Nothing can take your pride away
Not words
Not pictures
Not deriding remarks
Not contemptuous douchejuicers
The day you let the words hurt you
To define who you are
To tell you what’s wrong with you
To make you want to change
That’s when you stop being
Who you want to be
There’s something about being entranced by music, the hypnosis of the beat and the tune, letting it conquer your senses and bringing you to another place entirely. Some mythical beast, let’s call it a sprit totem, shall we? guides your hand and your mind to another plane of thinking, drags the words and pictures from your mind through a filter of dark ecstasy, turning the ordinary into the anything but. What secret encoded messages lie behind the notes to take us to such a place, to bend our thoughts into other worldly lightwaves?
The bloom of a crimson rose fades on my meticulously polished black shoe, a biological blossom created by your very lips. A snapshot moment of its birth fills my mind’s eye, burns itself there with such intensity, I forget the source of its creation. To think such a thing so delicate, a lifespan of a mere second, could be borne on the simple gesture of a cough. To think that such a thing could be made from an act of death strips me of the lead walls I’d erected and layered upon so long ago. I earnestly shed a tear for your final work of art. Congratulations.
These are in no particular order. Comment to claim your piece.
H1 - Step forward, step again. Walk away from the pains of your life. You can look back, it’s okay. You won’t turn into a pillar of salt. I’m not that kind of god. But look here instead. Look at the way that everyone interacts. Nobody knows the real you there. Here, you can express yourself. Here you are one of us, but entirely different. Post a picture. Write a story. Lie, yell, masturbate, listen to music. Look back once more at your digital footprints. Now, follow me.
H2 (athousandcleverwords) - I’ve cast false shadows over the sticks and zeros, projecting fabled pasts onto lying strangers screen. I’m the girl they want me to be, written in intangible binary code, they’re the men I sorely need.
H3 - Most of the time I feel like reality is the Red Baron from the Peanuts comics. I will be soaring off into the wild blue yonder, and all of a sudden I am sent spiraling into the ground. Why can’t I just fly around in my invisible plane?
This ended up being nice and even, with only 6 entries. Comment to claim your piece.
1st (messagestothemoon) - Will we leave behind clicks and flicks of what we have mistaken for reality? Shrapnel pieces of edited photographs, Googled sentences, downloaded songs. Touch our touch screens until we can’t feel anymore. Listen to music blaring though ear plugs, and plug ourselves out of reality. Will we leave behind typed up confessions of what we should have really said, how will we tell the difference between our words? Each soliloquy in Times New Roman,splayed on the floor. Our footprint won’t make a mark.
2nd - She is everything to me. Every verse is for her, every piece of beauty in the world offered as a gift to her. My fingers caress her as my words expose her. Smiles and sighs my only encouragement. We are one being, one heart, one mind. Yet… we are not one. My hands known not the feel of her body, my lips not the taste of hers - nor her’s, mine. We are two. Our words cross the gulf of time and distance. Our expressions the only touch we have. These are the digital footprints of impossible love.
3rd - I haven’t checked your facebook page in a few days, it’s so boring, never any updates. You don’t post stories on that online forum anymore, I have bookmarked the previous ones though. am pretty sure some of the stories are about me. I googled your name and the one of the main character but damn the internet is useless. It must be me. Before I head to bed I check your last whatsapp activity. Thank god your phone number came up when I searched for your old address. I am so close to you.
Dear X,
I hate what you turned me into. I hate the fact that you made me want to forget about everything else just to keep you with me. It was a fickle, noncommittal thing for you, when I made it my everything. I thought I loved you, but I realize now it was the idea of being in a relationship that I fell in love with. Thank you for being my first and ruining it. Thank you for making me realize what I should look for in a relationship, for someone who’s not a constant taker.
Un-Love,
Me
P.S. I don’t hate your guts. I just don’t like you as a person.
A thunk you did make
Against the living room window
With your tiny noggin
A towel and box
became your sanctuary
from any wild cat nearby
But alas, those few short
minutes of comfort came
to an end as you finally
gave in.
Tiny grey lifeless body
Barely an ounce in my gloved hands
Came to rest
In a field of green
Below, where you once soared
Below, where you were hatched
Below, where your mate or babies
probably await your return
notyettitled replied to your post: “Digital Footprints” honourable mentions
One of these are mine… that’s really cool.
Ooo which is it, so I can tag it with your name?
messagestothemoon replied to your post: “Digital Footprints” winners
First place! yayayayay
Woo congrats!
These are in no particular order. Comment to claim your piece.
H1 - Step forward, step again. Walk away from the pains of your life. You can look back, it’s okay. You won’t turn into a pillar of salt. I’m not that kind of god. But look here instead. Look at the way that everyone interacts. Nobody knows the real you there. Here, you can express yourself. Here you are one of us, but entirely different. Post a picture. Write a story. Lie, yell, masturbate, listen to music. Look back once more at your digital footprints. Now, follow me.
H2 (athousandcleverwords) - I’ve cast false shadows over the sticks and zeros, projecting fabled pasts onto lying strangers screen. I’m the girl they want me to be, written in intangible binary code, they’re the men I sorely need.
H3 - Most of the time I feel like reality is the Red Baron from the Peanuts comics. I will be soaring off into the wild blue yonder, and all of a sudden I am sent spiraling into the ground. Why can’t I just fly around in my invisible plane?
This ended up being nice and even, with only 6 entries. Comment to claim your piece.
1st (messagestothemoon) - Will we leave behind clicks and flicks of what we have mistaken for reality? Shrapnel pieces of edited photographs, Googled sentences, downloaded songs. Touch our touch screens until we can’t feel anymore. Listen to music blaring though ear plugs, and plug ourselves out of reality. Will we leave behind typed up confessions of what we should have really said, how will we tell the difference between our words? Each soliloquy in Times New Roman,splayed on the floor. Our footprint won’t make a mark.
2nd - She is everything to me. Every verse is for her, every piece of beauty in the world offered as a gift to her. My fingers caress her as my words expose her. Smiles and sighs my only encouragement. We are one being, one heart, one mind. Yet… we are not one. My hands known not the feel of her body, my lips not the taste of hers - nor her’s, mine. We are two. Our words cross the gulf of time and distance. Our expressions the only touch we have. These are the digital footprints of impossible love.
3rd - I haven’t checked your facebook page in a few days, it’s so boring, never any updates. You don’t post stories on that online forum anymore, I have bookmarked the previous ones though. am pretty sure some of the stories are about me. I googled your name and the one of the main character but damn the internet is useless. It must be me. Before I head to bed I check your last whatsapp activity. Thank god your phone number came up when I searched for your old address. I am so close to you.
Here we go! I’ve never hosted one of these before, so you’ll have to forgive me if I thoroughly screw this up. Everyone will have until Sunday, May 28 12.00 am (midnight) EST to submit your entries to my ask. Remember to make it anon; any signed entries will be eliminated from the pool. Also, please stick to the word limit of the ask box; no separated entries, please.
Sometime Monday evening, I’ll make posts with my top 3 favourites and the honourable mentions. So get to writing!
The topic: “Digital Footprint”
Have fun!
Because I’m an idiot and don’t look at calendars, the date should say Monday May 28 midnight. SORRY FOR BEING A DUMB.
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