took the clay into her hands and rolled it around. If she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could feel the imperfections in the little sphere, but she would never think to smooth them out. It was the little things that gave each of her creations character.
This particular ball gave way to spiky tips and deep depressions. She held it up and blew on it to speed its drying. When it was ready, she brought out the paints. The low parts became blue and fluid, and the spiky places turned gray. But she didn't stop there. The in between places were painted green and brown, and she came away a little and painted white puffy shapes. And then she waited.
For a long time, nothing happened. Then there was movement, but still she was disappointed. This one didn't glow the way some of her creations did. She moved in for a closer look at the globe. Perhaps she could figure out what had gone wrong.
What she found was a disaster. The skies rained bits of diamond and drops of acid. The seas had turned a poisonous shade of green. Disgusted, she pulled away from the globe and cast it away.
It comforted her that her latest creation made a graceful arc on its way to join the others. Even through her anger, she hoped it would find a comfortable orbit with a long-lived star. She shouldn't have been disappointed, really. So few of her creations ever sprouted life. All she could do was pick up another handful of clay and start again.
This particular ball gave way to spiky tips and deep depressions. She held it up and blew on it to speed its drying. When it was ready, she brought out the paints. The low parts became blue and fluid, and the spiky places turned gray. But she didn't stop there. The in between places were painted green and brown, and she came away a little and painted white puffy shapes. And then she waited.
For a long time, nothing happened. Then there was movement, but still she was disappointed. This one didn't glow the way some of her creations did. She moved in for a closer look at the globe. Perhaps she could figure out what had gone wrong.
What she found was a disaster. The skies rained bits of diamond and drops of acid. The seas had turned a poisonous shade of green. Disgusted, she pulled away from the globe and cast it away.
It comforted her that her latest creation made a graceful arc on its way to join the others. Even through her anger, she hoped it would find a comfortable orbit with a long-lived star. She shouldn't have been disappointed, really. So few of her creations ever sprouted life. All she could do was pick up another handful of clay and start again.
Literature
Heartmind
We lost electricity on the night you left me
and I spent the night curled up against the rain,
drinking in the slack of damp green winds
in our treasured driftwood home of mist.
I had to come to think of time
as a medium and my thoughts as
imperfect and cursive. It was a wrinkled medium,
a mediocrity of sunken breath: words condensing
into droplets that so contorted my teary lenses
that I couldn't tell that you were turning towards me
with a sound, the sound a book makes
when its leaves are rustled against the grain.
Tonight my body lingers on the edge of the ocean
like a gasp; New Jersey's throaty highways
bear my rosefelt thou
Literature
Spelling Counts
The line read:
"Fallow your heart",
I wondered what more there was to say.
Fallow your heart, leave it
empty and waiting for a season
so love can grow, nourished,
in a replenished, whole ground.
Fallow your heart so it does not become
Worn and barren with overuse.
The line read "fallow your heart",
but the poem, overworked,
meant only "follow".
Please remember that spelling counts.
Literature
the things they should have told us
see, no one really warns us about growing up.
they leave out things like heartbreak and gossip and broken people you could have saved but didn't.
it is this: the girl who holds her wrists and sits alone and tells me no child should ever grow up being afraid of someone who should love them. Her eyes are fierce, and something inside me is screaming but the clock ticks and the moment is past. i pretend i can't hear the pieces of her shatter as they hit the floor.
the next time we speak there are new shadows beneath her eyes and her shoulders hunch as if somehow she could fold into herself and disappear. maybe it would be better for us both if
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See? Even deities can't churn out perfection every time they create something. So why should we? Keep going, and that gem will turn up.
FFM day 24. Approx 266 words.
FFM day 24. Approx 266 words.
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This was really powerful, and only 266 words. It only goes to show you don't need a million words to craft something amazing. <3