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Martians Cant Laugh by starladear6:
They say it’s harder to do comedy than tragedy. it’s certainly harder to WRITE something funny. Which is why Martians Cant Laugh by starladear6 stands out among all the deep and depressing poems that are so much of the standard DA fare. What more noble goal is there, both in the subject and the manner of this poem, than to make someone laugh? (guest picker deejbard sends) (Selected by +skyorange)

HOLY SHIT! I’ve only been a DA member for like, a week and I got a DAILY DEVIATION! (read: an admin of the site enjoyed my piece enough to have it featured on the main page for an entire day!!.) I’m in shock. Utter shock. I wrote this poem in my freshman year for chrissakes! In Mrs. Baron’s class!! In response to a really really stupid audio prompt! (Candace? you remember this assignment?)

Anyway, in case you are curious, this is the full text of the poem:

Martians can’t laugh

A strange new smell in the air
Rover sniffs the sky
A bright new star, way up there
A summer night gone by

Grandpa wakes laughing hard
And grandma rolls him off
The wake up call presents it’s card
They laugh until they cough

Children splashing in the mud
Laugh until they cry
Rolling round they try to stop
Brown with mud they try

School teachers pee their pants
They’d never laughed so much
Chalk board full of “cans” and “can’ts”
Their chalk they cannot touch

Water gups, splish and splash
Laughing bubbles to the top
A pink balloon in shaking hands
Laughs so hard it finally pops

New York cities, San Diegos
Cities laugh and crumble down
Crushing homes an winnabegos
Cities rolling on the ground

Bright new star way up there
Caused the laughter quakes
The star’s a ship, from way out there,
Fire’s a rocket, then it waits

The laughter spreads like a plague
As their plans unfold
Hopping round upon one leg
Of earth, Martians take hold

For years the Martians envied earth
Mars was so boring then
Jealous of our lives of mirth
They say “we sure showed them”

Now please, tell me the truth. What do YOU think??

ok. Um… now I feel obligated to write a regular decent post. I should never feel obligated to write should I? That’s a bad sign.

My readings for the spring break included Ben Bova’s Return to Mars, Larry Niven’s The Integral Trees and the sparkling classic A Wrinkle in Time (which I am proud to say I read from cover to cover in a single sitting). Shit it felt good to actually read again. Starla likes fiction. Tomo is borrowing my copy of Wrinkle and I really hope he reads it.

Something has gone terribly wrong. Jaya’s blood ran cold. She couldn’t move. Where was the receiving facility? Where was the rest of her team? This place could not be part of the Probe Station. There was too much gravity. It wouldn’t have surprised her if she had arrived unconscious and been transported to a health deck, but this was no health deck. This looked like a bunker. And that boy had called her Sam. Who was Sam?

She realized then that she was alone. If she had thought quick enough, she might have followed the throng of people, and tried to figure out where she was. But it was too late now. If she was going to discover anything, she would have to do it alone. She kicked off the rest of the blankets, stepped to the cold concrete floor… and stopped. She looked down at herself. She took a step forward and back, not sure if there was something in her pants or if — finally she reached down with her hand.

Jaya was a boy. Something had definitely gone terribly wrong.

– excerpt from the third total re-write of my short story “Intercepted”. (aka a future winner of the “Writers of the Future Contest”) *evil geek-writer grin*

*sigh* Everyone say hello to . She’s my new sister and deserves much love. *waves*