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Literature
Labyrinth of the Physical Form
You dare to wander throughout the catacombs
And search every scum-filled corner
In search of something you may never find.
Be careful,
For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirt
And the grim underneath will wear your feet down.
You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,
And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.
The air is suffocating
And the walls drip with poison of the mind.
The inner passage
To my heart, somehow still beating,
Is not worthwhile,
Yet you insist on finding the me
That's still lost in a dream.
You shine so bright
In my darkness,
I don't want to put you out.
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Literature
Burning Ignorance
If you cracked my heart open like an egg,
You'd see all my love that would seep through the cracks.
You might also see the not-so-pleasant stuff
Dripping like tar onto your unblemished white skin,
Burning it raw in its midst.
I want so desperately
For you to know
That I could never hate you
Because you're that type of flawless,
Perfect person
That I could never be lucky enough
To have love all my not-so-pleasant stuff.
So,
I'll keep it all inside,
Because ignorance is bliss
And you're blissful.
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Literature
Intrepid
I have to let go,
Because
If I don't jump,
I may never fly.
Dead weight
Disintegrates
And the fragments are carried in the embrace of the wind.
I've never felt
So safe and sound
Anywhere else but here,
Falling blindly.
A tear escapes
From the corner of someone's eye
As the ground grows closer.
I have lived a thousand lives
In this moment.
A smile is etched onto my face
And the tear hits the ground.
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Literature
Water Runs in My Veins
    I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves.
    Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
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Literature
Depicting Lunacy
The moon leaks through the blinds,
Casting a shrine on the wall.
Light blue starlight
(cascading loneliness)
Provides solace
And my hands are perspiring
As they twist in the sheets.
My eyelashes graze the pillow,
And my heart drops to my stomach.
Plop.
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Literature
The Fault in the Silver-lining
Did you know
That when my eyes are clouded
And my mind is empty
I can hear the clock ticking,
Counting each worthless second gone by.
Do matter how hard I try,
My heart won't beat in unison
With the indefinite continuation
Of life.
Did you know
That when I lay with my ear close to the ground
I can hear the pulse of the earth beneath me.
It slowly spins,
So alive
Yet filled with the dead.
Did you also know
That when the blood rushes through my body,
I can hear the wind tremble and quake
With a familiar fear.
It shudders
Because it knows its fleeting existence
Will slip through the world's fingers.
Did you know
That I'm afraid of that too?
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Literature
Tinted Blue
I wanted
To capture the sea,
So I picked it up with my hands.
It seeped through my fingers,
And became droplets on the floor.
I wanted
To live in the ocean,
So I poured water everywhere.
It swam away
And was gone within the hour.
I wanted
To never leave the water,
So I never got out of the pool.
Now, my lips are tinted blue
And I have water in my lungs.
I got my wish,
But now my family is creating a flood.
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Literature
Fragment
My eyes remain clouded,
Unable to conjure any form of tears.
They are dry, blood-shot,
And shift out of focus.
 Though I lay still,
My heart is ceaselessly spinning,
The world is endlessly aching.
I can taste the song and I can see the heat.
I hear my heartbeat alone above the ringing that is the scream of the night's wind.
It is calling out for the tear the has fallen
Upon your sleeve, resting on a desk.
The old wood is marked
By the ink that was spilled
When you tried to let the words escape from your lips.
I toss and turn as the crow flies away.
The butterflies are beckoned to mourn the loss of your tears,
Yet I am left.
Arms reach out
And grasp empty air
And I snuggle into a fragment
Of a memory
That is over before it even started.
The dove finds you
And delivers a cold stone--
All that tossing and turning
Has strangled me.
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Mature content
Theologically Insensitive :iconreireiserenade:ReiReiSerenade 18 11
Literature
Morning Butterfly
To those who should live when our stars collide,
Suffocating innocence is but a dying light.
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Literature
Story Time.
The face of evil,
Once a god frozen in the ice,
Whose sanity melts remembering touch,
Is a drop of fire on the rise,
Its soaring hopes
Tied with black ribbons to an electric chair.
Lament, bleeding roses,
Bite your tongue till it bleeds.
In the silent midnight,
A tear sings a water's lullaby,
An Underwater fire walk in the labyrinth submerges the ivory heart.

Anxiety,
Harmony,
Praying for spring:
The cycle of love and solitude.
Rescue is possible,
We need an instant repair.
Until then, I'll be missing you.
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Literature
Love Arrow
A dove bursts forth from its cage
As a thousand flowers emerge from the ground.
The sky breaks into dawn
I watch hues of pink and red
Seep through the black of night.
A thousand bells resound throughout the world,
Their song carried by the wind,
Bounding to every corner of the earth,
Unlimited.
Two hearts are burning red,
Kindled beneath me on a hearth
Emanating a tenderness
That I only know too well.
I shoot my arrow,
And the world seems to stop
For just one moment.
My vision clouds,
And a single raindrop falls
Amidst the beautiful scene.
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Literature
Sacrifice
The blood trickling down my chest
Is the same blood dripping from the bullet on the ground.
The heart that was punctured
Is the same heart still beating for you.
The world that is so stained and bloodied
Is the same world that you live in.
I will protect you
With, regrettably, the only life that I have.
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Literature
Cupid
So many times up here
I've cast my arrow down
Upon the hearts of the lonely
So that they may find love.
Eyes, brimmed with tears,
Find each other in the crowd,
Their throbbing red hearts
Scream with desire.
The whole world disappears
As they are taken over by
Foolish,
Irrational,
Childish ,
Unpredictable,
Love.
A glow emanates from their intertwined hands
And their helpless souls drown in each other's embrace.
Their hearts inflamed
And their eyes misty,
They are cloaked and held in the very light of Heaven.
Indifferent to all the perils of the world,
For the fire cannot touch them now.
For even if it does,
They shall hold each other
In an eternal embrace,
Their love conquering all.
But, if love conquers all,
Then why am I so powerless?
Why must I be so close to love,
Only to have it dangle just out of reach?
I shall never know the warmth,
The passion
Which inflames the heart,
Blinding it from all other outside forces.
If only I was blind,
So I didn't have to bear
Seeing one more happy
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Literature
A Doll's Nightmare
    My painted blue eyes, lined with rows of synthetic eyelashes, knowingly stare out at the crowd. My full, pink lips are frozen into a sickening smile that reveals my pearly white teeth. My plastic body is arranged into an appealing and inviting pose, which is flattered by my tiny, floral, custom-made dress. Every strand of my blonde hair is neatly and perfectly styled. In whole, I am the ideal image of a doll, an idealistic human. I used to take pride in my enticing and flawless appearance and demeanor, but I know better now, that there are thousands of exact replicas of me. Here, sitting on this shelf, we are all competing for the attention we crave.
    It's nearly impossible to stand out among an army entirely compiled of copies of yourself. Side by side, we all try our best to smile a little wider, to glow a littler brighter. Children with wide eyes and gaped-toothed smiles will gape while we each try to yell, "Pick me!" as if they could hear us
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Literature
Innocent Eyes
    It's said that the eyes are the window to the soul. In that case, then I can easily confirm what I already knew - my family has no soul.
    I threw my hands out, trying to catch myself from falling, but the hard pavement scratches my skin raw anyway. I hit the ground with full force. I release a throaty groan, and feebly try to lift my body up with all the dignity I can muster. My eyes peer behind me to meet that ice-cold glare of my mother. Her eyes are deep, bottomless pits that probably go down to the lowest level of hell. Never breaking eye contact, I wipe the blood on the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand, stand up, despite my muscles screaming in protest, and run through the yard, away from "home."
    My "home" is as good as dead to me. Beaten, bruised, and scarred, I've had enough, I've reached my breaking point. This time, I am never coming back. I might starve, but at least I'll never have to stare into the cold emptiness of my mot
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Literature
To My Biology Textbook
On page 159 of my biology textbook, it reads,
“...cancer is the uncontrolled growth of cells”
as though that could explain everything,
and I thought it did for a time.
But my textbook never warned me
that his skin would pale
to a point where I could see
the blue freight trains
carrying eighteen pills
throughout his frail body.
My textbook never warned me
that his watery irises would freeze over,
that he would hurl insults like knives,
and that he would clench his jaw
as tightly as his fist clenched his wine glass
because the only person to blame is himself,
and he can’t swallow that as easily
as he can the olives in his martinis.
And my textbook never warned me
that it would be this difficult to breathe
because of my acute awareness
that his breaths are limited,
and that there would be nothing I could do
but soldier on searching for that silver lining
clinging to these foreboding thunderheads.
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Journal
Poetry and Prose Contest!
Poetry Contest:
:bulletblue:Write a found poem.
:bulletblue: You can write about any topic you please. :)
:bulletblue:Word Minimum: 5
:bulletblue:Word maximum: 20
What is a found poem?:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Found_poetry  
http://sta.sh/010oe124tjiq
Prose Contest:
Use the same concept from the poetry contest but write a short prologue to a story.
Write the prologue as if there were going to be a first chapter. You choose the topic.
:bulletpink: Word Maximum: 200
:bulletpink: You may enter both contests.
Deadline: February 28th
Prizes: (They are the same for both contests)
:bulletgreen: 1st place winner: 30:points: + a feature in this group's journal + a feature in my personal journal
:bulletgreen: 2nd place winner: 15 :points:
[Bullet; Green] 3rd place winner: 5 [Points]
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Literature
Cupcakes and Tea
Cupcakes and Tea
9-01-14
“Oh dear, what's the matter,”
said the Hare to the Hatter
while the Doormouse soundlessly snored.
“What just can't compare,”
said Hatter to Hare,
“is the fact that I'm hungry and bored.”
“Twinkle, twinkle,” was heard
as the sleepy Mouse stirred,
“We're British, by jove, we like tea!”
So the Hare plated up
while Hatter poured cups
and they both had a cupcake or three.
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Literature
HD 189733 b
Beneath the serene exterior
Of a clouded, azure giant
Lies a rainstorm
Of molten glass
Running aslant
With the raging windstorm
That dominates the world.
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Literature
Persistencia de la Memoria
It is a surreal landscape that surrounds us here-
A place of melting clocks, sideways rain, and featureless faces.
In this world of dreams, the laws that once bound us
Are lost,
Thrown away like so much garbage;
In their place
Is the capriciousness of fantasy;
The whims of the imagination
Are no longer constrained,
No longer contained
Within the emptied vessel
Of the husks that wander,
Tossed about from one mirage to the next.
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"Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings."
- Victor Hugo

"Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius."
-Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart


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:wave: I challenged you all to write something beautiful with all the negativity built up inside of you, and the results were amazing! I was pleasantly surprised by all of the entries and how each writer took their own take on the prompt. But, I had to choose only a few of them to be winners.

1st Place: Aerode 

 
This poem is full of metaphors, creative ideas, and an abstract style that is completely captivating. Each stanza gorgeously transitions into another, and it all links together to create a story of love, pain, and yearning. I have no words to describe how it speaks to me. :heart:

You will receive:
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2nd Place: shehrozeameen

Mirth in Solemn ReminiscenceThis dear heart knows no boundaries, my love -
Let us pray that the night will be our guide,
a solace I sought, granted, from above.
Let nothing stop us – spread your wings, my dove,
and follow the gentle wind breathing its stride;
this dear heart knows no boundaries, my love.
A loud tempest strikes! Wraps in a cold glove
a chance for ascension, spread far and wide:
A solace I sought, granted, from above.
Therein, you found, the mirth you had dreamt of;
a smile on your face – purity deified –
This dear heart knows no boundaries, my love.
Thus must I leave now; a sadness I shove
aside, for this void is where I reside
this dear heart knows no boundaries, my love.
I plant the rose on your grave, made thereof
from our dreams together, for you I cried:
“this dear heart knows no boundaries, my love -
a solace I sought, granted, from above.”

This piece has a much more classical feel to it than most poetry today, and in that way it is unique in expressing common emotions that everyone can relate to. Therefore, I feel that it is a timeless piece that can be interpreted both in modern times and the way back to Shakespeare's time. Each line is full of purpose and emotion that, in all, creates something unforgettable. :heart:

You will receive:
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3rd Place: ReconditeDevices

Let Me Absorb Your RageWho but I will feel your wrath?
I'm all you've got, its simple math.
Who but I can absorb your rage,
when gesture and tone belie your age?
With piercing scream and woeful wail,
true old classics when young words fail.
Frustration waiting to be freed and spent,
my gorgeous volcano, trying to vent.
Pink and purple anger now run its course.
No my darling, you can not have a horse.
Let me dry your tears, do you need to wee?
Would you like a juice box with morning tea?

This approach to the prompt was very sarcastic, and that's probably why I enjoyed reading it so much. The idea was very well executed, and the word choice intrigues me more each time I read it. :heart:

You will receive:
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Bullet; Green Twenty Points from PaleAuthor
Bullet; Green Ten Points from CielRulez
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Honorable Mention: Diluculi

59. No Way OutImagine your artistic mind is a house, but instead of rooms the door you find can lead you into entire worlds of your own. Imagination, creativity and motivation used to buzz around entire floors, filling the house with life, darting from one place to another while playing catch. Ideas just to come and go, sometimes staying for hours, sometimes just walking by.
But this time, something is off. It's hard to realise at first, but the usually ever presents sounds have died down, replaced by an increasing, eerie silence. No idea is showing up and all the rooms are deserted. Imagination and Creativity are nowhere to be found, no matter how often you call out for them. There is only silence. Some of the rooms are locked and the worlds behind those which aren't, are also empty and silenced. All the beings who used to inhabit them are either gone or lying motionless on the ground. Slowly the colours fade away, until only grey shades are left behind.
In search for a reason, for a cause, or simp


This piece of prose takes you on a very interesting emotional journey that includes imagery and metaphoric messages that reminds you of being stuck in a nightmare with no way out. The journey was very enjoyable for me. :heart:

You will receive:
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Bullet; Red Twenty Points from PaleAuthor
Bullet; Red A llama from CielRulez and I
Bullet; Red A feature from AlwaysRainCheck

Each and every entry was unique and enjoyable to read. I want to encourage all of you to keep writing and sharing on deviantART! :tighthug:

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Jasperinity Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2017
Happy birthday! :D
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:woohoo: :party: :iconcakelickplz: !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! :iconcakelickplz: :party: :woohoo:

It's January 27th which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!

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Happy early Birthday! :happy birthday: by iDJPanda
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Hi hun :)

Just wanted to thank you for your points contribution. You are entitled to two commissions from me. Just let me know what you'd like me to write, and I'll get back to you on them.

:) Cheers.
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Jasperinity Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2015
Happy birthday! :D
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:woohoo: :party: :iconcakelickplz: !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! :iconcakelickplz: :party: :woohoo:

It's january 27th which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!

Many well wishes and love from your friendly birthdays team :love:

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! :cake: :party: \(^_^)/
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hope you have a wonderful birthday. Take care :)
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