Six word story: Deja vuMind recalled data which wasn't there.
Being Gifted Actually SucksBeing "gifted" actually sucks. I was an official gifted kid who was said she didn't have to go to primary school. My family still sent me. It was incredibly lonely as I was an adult brain squized in a kid's body. It sounds tacky but it does really feel like that. I wrote a poem at school for a national contest and what I was said by teachers and a huge board of adults was that "It's impossible for a kid to write that. Your parents wrote it and you memorized it." I was called a liar for the first time in my life. Then I was literally locked into a room and was said to write similar poems. I couldn't. What they didn't understand was to write a poem like that, you had to feel it. I didn't feel it in that room. I was eliminated from the contest. I didn't write anything for many years because of that, because I was called a liar.When I was four, I was reading science magazines and I wanted to have sex. I told people that global warming and climate change are gonna hit the world, we should
Lies and RealityI look at the lies people tell me, then I look at the realityI look at the lies, and then the realityThe two are so apart and the lies so hugeThat my brain would more readily believeThat reality is the lieAnd lie is the realityCos reality sure is heavyI thought I was the liarThe big, filthy liar about selfBut when compared to othersOthers made me look like a saint
Moms, Dads, and Grandmas"I don't have a mom, I don't have a dad" she cried, sitting on her couch which was comfortable for a normal person but not for her. She was very beautiful- a woman who people stopped on the street to tell how pretty she was. The only woman I knew who was that pretty. Cheeks pink from the heat of crying, her sparkly, blue irises showed as lines between her closing eyelids like a sleepy kitten's. I laughed an exagrated laugh; one a person would give while trying to comfort a baby: "But grandma, you have your kids, they love you! And you have us, your grandchildren! Look, it's me, Mari." She didn't look at me. Instead she opened her sad, cute mouth, staring at the TV across the room: "My mom died, my dad died", her voice shook. I half-smiled. The pretty little girl inside her missed her mom who died 30 years ago and she missed a father who she lost 70 years ago. Grandma had alzheimers and I didn't quite understand why she became so obsessed with the mom and dad issue. I sat on the next co
Jupiter and JuneYou are my JupiterYou are my moonYou are my destinyYou are my doomYou will be my deathOf that I'm sureYou will be my deathI've been waiting forYou are my morning starYou are my sunYou are my reason toLive and have funWithout you in my skyTime won't pass byWithout you in my skyI will just dieYou are my gravityYou are my pullYou are my space and timeAnd I'm your foolYou have to rise upTo bring my noonYou'll have to set downTo end my JuneYou will be my deathOf that I'm sureYou will be my deathI've been waiting for