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You bound our spines


It was summer.
He braided daisy chains and called them flowers; she tangled words and
called them speech. I was the only one who knew
the truth; that the thin lines of cellulose that run beneath the tender skin of a leaf
are not so different from the veins of blood and sentiment
that pulse through syllables as they
smack against your teeth.

I was the weaver. To the art of his flower arranging,
I added in her words,
until it was no longer clear whose work was whose...

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Dear ---,


somehow i know that we are not finished.

--today i downed a bagel before the sun and you
woke up after i had had my lunch; i was penning essays
while you first struggled with your hair.
but while you slept, this morning, i
was sleeping too.
i had dreams on my eyelids
and it was your hair smiling in my mind that first tipped me off
to the fact that i miss you
even as i refuse to call.
i cannot shake the mismatched circles
of your not-eyes, nor can i forget
your disgusted voice; i cannot forget that you
are my oldest friend. i cannot forget
that there is a shirt on my desk
and that it belongs to you...

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Wake


The sun was falling through the sky, and Sara shivered; the atmosphere was too thin. She crouched low on her hoverboard and leaned forward, hugging the ground as she zipped past the air buoys that marked the allowed paths. The buoys bobbed in the air with the undulations of the atmospheric currents, little orbs of color set adrift in the heavens.

It had been a while since she had needed to race the sun home, since she had seen it this low in the sky, dull and orange and more than a little hazy. It was so much more elegant when it was balanced above them--it was fuller then, more majestic. Dusk was not a beautiful time.

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There and Back Again

Thu Jul 9, 2009, 4:19 PM
  • Mood: Anguish
  • Listening to: CTY Canon
  • Reading: The Fountainhead
I left a week and a half ago for a program known as CTY, or the Center for Talented Youth. Some call it "summer school," and yes, it is an academic camp...or so the administration would have you believe. Let me put it this way: for the past four years, I have only been allowed to go home three weeks out of every fifty-two. CTY made me who I am; quite literally, it saved my life and shaped it.

I am sixteen. This was my last year, my nevermore year, because seventeen-year-olds aren't allowed back. (Besides, it would be strange to return after graduating high school...)

My nevermore year was, alas, cut short by the wrath of the flu. We don't know if it was the swine flu or not, but suffice to say that it was enough to destroy a large portion of the student body.

And so here I am. Halfway into what should have been my best year of CTY, I was kicked out. I am now officially a forevermore...1.5 weeks too early.

I will be on dA intermittently, but Post-CTY Depression is a beast even in the best of circumstances.

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  • deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small
  • Interests: CTY, hopping, writing, breathing, and being distracted by floating dust specks.
  • Favourite poet or writer: I can't choose. Tim O'Brien? Orson Scott Card? Jasper Fforde? It's too hard!
  • Operating System: Vista. :(
  • Skin of choice: Plain old dA.
  • Tools of the Trade: Pencil, pen, Word, Photoshop CS3

Comments


BON BON :heart::heart::heart::heart::heart:

As much as early termination of CTY sucked, I'm glad I went, I'm glad I showed up at playground funz and had the chance to meet you. Really hope the next time we see each other is very soon.

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OMG IT'S YOU. :glomp:

Teehee, BonBon; that's me. I am so so so glad I met you. Wasn't Playground Funz epic?

It really was a good year, despite the early ending. :heart:

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Somewhere out there is a field full of happy, hopping bunnies, all rolling around on the green grass and cooing happily at the stars.
Hi Bonnie, I was just bopping around reading and I happened to find my way to your page :D

Thought I'd leave a friendly :wave: and a smile for a fellow dA poet :)
Thanks for the fave. I appreciate your support.

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Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?

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