MagicalJoey's Anthology ContestWhy hello there you lovely person. Yes, you! No, not the madly waving person behind you...just you. You have arrived at a very nice place. While we have no unicorns, candy or coffee, we do have a contest! That's right, you've arrived at:
(Idea stolen, kinda, from here: Aero's Anthology Contest! (Deadline April 30!) )
While the idea isn't an original one, I decided that I wanted to host a poetry contest that promotes the writing of poetry. And what better way to do so than by holding an Anthology Contest - I am an aspiring poet who aims to publish an anthology one day, and I am sure that there are many more like me - where you have to write poetry that is specific, packs an impact and is anthology 'worthy'. Thankfully I am not like Mary Poppins in the gif below - for then you wouldn't know what to do would y
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UnforgivingDarkness everywhereUnforgiving by FavouriteNightmarex
Words we never wanted to say
And glimmering tears
There's a fire
Raging restless and unforgiving
Through a place
I once felt was safe
Ever swimming in a pool of guilt
These are the moments
I wish I was never born
Absence Often you don't even notice something until it is absent. Until theres an empty space,Absence by Strangely-Torn
A vacancy within you.
And suddenly you know it's gone.
Its like you don't feel it when someone tells you that they love you but the moment that they tell you that they don't every ounce of breath rushes from your body. You can feel in that leave of breath, every ounce of love that they gave you leaves too, until you are left feeling drained.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder. It makes the heart ache and ache and ache. Honestly you don't know how much you loved the person until you know how much it hurts your heart to have them gone.
Oh darling it hurts.
The emptiness is when you know it's gone.
The ache is when you know you're not getting whatever....whomev
Godsthey breathe fireGods by DylanSeto
into the seas of their hearts,
no longer afraid
to become as Gods.
The worst part when you left meThe worst part when you left meThe worst part when you left me by bluephoenix20
Were not the questions you’ve asked
Nor the answers I’ve given
It was not the time when you told me
That it was over between us
Or even when you said that old cliche
“we can still be friends”
The worst part when you left me
Was not how bipolar your timing
When we were so happy in the morning
And devastating at night time
Which was our usual pattern
Every week since the start
The worst part when you left me
Were the reasons you gave
For breaking my heart and my trust
When you said that you never wanted it
The way that it had happened
That you never planned it to be this way
But it did
The worst part when you left me
Was suddenly realizing that everything was a lie
And that I broke down my walls
Just so my heart can be covered with thorns
All those times I put myself aside for you
Meant nothing at all
That my sacrifices were not worth anything
The worst part when you left me
Was recalling all those times I’ve tried so hard
Still Wind in Echo.The Well. Such a husk.Still Wind in Echo. by SpiritDuchess
Dust of wind. I fear the inhale as ex-.
A blink past in gales.
Severing what may have been a dream.
Walked path, worn, near tumble, every
day. every night with ever smaller bucket.
Now, in hand a cup, a thimble, truth,
To same well.
To same well.
To the wisp. Blind cusp of wind.
Now stale? The tempest
Now sand covered. Dust.
I dip my cup.
Hoping life might spring suddenly.
and in the canals, of only my ears,
wind swirls resounds. For my breath is held true
to not disturb the sands
Chaos and HypocrisyChaos and Hypocrisy by ArikaRinkishika
Chaos and hypocrisy
I will no more stand by countries which do not make apologies for their faults and continue to make a bloody mess in this world! I do not want to hear anymore about democracy while dictatorship is appropriate while the same are being punished!
Mali, Tunisia, Egypt, which are Muslim countries, were struck by the same terror which struck France, but we continue to strike the mosques of France, we search like crazy while the indoctrination is made on the Web and while in spite of what is said in the news, the recruited of the terror are atheists, Jews, Catholics or ignorants of a single verse of the Koran...
We always offend the same, we see an enormous navy blue supremacist wave assisted of the right which erased its border with its extremes, but the left persists on its intervention, which, in the end, kills civilians already struck by the most indescribable horrors!
The world loves injustice, loves sermonizers of morality hidden behind their scre
Silence I’m lying bed, trying to sleep. I would normally be knocked out by now but it’s hot; my t-shirt sticks to my chest from the constant sweating. It doesn’t help that I’m shielding myself from the world by covering myself in a wool blanket as a way to block out meaningless noise constantly seeping into my room from our partying neighbors. It's routine for them to have guests over, I couldn't tell you if it's the same people routinely coming over but they're just as obnoxious nevertheless. It's a bit past midnight and I need to be up early to attend class.Silence by DylanSeto
Alas, as I'm on the verge of dozing off, I'm interrupted by a women's scream, "I don't want to hear any talk about death or suicide in this house; you got that? It’s not a nice topic."
It's my mom; with no context, I'm left to deduce everything on my own. I'm to only piece together that she was talking to my sister, who I'd imagine was in bed as w
Selfie EXT. STREET - DAYSelfie by DylanSeto
JOHN is walking down the street while listening to music.
He looks up to see two MEN having a fight.
He takes out his phone and starts filming the scene.
Fuck you, man. That's why your mom is
is in a fuckin' wheelchair.
Man #1 punches Man #2 in the f
The Painter *trigger warning*You use your arm as a canvasThe Painter *trigger warning* by missEyez
and your brush is your razor.
You like to paint on yourself
and write pretty words on your flesh.
You think it's art and you think it's lovely,
but darling let me tell you, this isn't art.
It's a lie that moves swiftly on your skin,
It's a whisper of hate from your demons,
It's the anger you feel
and the hate that consumes you,
but most importantly it's a lie.
The razor is not a brush, but a demon.
Your skin is not a canvas
because you're already a work of art.
The blood from your wounds is not paint,
but it's a symbol that you are alive.
You don't need to paint on yourself
To prove that you're breathing.
You are living.
You have a divine soul and you are loved.
Instead of painting on yourself,
paint the world.
The world is your canvas
and you are the brush.
Use your imagination as your paint.
This is your life.
This is your world.
You are beautiful and you are loved.
So the next time you
decide you want to paint on your arms,
paint life instead...
MetamorphosisI have been blinded to the futureMetamorphosis by copper9lives
Yoked, as I am, to the past.
The boxes of mementos mori
Weigh me down with the taste of dust
The stale scent of incompletion.
The smiles I wore in those years
Were left breathless and blue
Stillborn epitaphs inked upon
The backs of photographs
And keepsakes no longer meaningful
To the guttering ghost I have become,
Haunting my own shuttered life
Hunting for refuge in dark corners
Today, November’s candles
Smoke in the waning sun
But I shall feed tomorrow’s Midwinter bonfire
With yesterday’s pain and paper
Today's fallen leaves
Glowing butterflies against the cold and darkness
To light my way onward.
InheritanceI caught a glimpse of you todayInheritance by copper9lives
The paper-dry lines of weary illness
That etch my eyes with gravity
Accuse me with your solitary mien
Your sense of righteous indignation
That finds justification
For every harm
I looked away
Took refuge in your artistic gifts
You should have been protected, not vice versa. To those who grew up with one parent using them as a shield from the other, I can relate. It's too much for a child to have to grow up 'protecting' a parent from the other. It's not right and it's not fair. Just know you don't have to d0 that anymore, in any relationship. You shouldn't have to carry that burden. Whether you were told it was your fault, whether abuse was redirected towards you, or whether you were manipulated into the role of protector, you don't need to do that anymore. It wasn't your fault and you shouldn't have had to do it. That kind of behavior by a parent to use you as such shows more about them than it does you. You are free from that and I hope you continue to be free.You should have been protected, not vice versa. by ArjaySKing
"I watched you die
I heard you cry every night in your sleep
I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry in the middle of the night
For the same damn thing."
Past Child Abuse Isn't All You Are You aren't what happened to you. In order to be a survivor, you must realize that. There are things that have happened that did not involve child abuse. Good things have happened to you, with you, and because of you. You are not broken or damaged or even irreparable. You may feel you should stay sheltered and not take chances, but that keeps you in the mindset of a victim. You don't have to be afraid to step out into the world or ashamed of what happened to you. It wasn't your fault and you can draw strength from that alone.Past Child Abuse Isn't All You Are by ArjaySKing
This is the first of four posts I'll make in April for Child Abuse Prevention Month. They will feature art related to child abuse and neglect, depression and anxiety, but also hope and joy, as well. We are so much more than what we are told and how we are treated. It can be a long road to realizing that, but it's the truth. I hope anyone who reads these can draw strength and inspiration from that.
"Because of you
I never stray too far
Find yourself and be yourself. Only you can break the cycle of abuse and only you break free of the memories that cycle around in your mind. Find strength in the fact that you survived the abuse and are here today to speak your truth. Do not allow yourself to succumb to the words people have said to you, the actions done against you, and the names you have been called. Yes, you will experience depression, anxiety, trauma, and PTSD. But believe you are stronger than these and that you will recover. You are not like those who harmed you and you don't have to be nor do you deserve to think that you are. You are a unique individual and that's okay. You are enough to take care of yourself and that's okay. You are okay and you're going to be okay.Find yourself and be yourself. by ArjaySKing
"I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did,
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
To never let it get that far"
Feel your emotions and own them. Having to live through any abuse as a child is overwhelming. Having stifle your feelings because you can't show weakness or get help is heartbreaking. We rely on our emotions in order to be our true selves and to see how we stand up in the world. Certain thoughts may be considered wrong but emotions are always right. Emotions are like the forces of nature, they are neither good nor bad, they just are. As an abused child, your emotional growth or emotional perception, may be hindered, stifled. As you grow older, you may find yourself feeling old emotions from your childhood. That cramped feeling in the back of your throat? That's your inner child saying "Remember me? I need a hug." Whether you remember your abuse or repressed your memories, acknowledging your inner child is a way of accepting what happened wasn't your fault. You can heal, you can feel. There's nothing wrong with that. Now, give yourself a hug.Feel your emotions and own them. by ArjaySKing
"I lose my way
And it's not too long before you point
Draw/Write Contest updated(115 points+more prizes)*** I have updated the prizes and offered another OC for the list.Draw/Write Contest updated(115 points+more prizes) by LuckyClover38
In the spirit of trying to get a new story under way (and I feel a bit bad requesting so many people to help me out with getting them under way) I am going to host a little draw my O.C contest.
Please comment or note me to let me know you wish to enter
You may enter as many times as you wish.
Prizes will be announced September 5th, entries close September 4th
OC's are humans
May be traditional or digital
No references, only a detailed description will be offered.
No poetry, story writing only please.
I will offer background for the characters, but there will be no prompt.
I will now place the OC info here as I have gotten enough interest in them:
Female-18 years old
Light reddish-brown hair just a bit past her shoulders and hazel eyes. Fairly pale and short. She is intelligent and reserved, but very sweet and dorky once you get to know her.
Dark, shaggy hair and
The Cruel EnforcerThe Cruel Enforcer by GrubbsWriting
Time is a cruel god to the reluctant masochist.
That god is one that would make the ancients blush,
with poetic justice and patient attention to detail.
Sadistic grace is what others would see, if not so
reluctant in the processes of alteration,
keeping the soul just shy of a death long wished for.
Come Hell or the highest Heaven, time is an agent
for all of progress in fate, and the enemy of hindrance
that shakes out the sweat of withdrawal.
Withdrawal from the chosen Hells that human hands have
made with the devil in ear, birthing a parasite upon
the glowing array of blessing and potential.
Though Hell comes for all, and all inadvertently take its hand,
only the blindfolded would never see the shackles
but only feel them at the source of origin.
Withdraw from Hades and walk unto Heaven,
I say to the strong and weary both, as in that place
of truest poetry, never will there be shackles.
Appreciation ProclamationHistory must always be preserved, no matter how hideous or beautiful. The problem with the world today is that history has been written and edited by the victors of our history. It is in absolutely no way shape or form acceptable to destroy any part of history, especially art. Without art, we would not have the wisdom behind the very foundation of what makes us human.Yet because this rule has not been followed to the letter in our past, our past is hereby convoluted beyond repair. Buckle up...Appreciation Proclamation by GrubbsWriting
Take for example all of the different translations of the Christian Bible (NIV, ESV, and so on.) Then you have the other forms of translation for each different language that it's been printed in. Then you have human history again, more often than not mucking up the process of Godliness that we are called upon for (The Church of Rome and England, the denominations, people such as the first American settlers etc) Then you have the many cultures that our faith has been spread and mixed in with
Decay Along the Beaten PathDecay Along the Beaten Path by GrubbsWriting
The time carries on, by and by
languid, lethargic, and seemingly lacking...
No rest for the working man,
has made my limbs weak and brittle.
No push lies against my back,
no pull of my feet along the given path.
Mr. Sandman, repay me my memory in full.
This lack of alleviation makes me to be some sort of fool.
A heart so torn as to my mind, many lacerations...
Though the scars are back home,
where left I, my soul.
Hindered, the mindless drone before you,
as I understand not even my own actions.
Be this change or some phase,
I wish it to end,
as I grow weary of this
over sized bump in the road.
Forever may it be my faith
allows me some peace...
For as of right now...
It is the "what if?" that keeps me moving...
As Jesus Did For Lazarus, So I Do For YouAs Jesus Did For Lazarus, So I Do For YouAs Jesus Did For Lazarus, So I Do For You by MagicalJoey
As Jesus wept for Lazarus
So I weep for you;
Reminding me that there was nothing I could have done
To save you from the fate planned for you.
Who do I blame now that you’ve passed?
Do I blame God in my mourning,
My overwhelming fear and sorrow,
Despair and loneliness?
Who do I blame in my time of grief,
When all about me is bleak and decoloured;
Void of vitality and lacking life?
As Jesus mourned for Lazarus
So I mourn for you,
Each day reminding me that you’ve passed
From this world into the next.
Each second searing into my brain and body
The fact that. You. Are. Gone.
That you are with God, not me;
Something which I curse, daily,
As I see you in my surroundings.
As Jesus raised Lazarus
So I wish I could raise you.
Know you in life, in love, in peace,
Instead of in death and blood and pain.
As Jesus wept and mourned,
So too my grief for you
Is like a turbulent tide,
Rising and engulfing me deeper
The WayThe WayThe Way by MagicalJoey
I know the pain you go through,
The internal scars you bear,
And I know how much it hurts inside
When you realise they’re not there.
I know the loss you’re mourning,
The emptiness inside,
And I know that sorrow’s lurking –
That despair’s come to abide.
Depression’s fingers tighten
And leave their scorching mark,
Upon the fragments of what once was
A whole and beating heart.
Sorrow sings its siren song
And pain crawls up your spine –
I know these things because, you know,
This pain it once was mine.
So listen with your heartstrings,
Listen with your soul,
Pray a little, pray some more,
It’s helping make you whole.
Don’t be like me and take the blame
So fully on yourself –
Believe me when I tell you that
That’s harmful to your health.
I guess the thing I’m trying to say
Is that you’re not alone;
Your family, friends and partner
Are the one’s who’ll be your home.
Dropping the BabyDropping the BabyDropping the Baby by MagicalJoey
It was just a drop,
But that was all it took to bring reality crashing around her.
She had gone too far too fast,
Flown and fallen before she could crawl,
And now she was paying the price of a thousand.
It was just a drop,
But it was her blood spilling from her
Where it shouldn’t have been;
The life-giving was now the life-taking
And she couldn’t hold on any longer.
She wailed and wallowed in fear and sorrow;
Languishing and lavishing in the longing for life
That one tiny drop of blood could bring.
It was only a drop,
Just a drop,
But it meant that her baby was gone,
And with it heart and her ability to be human.
She was not going to be a mother after all,
As another drop and yet another fell.
They were bigger now, the drops,
And as they fell to the floor, her heart fell with them
To crash with the finality of a broken egg;
Her baby was gone.
The cramps came then, after the drops,
But by then it was too late to do anyth
FadingIt hurts to moveFading by DarlingAngel0565
It hurts to breathe
Looking at a cracked reflection
That is now me
Lost and drifting
A soul fades away
Like the morning mist
On the dock of a bay
Maybe it will be better
Once it is complete
No more pain
No more tears
No more me....
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* Any art mediums will be accepted, as long as they are suitable. They can be literature, drawing -whichever helps you express yourself the best and convey the feelings and emotions that you have inside. Whether it is rage, sadness, anger, depression etc... Let it out through your art.
*Lets be supportive of one another. I know with some people it will take time, and that is fine. Just know that here you will have people who care.
* Most of all I want you all to enjoy yourselves here, and feel safe in knowing that you can be you. That there is always someone to listen and talk to when you are ready. And to express yourself. Show me what is inside of you, set those inner emotions free with your words and art.