Hey everyone, so I might take a break from writing poetry for a bit. I was thinking about writing a multi-part story. Some of my followers might remember a certain story I started in that vein. Anyway, I’m going to be scrapping it because I decided that pre-writing was stupid and I have no idea how to continue the story. So, I’m going to pre-write this time around. Not sure if I’ll have part one up by tomorrow, but I’ll try and get it done as soon as I can. My irregular upload schedule will most likely continue, since I’m taking classes now and don’t have a whole lot of time to upload stuff here. Thanks, and I hope you guys keep reading 🙂
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life advice i learned early on again & again: keep your parachute nearby, something you can always fall back on when others disappear i belived it when i was promised help at age 13 so i waited & waited for 6 years after. commotion in hallways outside, maybe slowed footsteps suggested returned support, the kind that kept being put off, pushed back eventually get around to it, wait for it. didn't even occur that there might be knocking while i was busy kicking doorstops out, letting them close before i got an answer back -Jamie Gist
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bank account balancing act for the right digits turning over the idea, re-sizing & switching orientation agonizing hesitation dread of regret as an electric mechanical pencil draws near. permanent. tension tranfers to paper & pixelated screens scratching on the inside of my skull crashing doors open to relieve pressure -Jamie Gist
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mismatched squares align in three dimensional clicks just peel off the stickers & put them where they belong (less time taken, for sure) tiles look like 9-by-9 magic to those not savvy to the solution -Jamie Gist
No poem today, I wanted to mix it up and write some flash fiction. It’s been a while since I wrote any on here and it’s even in first person! Hope you enjoy.
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Today I woke up and I could use magic. Well, not quite. I was aware that I could for a while, it was just today that I decided to actually try it out. It’s surprisingly easy to not use it right, all of my dishes can testify. Have you heard of telekinesis? There’s a scientific explanation to how it works but I don’t know what that would be, so I just consider it magic. Much easier to digest, especially for those who weren’t expecting it. I realized I could do this a couple years ago, staring at a pen and it started floating. Making it float was easy, it just took a few weeks of repeatedly pushing it back down onto my desk before gravity kicked back in. I stacked some books in front of it, just in case anyone saw a floating pen and wanted to ask about it. I planned to keep them there until I came up with a believable excuse, but when the pen dropped onto my desk and rolled onto the floor my problem was solved.
I wanted to figure out how it worked, so I started trying to move little things when I was out walking. Harmless stuff, like some paper if it was dropped. It took some practice, but now I can move dollar bills and even a full stack of newspapers as easily as if they were blown by the wind. I feel bad sometimes, but it can be just amusing when people can’t feel a sudden breeze as the papers move. As you may have guessed, it takes more effort to move heavier objects. Paper hardly requires any concentration, but I gave myself a pretty bad migraine trying to lift a table. Telekinesis is like a muscle. This afternoon I was alone in the office, or so I thought. I focused my vision on the table reserved for lunches. The familiar squeezing pressure around my eyes warned me that I was straining a bit too much, but the table started to shake and I really wanted to lift it this time. After a few seconds, the legs were about a half inch off the ground and I almost stopped it from tilting back and forth.
Breaking concentration, the metal legs landed on the tile floor with a clang.
“You’re telling me you didn’t see that? Right there. This table, I swear it moved.”
“Or I’m losing my mind. But the pranks around here are next level so maybe not.”
“I must’ve looked away.”
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shallow breaths push forward a sailboat buffeted by breaking waves lights getting neon bright while pulling sails back down arms burning with the effort of keeping wound-up thoughts from spinning away with gusts of wind & ocean spray striking balance long enough to cast the anchor -Jamie Gist
note: I’ve had this idea for a while, so here it is in actual written form. And a song, but not necassarily what inspired my poem:
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sea breeze whistles through the tower packed with salty air while feathers are gathered into wings held together with wax daedalus hands one crafted pair to his son, speaking as the boy's excitement drowns out the somber warning an updraft of wind joins icarus as he jumps up & over the ledge stomach jostled with each flap dread pulls down the father's voice "the sun! you're getting too close, my son!" words carried away in the wind wax dripping from an unheeded warning -Jamie Gist