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 complicate...

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 pres...

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 intertwine...

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 st...

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...

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

...

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...