Writing Prompt

It's easy to confuse nostalgia and deja vu.

Menial tasks give me deja vu, while a lot of smells remind me of you.

It feels like i've sat this exact way before--maybe times repeating again.

I've been this alone in the past, when you left me for your friend.

(kinda sucks butttttt i need the streak)

i’ve been here before, i know it

i recognize this old cobblestone road

i know that ancient oak tree

i can smell the familiar scent

they told me i’d get better

that i’d get my memory back

liars

the soft breeze of the morning wind

and the crowing of the birds

they all remind me of something

but i just can’t seem to recall

what this means to me.

Four boys cycling along the road Presumably to school Just like us Back in 1983

All trundling side by side Geniune smiles sitting on their faces Just like us Back in 1983

Lets hope they don’t end up like us Lets hope they stay like we used to be Just like us Back in 1983

We don’t speak to each other everyday Like when we were kids And everything was so much simplier Because now its complicated And we can’t go back To Just like we were Back in 1983

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A/N ~ this was a stranger things poem that I tried to write from the perspective of Will Byers. However it may have failed horrifically… I’ll let you decide on that one x

People say that you eventually get to that point in your life. Where whatever you do it feels like you have done it before. Like nothing ever feels normal. Time seems to fold and repeat itself without warning

A flicker of recognition, a sudden sense of familiarity A moment frozen in time, a sensation so uncanny It's like stepping into a memory, a dream within a dream The past merges with the present, a perplexing scheme

Déjà vu, a fleeting glimpse of something beyond our grasp A paradoxical phenomenon, an enigma that holds us fast The echoes of our existence reverberate through the ages A never-ending cycle, a dance on history's many stages

Is it a glitch in the matrix or a trick of the mind? A glitch in time's fabric or something more divine? Whatever the cause, déjà vu leaves us in awe An ephemeral illusion, a puzzle with no flaw

So embrace the déjà vu, embrace the strange sensation For in its mystery lies a profound revelation A reminder that time is but a fleeting illusion And our lives are but a moment in the grand confusion.

In the realm of time, where echoes replay, Lies a phenomenon, déjà vu's mysterious sway. A moment of recognition, a memory's embrace, Yet a lesson learned, in life's relentless chase.

Déjà vu, a whisper from the past, A gentle reminder, a message amassed. In the depths of our being, it stirs and it stings, A warning, a sign, of the pain it brings.

For in this strange dance, where time intertwines, We find ourselves caught, in a web of design. The familiar sights, the familiar sounds, A haunting reminder, of lessons unbound.

Oh, how we yearn, to break free from the chains, To escape the cycle, where déjà vu remains. But the universe whispers, in its cryptic way, That some lessons are learned, in the hardest of ways.

We stumble and fall, in the depths of our pride, Ignoring the signs, as we stubbornly stride. Déjà vu, a teacher, with a lesson to impart, That wisdom is earned, through the ache of the heart.

For in the repetition, we find clarity's light, A chance to rewrite, what once went awry. To learn from mistakes, to grow and to heal, To embrace the truth, that déjà vu reveals.

So let us not dismiss, this eerie sensation, But embrace its presence, with humble reflection. For in déjà vu's grip, lies a chance to evolve, To learn things the hard way, and truly evolve.

In the tapestry of time, where déjà vu resides, We find the wisdom, that life's journey provides. So heed its message, as it whispers anew, And learn from the past, as déjà vu guides you.

Two students, Talking about… Chocolate chip cookies? Oh, where they came from! I fell like this conversation has happened before… In the exact same room, Them using the exact same tone of voice, As they argue, About just where did chocolate chip cookies come from? Massachusetts!

I tend to get déjà vu A LOT. Even when something has never happened before, it still seems like it did. Like the two students and the chocolate chip cookies.

They were first made in Whitman, Massachusetts, for anyone wondering.

(Wanted to keep my streak, didn’t have lots of time).

One day I was begging Please, just a few coins a week You helped me I found my way Before then, the future seemed bleak

Two years had passed I am you, but you are not me I looked for you I found you Do you remember me?

His graveyard marks blister down my skin. Annihilating my senses; ah, I'm real again...

He loved me so hard, I shattered into shards. Only melting back together, when he fed me the stars. Screaming my name, like it belonged on his tongue. A mouth full of fuck, my souls rattled numb. Romanticizing this ghost in my head. This shadow on my lips. This phantom in my bed. Sing me back to sleep, like I've never been awake before. Let me watch the light drain from those dying eye sores...

The halls so crowded All packed in Heads are bowed You turn to me and say Lets play a game

It’s pretty easy Let’s give it a go The numbers measly But let’s count Who here’s not white?

So we play this Bitter laughter Better not miss The call to stand Sing about “our” history

We okay this game Again and again Each time I’m glad you came Cause it’d be awkward Looking around and realising

I do not belong here

This silence is like the damned, The one I was left in. I forgave.

This patience is crooked, Like when you took it from me. I bent.

These wounds are precious, Because you gave them to me. I bowed.

These bridges you burned, They were not meant for me. I exhaled