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The weekly prompts

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Hello and welcome to the weekly prompts.

First things first, the prompts we will now introduce will be used for TWO weeks, I cannot be here next week because of exams but I will be back the week after (technically I already am working a lot on my exams and should even be on today, so that might explain the short journal).
Let’s have a look at last week’s poems then.

First off is ‘’Notes from the remote’’ by :iconphantasm1:
[link] Notes from the RemoteI see a lot you know
All sorts of shows
The family can never
Make up their mind

I hear fights between
Siblings, and the
Husband and wife
The heads of the
Household as they say

This family can't decide
On anything not with
Each other or for themselves
They press guide and switch

They can't decide on volume
Either, they want it more quiet
Or louder, then they fight with
Each other some more
I have to say I actually find it quite impressive that somebody could even work with this prompt and this is basically what I had in mind when I came up with the prompt.
Well written since because of the style it is written in you don’t stop at the end of the line, however you continue directly on the next line, this manages to hold the reader’s attention much longer making it much more fun for the reader to read themselves.

Next up is ‘’Exuberance’’ by :iconaltered-affliction:
[link] ExuberanceA testimony to faith
And Zen, and plenitude, on high!
Fair winds and fair-weather friends, so nigh,
Belligerent foes beware, and behold!

For this night, you can take none away;
For this day, it shall all be mine:
Victory, aggressor, you shall not fare well here.
A toast to you, a test of mine.

Only time can take this away,
This joy washing over me.
Blast away that ignorance
Preventing you from sharing my mirth …

Shake away pain and despair,
Wrought not by my own hand, nor yours.
Come away to the land of sun and sea!
Fret not for what is and for what is only yet to be.
I have to say that this is one of the most impressive poems that I have seen in the prompts.
Very well constructed and very well worded.
I would highly suggested pressing that link there and have a look yourself.

The new prompts for the next 2 weeks are:
-A minute of failure, just think about that one for a while and imagine what you would feel like the minute after you do something wrong (like being called in front of the class to do a math problem on the chalkboard and make a very silly mistake by writing an + instead of a -). Kind of embarrassing isn’t it?
-Bonding with another person, write a poem what it feels like to bond with another person, be it family, friends or even a pet (though those aren’t technically persons, I guess the prompt is just ‘’bonding’’).

That was all for this week folks.
I will see you all in two weeks.
Have a nice day and keep on writing!
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Winter is ComingI hear the wind's raspy requiem
Bid farewell to a long lost friend,
What melancholy strains touch my eyes
As I hear the last song of a flute
Which plays in melodies of ache
From the heart of seasons past,
Nature's bled, yet ne'er this hue
And amber cloaks the morning dew.

Weakening wings that turn and tear
In hope of quietus or sunshine
Relay in fear, both near and far
A hundred tales of golden days,
And by and by, a vengeful mist
Settles over the dying land,
There are no more tales to tell
As open the gates of a colder hell.

And time shivers the night away
In spasms of rain, hail and snow,
And the feeble day lies in slumberWinter is Coming by *Zark123
Here comes Slenderman by ~DompteurLoup
ThrillsI like cheap things
No depth
No pare-able peelings, just
Plastic wrapped feelings
Plastic wrapped feelings

I like three minute shows
Through the microwave door
Like "love" on a plate
Revolving
Revolving

I like you cheap
Scalding
Frozen-in-the-middle
I like you sweet
Fast
With automatic sizzle

And
3
2
1
Done —

When it's cheap it's more

FunThrills by ~TheAntiAnti-Drug
The Slenderman
Don't go into the trees at night,
Do not look for the signs,
Don't think that you can win the fight,
Don't try to cross such lines.
You'll find a man with such a face
To freeze your heart with fear,
He'll hold you in his cold embrace
And strip you of all cheer.
His mask is featureless and blank,
His smile is inside,
Into his horror many sank,
And there they still reside.
His many limbs will crush your form,
You'll never get away,
Never again will you feel warm,
Once you become his prey.
He's just as tall as any tree,
He blends into the wood,
There is no way for you to flee,
But you will wish you could.
Don't be mistaken byThe Slenderman by ~MewTheNinjaKitty
Reaper's Contests
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Seven Deadly SinsOh, spy your little eye on the sinful, sinful me.
Here I sit and commit the crime of the shamed and shunned gluttony.
Fork and spoonful, one after the other, each one close behind.
I'll eat and eat and never stop, even through the consequences I find.
Though I feel like bringing it back up, I keep my obscurity.
As I continue to hold in my dark sin of the one and only gluttony.

Oh, catch your glance at this sinful, sinful musk.
As I lay and commit the crime of the shamed and shunned lust.
I give each woman and even a man a pleasureful night of dalliance.
Such a hard yet easy crime, much like rocket science.
My craving for this dark pleasure dSeven Deadly Sins by ~Namuamazing
The One And Only Instrument For The DeadThere he stood with his violin, his eyes a bright blue that darkened within.
He stood on the corner of Main Street, standing alone, tapping his feet.
He raised his bow as he tilted his head, resting his chin on the bed.
The soft cushion upon the oak, the wind softly blowing his cloak.
He ran the bow across the strings, for a split second, his ears would ring.
Suddenly, it brought to life, the music filling the dark of night.
Slowly, slowly, a crowd grew, and stayed without a whispering few.
They watched and listened as he swayed, gazing in awe as their minds gave way.
They imagined their own fantasy, a place to match the musical scene.
He scrThe One And Only Instrument For The Dead by ~Namuamazing
A Poem About MeMusic is my everything, and I'd rather be nocturnal and sleep by day. I play piano and usually sit at the computer, just wasting the time away.
I never stop drawing and my camera's my best friend. I'll be the one standing beside you when your world begins to end.
I'm addicted to my xbox and the internet doesn't help at all. I'll be standing in their eyes as I watch my enemies fall.
I don't forgive and I don't forget, I like the idea of revenge. I like to show them how much it hurts; whenever I really can.
I've been bullied for six years now, it's finally calmed down. I'm willing to help anyone, and wipe off every frown.
I used to be into selfA Poem About Me by ~Namuamazing
My Way To Unleashing My BeastIt's my way of screaming but staying silent,
My way of calmly telling everyone violence.
My way of dying while staying alive,
My way of suffering while I continue to thrive.
It's my way of crying while keeping a straight face,
My way of staying intanct and not all over the place.
My way of pleading without saying a word,
My way of getting it all out, in a way most people have heard.
This is my way of taming the beast,
The beast that is caged inside of me.
The only way it can escape, is through these 47 keys.My Way To Unleashing My Beast by ~Namuamazing
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Dark Poetry
shatteredthere's a crushing sadness
surrounding you, engulfing you,
penetrating you; not your own
but the world's.
it's scattered a million
glass shards of thoughts and emotions
into your heart, so strong
and destructible in their fragility;
and you no longer want
to feel any more so you give in
to that moment before the fall,
when you're caught between
missing life and knowing
it'll be better overshattered by ~evil-innocence-16
Death is the end of all.
She lusts.
Her lips whisper a numbing cessation to those who have fallen victim,
she desires the souls of all men,
her wants, her needs, her lack of self-control taunt her.

She is a creature of gluttony.
Her mind indulges her in everything till it is wasteful,
her selfishness allows her to thrive on the persecution of others,
she consumes their fears, their hate, with sweet pleasure.

She nourishes herself with greed.
She pursues those who are weak and feeble,
she manipulates one’s spirit with delicate touches of pretend reassurance,
her endearment is fake, a cruel façade.

She is guilty of sloth.
Her heart denies hope, faith, graDeath is the end of all. by ~xMumiaix
Remnants
Hold on to my sanity every single day
I’m not gonna fall.
Those hungry, greedy holes you left
They start calling.

Just like a cold-blooded murderer
You use every heart you can find
When will you ever be satisfied?

You destroy everything you build
and tear everyone you love
Just to die and start over again.
Replay, replay, replay...
Until you grow weaker, and weaker.

You never destroyed me.
I destroyed myself to forget you.
I die every day in an endless cycle,
The rotating remnants of revolting hearts.

Just like water, I choke and swallow.
I mirror your mind, your thoughts, and your desire
And just like Narcissus, you fall deeper andRemnants by =jadesweetbox
Popiel by ~EwaGladka
Dark Poetry
Romantic poetry
Sing To MeA veritable waste
In an unknown atmosphere …
A long and empty space
Between what is gone and what remains here.

A fear I never knew
Yet feel deep down, completely
Encapsulated, and brand new.
A delicate balance, imprisoned so freely.

And what is left to do
But to hear your voice again?
Ringing clear, sounding so true -
A lilting solo that just began.

A common courtesy,
A loving, charitable stance.
Sing to me so graciously
And give me just one more chance.

Endlessly, I feel you -
Please take me by the hand.
Grace me with that voice, do,
And leave me not to this land

Of violence and make-believe,
I dare not share this woe.
We shouldSing To Me by ~alTered-Affliction
Letter to the MoonInk swirls waltz beside angelic swans.
An empty season's breeze beckons it along.

The flatness of parchment,
on which I spilt my tea,
took flight as feathered down
off the coast - into the sea.

A flirtatious lick from burning salt
melts faulty calligraphy from my throat.

The forbearance of darkness,
a blanket-less night,
cuts down on my countenance
off the shore - into the sky.

A song of secrets from starry fae.
Heart's emissaries raise on silver tray.

The winter-grey of silk,
on callous tapestry,
mirrors your love for The Sun,
off your smile - onto me.Letter to the Moon by ~Felix-Anima
The BardOnly the luck of the bard was it
To reach the heart of a beauty with his lute.
In the castle court –
There where knights broke their lances
And where streams of red blood
Drenched the white sand.
Where swords clashed
He let swing the strings of his lute
In spring.

A lady
Far above all ranks –
Yawning and exalted –
Stopped feasting her eyes not only on
The fighting turmoil.
“Fetch him, that young bard!”,
Came from her lips.
The herald hastened and really soon
This news reached the bard.

The bard was no rude smith.
He sang a love song to the woman …

"My dearest guest! Secret friend!
Reveal us the high aThe Bard by *Malintra-Shadowmoon
089. the language of flowerswallflower-eyed lover
flutter your lashes,

and tell her
you feel her
like wildfire
089. the language of flowers by ~OmnomnomSquirl
Romantic poetry
love poetry
A Love Lies WaitingEtched upon white silky bark,
veined in dancing leaves,
in fallen snow a melted heart
still beats amidst the trees.

Buried deep in summers passed,
wrapped in aspen glow,
a love lies waiting, holding fast,
yet only the forest knows.A Love Lies Waiting by ~tickersymbol
falling in love on SkypeI first met you on Skype,
our conversation kept going from day to night.
Our hearts beat like a drum,
as we came together as one,
we confessed our love to each other,
as we fell in deep love for the first time.
Speechless from meeting each other,
we blushed as red as a cherries,
wishing that we were side by side.

But month later,
seeing each other one last tine,
you turned off your Skype,
and stepped out to the war.
my tears kept flowing a thousand time,
my heart shattered like broken glass,
as the rain poured, it cover my pain.

My once cherry cheeks are now stained with tears,
will they ever go away?
as everyday is a miserable day,
i alfalling in love on Skype by ~divineinyashakagome
Love (hide)I won't rush this
I won't look for it
Instead I'll wait for it
to find me
I'll wait for my reality
to be better than my dreams
if you haven't guessed it
I'm talking about L.O.V.E

I can't wait for the day
it finds me
but I have since it's
my reality
Waiting for love
is my new mentality
As I play the next round
of hide and seek
I'll hide and you count
now come find me

Go ahead laugh at me
call me a fool
say whatever you want to
You're just envious
that I'm true to myself
I'm a die hard romantic
dreaming romantic things
So what?!
That's what I am
So I don't hesitate to say
that I'm a real man

Love is worth waiting for
I'll wait until  it knoLove (hide) by ~LustfulDevil
Eros (Cupid)There was a girl I used to know
She always wore blue
and everything she said was the truth
She was outgoing and didnt like to lie
but when it come to the love of her life
she become shy
and couldn't reveal the truth
She prayed o Eros to help her
love come true

There was a guy I used to know
he was a gentleman thick and through
he always wore red
and he was in love with the girl in blue
He didn't know what to do
He would clam up around her
despite his trials at being smooth
one night he prayed to Eros
to ask him what to do

Eros could see these two
were true fools in love
their feelings were destined
to remain true
He set his sights on
theEros (Cupid) by ~LustfulDevil
love poetry
general poetry
general poetry
Heart break poetry
In Grandpa's Eyes
From the time that she could walk and talk
she could never quite get it right.
Her mommy would call her spiteful names
and then scream "Get out of my sight!"

Nothing she did was ever enough
no matter how hard she would try.
The pictures that she would draw for her
never got more than the usual sigh.

But when she would go to grandpa's house
greyish skies would turn sunny blue.
In grandpa's eyes she could do no wrong;
his love for her was kind and true.

Her grandma had been ill for some time
making it hard for grandpa to cope.
But when she came with those dark brown eyes
her visits would fill them with hope.

By the time that she was twelve In Grandpa's Eyes by ~tommyboywood
ABC'sABC's

A- A heart is very fragile.
B- Be careful who you let near it.
C- Caged is my heart under
D- Downpours of frozen rain.
E- Effort is all for not.
F- Forget about "true love".
G- Gambling with it is very risky.
H- Hoping for the best will get you nowhere.
I- Insufferable is all it is.
J- Jealousy clouds your vision.
K- Kindness even hurts.
L- Love scars you
M- More than anything.
N- No one is worth that pain.
O- Open your heart and
P- Pain will soon make you
Q- Question all of your choices.
R- Reality finally hits you.
S- Seeing your stupidity
T- Tears you apart.
U- Unraveling at the seams,
V- Violence seems to be the only answer.
W- WoeABC's by ~Invictus47
Angel and devilAngel and devil

Tears are deep-frozen grief
cold as ice they burn a trail
across my cheeks.
Equal to a prism
they refract your picture
into thousands of pieces.
Like acid the words ear themselves
into my heart, those you don't speak -
indelible footsteps of yourself.
You reach out your hand towards me
to force the thorn deeper into my confidence.
Sparks play in your eyes,
angel and devil at the same time.Angel and devil by *Ampata
QuitQuit

There's something I'm feeling.
I'm not quite sure what it is.
I hear time is supposed to be healing.
But all I can think about is...

What?
What is it that I think about?
How my heart bleeds like it's been cut?
Or how much I want to scream and shout?

Can you see this?
Can you see the pain in my eyes?
Can you feel the loss of bliss
As my soul slowly dies?

Do you hear my silent screams
As I try to continue this upward climb?
I've lost all hope on my dreams.
It's time to end this silly rhyme.

My heart has finally bled out.
I can no longer ignore
What I cannot live without.
My feelings have been thrown to the floor,

And there is nothingQuit by ~Invictus47
Heart break poetry
Human nature
I Am FlawedFrom body to soul and in between,
They blotch the parchment that is me;
I know of worse flaws I have seen,
But surely
I am flawed.

I sometimes lose my temper,
Use my mouth before my mind;
I ponder things I could do better,
And regret them for a time.

I can be harsh, I can be blunt,
I tend to hide my thoughts;
But this is far from what I want:
To be in someone's heart.

Comparisons are hard to make
Since we are all unique.
But half the time my words are fake;
The real me is a freak.

Regardless,
These flaws define me, describe me—
They make me what I am.
In that light, I'm proud to say that
I
am
flawed.I Am Flawed by ~ScarletDevil1503
Identity CrisisMy writings are scattered all over the place,
They cannot regain their former grace.
What happened to me? Did I lose my belief?
I am I already an autumn leaf?
Where is my muse? I need to find her!
Without this girl I cannot be a poet or a writer.
Who will I become then? I do not know!
Maybe the death wind away will me blow!
 
Once more I experience the identity crisis,
No one knows when it disappears or rises,
I try to find a new path by following the old,
Am I in search of love and in search of gold.
 
What is my aim now, since she is no more?
Thoughts made my mind a field of war:
Like foreign bombs questions fall
And answers break my mind's wall!
 Identity Crisis by ~Zakemur
Chains Of RealityDon’t you wish to just rewind the past
And live a life from the start at last?
Wishes like that never come true
And there is nothing you can do.
 
You do not understand how the World looks.
You try to comprehend it through books,
Though reality sometimes is not what you desire
And you become the greatest liar!
 
You break chains with your pen,
And get out of the darkest den,
You discover a brand new place,
Where happiness and peace will us embrace.
 
Alas, it is all a dream, you are still trapped,
In cold metal you are wrapped.
You cannot face it, it is too sad,
And if you do, it will drive you mad.Chains Of Reality by ~Zakemur
A LieI never lie
I never cry
When someone leaves
I can say goodbye

Everyone knows
That I can let go
I don’t cling
Or let my feeling show

My heart won’t race
I am tight laced
So cool and calm
See my straight face?

My emotions I hide
All my tears have dried
And if you can’t tell
The truth is I liedA Lie by *tanafeyroyale
Human nature
Idk what kind of poetry this is
Let It FadeLet the rain fall
And fall into it;
Let the rain take you away.

Away from this world;
This plain of dispair.
Let yourself fade to gray.

Disappear into the tears
Of the sky's heavenly bodies;
And let your soul fade away.

Show no fear
In your tear
And let your body rest.

Fade away,
Night and day,
'Till nothing is left.

Let the rain fall
And consume you;
Let it shield you from man.

Away from their eyes;
The glare of their stare.
Keep yourself hidden from view.

Let it fade;
Their hate,
Their scorn.

Let it fade to gray.
Night and day;
Let it fade...
Let it fade...
Let it fade.

'Till no sign,
Rain or shine,
Remains to haunt you.Let It Fade by ~WildFangWolf
Everything's Okay, LoveWith reddened eyes and drying cheeks,
I pray for sleep to find me as I will my body to stop
its trembling.

Breathing is easier now;
the oxygen moves more freely into my lungs,
though I still find myself holding the inhales in too long,
as if the exhale is the climax to a song.
Wait as the melodies increase in volume
and the pianos turn to fortes.

Exhaustion takes over me,
and sleep as never sounded so inviting.
Even though the tremors lingering in my fingers,
though my heart is still slowing,
and though I worry for you,

everything I do is worth knowing you’re still alive.Everything's Okay, Love by ~DreamAmongStars
You do, don't youBass vibrations flood through your sneakers and punch a deep hole in your chest. You feel him fall into you. The stale smell of alcohol flows through his lips and tumbles up your nostrils. "Do you love me?" The faint whisper barely makes its way to your eardrum.

You do.

The vibrations are soon replaced with his heavy breaths and nearly crushing weight. Once again he is falling into you, and you let him, because you love him.

You do.You do, don't you by ~Unicorn-Brainchild
CareersI used to dream of being a doctor
Until my dad crushed my dreams by saying it's impossible
for someone as dumb as me
I would probably end up killing someone instead of saving them
He told me to be a fashion designer

I used to dream of being an artist
Until my mom told me they don't earn anything until they die
I would end up begging for money for most of my life
instead of painting on a canvas
She told me to be a doctor

I used to dream of being a novelist
Until my grandma told me my story telling skills suck
I would be writing books that would waste away in a tiny corner
and no one would read them
She told me to be an artist

I used to dreaCareers by ~teresactse
Idk what kind of poetry this is
The Critic Corner
Perfect?Forgotten, rotten and misunderstood,
always tried the best you could,
but the best just wasn't good enough.

How could you possibly live,
when all they didn't give
was all you ever needed?

But who cares for what others think?
You put your own life on the brink
by hating everything you did.

So close your eyes from their flaws
and deny all those broken laws,
so they can be perfect still.Perfect? by ~AlilliceMFC
I Am No Writer.So this guy had a problem.
More specifically,
he had a problem with me
and was asking questions about my mentality,
trying to make me realize
that it's no use being a writer
because they can never make green
and while their minds are unchained,
they will never be free,
stuck in an apartment in front of a computer screen
destined to fail and never make it to the big leagues
because there's a million writers
and only one of me
and that I'll never be able make a difference.

Well, I told him this.

I am no writer.
I am a construction worker building on a foundation of sand,
building with ideas and thoughts,
ink and sleepless nights,
and I'll keI Am No Writer. by ~Rand0mSmil3z
Why?You wake up with blood on your side; a cross is in your hand, and a gun on your shoulder. You are in a forest where the smell of gunpowder is fresh in the air.
You wake up to your mother yelling at you to do something with your life. You know what she wants. It doesn’t matter that it’s your birthday, it matters that you are old enough to enlist.
You get up, everything is a blur. You’re dizzy, so you stumble, and your wound opens. You head to the clearing nearby.
You take the bus to the enlistment center. It was this or to listen to your mother’s complaints even more, talking about how you are such a shame for the Why? by ~LittleFireStar
MemoriesThe things are screaming
Don't let them in
They won't stop
Until you've given them what they need

Everything lost
Everything forgotten
It will return
Bit for bit
They retrieve a lot

Small pictures in the head
Flash for some seconds
Thoughts bustling about
Known feeling of wariness

And one goes
Just on
As if nothing happens
As if nothing was seen

And then they return
And again
Won't go back
Continuing their torture
One wants to repress them
But they get closer and closer

One moment of calm silence
One tries to right oneself
Blending it out
And without noticing
They are one step further than before
Until one looses oneself in themMemories by ~TasteOfTheBlackRose
The Critic Corner
song and lyrics
Happily Ever AfterI sit with all the pieces of my shattered crystal clear reflection,
Telling stories of a fabled life that verges on perfection,
I slew the dragon, saved my prince, and with him all the glory,
Spinning tales about a fabled life, a long forgotten story.Happily Ever After by ~MelodyofSickness
LunaYou are a drop of sunshine on a leaf of peppermint tea topped with whipped cream that smells like the rain on a Tuesday afternoon where you walk in the garden and let your hair down and feel like a clown in their best suit on Sunday, but the best part is it's spring and the flowers are lifting their dry hands to warm in the fire of your hearth trapped in the Earth that keeps spinning around in a dance of angels who carry your dreaming form to a bed of clouds and you sleep safe and sound in the arms of the ones who love you.Luna by ~AloiseBrennan
VanishedOn the pages right before me
Written all the things I can foresee
No surprises, I am shown the way
Instructions delivered everyday

Passed into an alternate reality
Fallen from grace, and so selfishly
No worth in this world that I create
I would call your name but I'm too late

And within a moment I am dying
What I wish to be on the floor lying
Disintegrating as you are smiling
Never looking back as I resign I'm

Vanished

Every thought I have becomes a new one
Another world quickly discarded
Pages to the wind, the fire rages on
This is how my love was rewarded

Nightmares of a murderer plague us both
Will she return and would I ever know
WhaVanished by ~MobiusWanderers
Memories In A Muddy RiverWhy is my mind's eye so blind
I can't remember the time
So important to me
That you see

All my dark thoughts left behind
Memories I can no longer find
What happened to my beliefs
Where can they all be

I searched and I found nothing
I reached through the darkest night
I swallowed my pride and something
That could have been your lies

I can't see my memories
They are evading me
In the cold I shudder and shiver

Now I need a melody
Carried down on the breeze
Memories in a muddy river
I can't see

Down under the moonlight
As I watch your words in white
The night grabs at my hair
Whisper to me from nowhere

Little child give up your dreams
ThereMemories In A Muddy River by ~MobiusWanderers
song and lyrics
Haiku
Haiku
the Universe
Armageddon (The True Story)
Many believe that we are living in what the Bible calls "the last days."  But they are not really sure what that means. Last days of what?  End of what?  Will planet earth and all life on it be destroyed in some global conflagration?  Will there be survivors?  

Well, get out that Bible and get ready to be pleasantly surprised at what the book of Revelation really has to say about that classic of all battles - Armageddon!*

* see my June 17th journal entryArmageddon (The True Story) by ~tommyboywood
FossilizedLiving proof of fossils alive,
and no horseshoe-crab am I.

Nor, inhabitable harsh compression of plates,
residing under humid marsh-scapes.

I mold into the walls, as chalky old coal.
But I am no mineral, no era.
I am not, Mesozoic.

Through the ages
Iron
Bronze
silver, gold and heroic.

I remain a still-life; and no Iduna's apples would retain my youth
No magic fountains, or time devices, or wrist watches.
I am the machine of time.
The watcher, omnipotent, the wise.

But

no God am I

Somewhere, sweet tangy sap trolleys down cracked bark.
Somewhere, celestial bodies erupt unseen.
Somewhere, a abrupt breeze blows overturned bi-cycle tireFossilized by *Ellen-Souler
A piece of mind.Doubt is the root of your weakness.
Question everything but yourself.
Deny none of your talent.
Be true always.

© Rocio Belinda MendezA piece of mind. by *yours----truly
Daffy Am I?And so….
The stars spin
Topple and
Flip me
Where to begin
How shall I END?
In majestic lava flows
Of suns and fires
Hopeless to put out
To reach for a friend?
Consider the darker desires
To sit alone
And fly
To a land where
The words of your lover
Can not sting
Where DEATH is
NOT
The BEST dream
O’er the fountains of trouble
To the beginning again
Fast on the track to success
Yes
Escape the shackles of stress
A land ideal
Truly the best
But only found
Honestly
By relying on a friend again
Find the right one and you might just
Go
To a land unknown
Where legends flee
And where freedom roams
Where to begin?
I’ll start with the end.
The stars tend to spin
And float with the wind
Why,
Should it topple and flip me
Far
Yes, away
From all of my <Daffy Am I? by ~DeathIsOverRated
the Universe
Prose
Chapter 4 Everyone loves a parade
                                                                   

Dungia was a dark, smelly place!  It was first conceived by King Chaz I as a place to send enemy hawks that had been captured during the war.  When the war ended it was his intent to demolish Dungia and to build a monument there, celebrating the truce that he had entered into with King Hawk.  But he died soon after signing the peace treaty and Dungia never was transformed.  For years it sat idle and became an eyesore (and an embarrassment), first for Winky’s grandfather, King Chaz II, and then later for his father King Ferd.  Winky was determined that Dungia would evenChapter 4 Everyone loves a parade by ~tommyboywood
Not One ChanceSo what changed your mind?
Was it the words left unspoken?
Or was it just me...

Is it always me?

You're also one in the relationship
A relationship doesn't exist without the other party
It takes two to tango hon!
I'm not the only one alone now

It's your loss
Plus my own
And who is at fault?
Probably we're equally to blame

But I wasn't the one who deleted our friendship...

And you never gave me one chance.  Not One Chance by ~XxPinkSparklesxX
Never Alone“How do you comfort a grieving god?”

The question has haunted me for well over a year, and I am precious little closer to unlocking the answer than I was at that time.  The devotional project has helped me come to terms with certain aspects of it, but it has not made the lessoning any easier.  If anything, it has brought my inner conflicts into harrowing focus.

My first response is always an upwelling of compassion, an urge to love the grieving ones through the experience of their pain.  Memories of my counseling professor whisper comforting words like “empathy” and “active listening,” things that work peNever Alone by ~UinenFirestar
ShamelessI remember my first blót well.  It was Midsummer of last year, a simple ritual followed by three rounds of toasts, boasts and oaths.  I was still new to the Heathen Hall, not yet an oathbound member and not a familiar face to several who could only make it out to the larger gatherings.  We stood in what seemed like a huge circle, toasting the gods of the Northern Tradition, passing a horn brimming with homemade mead.  I watched and listened, trying to piece together the group’s expectations, chancing a glance at the children playing in the other side of the yard, watching Loki watching them.  Of course he was there… but, IShameless by ~UinenFirestar
Prose
Nature
*Bird Talk*True, do not speak bird
But hear their talk every day
Screaming on the wing
Intimate tweets in the trees
Bird business is delightful

2013 Delice1941
14th June2013*Bird Talk* by *Delice1941
The Lark's TearsThe tears of the lark –
Frozen to ice in winter,
Thaw to a song of joy in spring.The Lark's Tears by *Malintra-Shadowmoon
What Nobody KnowsWhen the rain drips down from the crying clouds
A frog jumps up to catch a drop
And soaks it up with his oily pores.
The forest is drenched now, covered with water
And all the plants and trees and flowers
Take in the life from the droplets of rain.
 
But then the frog dropped dead.
 
The other animals of the forest stagger
Then fall to the dirt,
Gone before they hit the ground.
The dainty flowers lose their fair petals
And the trees are stripped of their bark and leaves.
Death has visited the entire forest.
 
There was, however, one ungrateful survivor
Who took refuge in its unnatural home.
He was called the human,
And all he does is push aside his fallen brethren
To create more lethal rain.What Nobody Knows by ~Shootingstar37654
SunsetAblaze with color, the night sky roars,
Magnificent, words cannot construe,
How the flame engulfs my paramour,
And so consumes me, through and through.

Ablaze with color, the night sky sings,
As light as a lark and just as strong,
Taken in and left to soar in its wings,
I laugh and start to sing along.

Ablaze with color, the night sky mellows,
Magnificent words can’t consume,
Fiery reds and oranges, and sunny yellow,
All drown themselves in cooling blue.Sunset by ~MelodyofSickness
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~Velikorossiya May 22, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hey guys, my group #FreePoetSociety is having a competition and we'd very much appreciate the shout out.
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~Koratoshisfriend May 24, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Here you go
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~hypermagical May 12, 2013
I was wondering if a mention of this journal [link] could be made in your next prompt journal? We're holding a poetry contest and are in a bit of a bind as far as votes are concerned. If not, that's okay. Thank you for your time. ^_^
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~Koratoshisfriend May 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I will do this on the journal tomorrow ^^
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~hypermagical May 16, 2013
Thank you so much! :XD: You're really helping us out!
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~allybacon Dec 28, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
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Thank you for featuring me in your gallery!
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~K8tly1n Dec 20, 2012
Can you help me delete this story. On mistake I clicked it and sent it in. It ain't a poem. Can you help me take it out?
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~Koratoshisfriend Dec 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Can you please tell me which one you mean and in what folder it is?
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