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Bad Decisions
What you see as bad decisions,
Are the hints of a position,
Just a life condition,
A collision,
A decision from ambition to transition,
Making lessons, ammunition.
What you see as bad decisions,
It's just me, and my rendition.
Making simple supple swipes,
To solve life's long division.
Bad decisions are a mission,
Merging thoughts by nuclear fission,
Forging lessons from life's rubble,
Giving birth to my own vision.
It's grabbing a sharp blade,
Hovering over a candle,
As I blindly drag the handle,
Before making an incision.
But that's how we all learn,
Because life lacks supervision.
When the wound begins to burn,
It's time to turn,
And think of a revision.
Forget the prohibitions,
Bad decision? Superstition.
Just be willing to retain,
That lessons learned by pain,
Are the greatest acquisition.
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Literature
on waking alone in the night
it is four in the morning.
with my eyes closed i could be a child
tonguing the space left
by a missing tooth, probing,
picking at
some loss - the slow, nagging drip
of that open wound.
atrophy.
in this dark i can't see
my palm as it rises there
like a specter, the unfurling
of the hand like lips, the spaces
between fingers as they search again
and again
for some missing thing. these are
the real wounds.
i am not a child
anymore: there are worse things
to have lost
than teeth.
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Literature
My Confusing Mind
Can you help with my confusing head?
Or would you be as lost like me?
As I try to answer so many questions,
But always failing in this strange type of end.
Where I’m lost and afraid to leave this very place,
As I’m to scared of getting out of here.
Since outside these walls is the world of work.
From day to night, with so little rest.
To be alone,
And to do things on my own.
Since this world is filled with labor,
With a pay within these wagers,
Will always be the one in filth and greed,
As they’ll make me pay for almost everything.
I’m frightened to be in such a world,
As I only feel that I will only fail.
To go with the flow of this society,
 Since I can only go to my own path,
That I have made long ago.
And as that life is getting closer,
I still don’t know on what I’m taking.
As I don’t think I’ll ever print,
Another product again,
Since I know I’ll only screw up.
Cause, isn’t that what I always do?
I try to win,
But a
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Literature
Strolling Down Memory Lane
Let us trudge through the sludge
Taking  trip down memory lane.
Take a glimpse into the past
To help ease the pain.
The past can freeze bones
So you no longer feel the burn;
Or embrace the flame,
Growing accustomed to the heat.
Whether freezing over,
Or burning alive,
You learn to cope
With forgetten burdens;
Still weighing you down.
Instead of treading through ditches
Of sorrow or pain.
Soon it shall be nothing more
Than a stroll down memory lane.
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Literature
Fear No More
We play hide and seek
With out inner demons.
Sometimes we try to hide,
Escaping the terrors;
And other times we search
Trying to find them.
Facing your demons
Can make you stronger.
It's not just a game,
It is your life,
And you should live it
Without the fear of those devils.
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Falling
I try not to let others fall
For I've been let go before.
I know how it feels
To hit the floor below.
It isn't what you want,
But it lets you learn.
The experience you get
Helps to stop others
From having the same fate.
Though I can't save all,
And some fall from their own demise.
They can't see the truth,
But is it better to die?
Some slip my grasp,
Some have more devilish ways.
They try to pull me with them,
And I simply let go.
Now I'm back at that drop,
I sit on the edge;
I can feel the voices in my head
Pushing me over the edge.
Finally snapping my mind
Taking a leap of face;
Maybe the clouds are softer
Than the ground.
That's what I've thought
Sitting in this place;
But I don't want to go.
No, I won't leave yet
Not as long as there are those I can save.
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Swampwater
Hanging under the willow tree
Rotted corpses lie.
The bodies of past sinners
Destined here to die.
Guided by an angel
With broken wings of black.
Takes them to a willow tree
Where there is no turning back.
Talon-like hands
No feet to be seen.
He glides above,
And through hollow eyes sees.
Black feathered vultures caw
Warnings of their coming end.
Broken souls further mauled
Until taken by death.
Swaying is the willow tree
Where you stand in trance.
Mesmerized by the branche's sway
Trapped here your final day.
Crimson red flows
Onto colorless, dry grass.
As your body sinks
Taken by the swamp water.
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Midnight
Tick tock goes the clock
My time is slowly slipping;
And when it strikes midnight
I must be going.
For this world's not mine,
And I have places to be,
I have many sins
That need repaying.
My life started in dirt and sand,
And I built a castle
To hold me in;
But temptation lead
To find a new beginning,
So my journey starts and ends
At the same place.
Tick tock goes the clock
My time is slowly slipping;
And when it strikes midnight
I must be going.
For this world's not mine,
And I have places to be,
I have many sins
That need repaying.
Now I found a place to call my own
And my kingdom spread
As I began to roam.
This world never held me back
My chains were going;
I led attacks
That destroyed others homes.
I was the ruler of all
Now the king of nothing.
I have no friends to call my own
As I sit on my bed alone.
The castle walls
Haw turned to dust and sand,
And my scepter falls
From my stone cold hand.
Tick tock goes the clock
My time is slowly slipping;
And when it strikes midnight
I must
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Literature
Both Sides of Her Heart
I didn't ask for this to be thrown at me
I didn't ask for this role.
I was chosen to lead a pack,
But I can't lead myself.
I didn't ask to fall in love with two
And be torn apart by both.
I could never kill either,
Yet I know I must.
I didn't ask for pups
Or the life that I live.
I don't know if I would've chosen it
If I had the choice to.
I didn't ask for this,
But I have it none the less;
So I should spend what little time I have
Joyously with those I love.
For I love two males,
And I know both are great;
For I am told
From both sides of my heart.
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Literature
Saying Goodbye
I feel trapped
All alone.
My crown
I'm dethroned.
I went from top
To rock bottom.
I've been mopped
Off the floor.
I am weak from fatigue
I am dead from the war.
Left shattered
Mind is gone.
Insanity fills the room
Laughter in the halls.
This is the point of no return
I've crossed over the line.
So this is my end
You must say goodbye.
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Literature
Beautiful Stream of Lies...
It will be dealt with, sir
Hey you! Make it aware, black, blue, green
We had the sun in us, too bright to even be seen that it was just another african man's
Dream- let it be seen!
Our hearts, our eyes, our voices and our cries are just about to be buried under the deep and dark stream of lies...
Your land
Your peace
Your freedom, Sir
Although our hearts still lie above the almighty European skies,
We can no longer live with the sorrow preoccupied in our minds,
Nor can we drink from their beautiful lies...
Listen, listen
I sit on the ground danger surrounds me
Roots growing high, and the silence embraces me
Listen,
What if our screams of terror fell to a silence of despair?
What if the tears which were once sweet had the taste of bitterness?
Would you drink from the same dark water we drink from?
Or
Would you leave us to die
in your beautiful stream of lies?...
Your land
Your peace
Your freedom, sir
Hey you!
Listen, and make it aware...
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Redefined
A battle lost
A white flag thrown on a field stained by bloody tears
I submit
   capitulate
     succumb
       yield
         give up
           Fuck you
People have no meaning any more
Eyes show the truth to the lies they spin like webs
Lecherous
 indulgent
   ravenously
    lethargic
     hate-filled
       backbiting
         Narcissists
I choose surrender rather than put you out of your misery
No more of your fear-fueled deceits
No more watching you waste your lives
Obsessed with consuming
                            shopping
                               fucking
Ignoring what is really important
                    Love
 Creation                  Compassion
                    Life
   
Now I choose to live in this self-made cave
I choose to no longer participate in society
I choose to become my art,
                     become my words,
                     live by my morals...
                                          ... as antiquated as they are
The dream of many but embraced
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you can't lie.
not when I can see your thighs. but then again,
    you had me sold
    on tales of sweet molasses     and dry cider.
the way you paused when speaking . . . ungraceful, distant murmur -
                   ***
overexposed, the sunbath upon Observatory Hill and
recollections of stark snaking contrasts
    washed&mapped rolling contours;old town suburbs
this was oilpainting by seconds.
                   ***
           coffee break.
    Fuck. What did we talk about? I felt so self-assured ,but
    we dropped clauses from our conversations, until our
    sparse sentences resolved to dust and breath.
                   ***
and you left.
cobbled streets with your feet caught tight
in leather boots. clumpclumpclumping a narrative
& literature spilled from the ghosts of rattling trains and the mufflers bound to four lanes of apothesis
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Weather the Tide
Sitting here in peace and quiet.
A nice break from the daily riot.
Relaxing through a simple dream,
All life really is it would seem.
Breaking the silence, my heartbeat.
Eternal love, shall I ever meet?
A dream we all crawl through in life.
Wishing for hope, living in strife.
We're always praying, day by day
Wishing it would all just go away.
Always learning, always teaching.
For another, always reaching.
Escape the eternal daily grind
When, at long last, the one we now find.
Bonds are formed and our hearts exchange
Our united lives rearrange.
Sitting here in peace and quiet.
A nice break from the daily riot.
You and I, sitting side by side.
Weathering life's unending tide.
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This is really late now. I've tried to write a journal multiple times but there have been some... terrible things happening in my life and quite a few transitions including but not limited to finding my dog of many years dead in terrible circumstances, and going on many trips out of state to help other people change their lives. But I'm writing a feature like I said I would, and hope it just adds another layer of goodness to their success.

:iconmy-soul-bleeds-ink: held a Valentines contest and these were the winners.

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"Cupid Dream" by MaggotsX
Cupid DreamsCupid Dreams
"You know when you're in love when you can't fall asleep
because reality is finally better than your dreams."
                              - Dr. Seuss
Cupid I am.
So cupid for you.
Yes, cupid for this
Purple romance. Cupid!
Oh, I'm so cupid.
Pink you are,
Water lilies of skin pink.
Not bloody stone, Pink!
Your pink chocolate thorns prick
So Pink! Oh, my bookish heart!
Our Love so Eros!
Even Hades knows our love!
Zeus-lightning, love-roses
Zap this red love so real.
My flower love, my cupid dream.
Cupid I am.
So Pink you are.
This Love so real.
Wake Cupid. Sleep pink love.
Oh, my dream? This is!
MaggotsX @ 02.02.2016



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"As Intangible as a Ghost" by Convenient-Alias
As Intangible as a GhostI think Colin was lonely. He kept on coming up to my house, day after day after day. Even after I'd explained for the thousandth time that hello, I wasn't that kind of psychic.
Yes, I could see him. And yes, that was rare. I think only one out of maybe a hundred thousand people can see ghosts? And Upton was too small to have a genuine psychic in residence. He told me that until I  moved in, no one had ever seen him. And tethered to the cemetery, unable to go more than a few miles, he couldn't leave town to seek anyone out.
But I wasn't the kind of psychic he was looking for. I didn't carry messages for the dead. I didn't try to help them move on to the next life. Heck, until I met Colin I avoided talking to them pretty easily: ghosts are selfish, and when they realize they can't impress you and you can't help them, they move on to talk to each other instead of the boring teenage girl.
But Colin kept on coming to visit me. And he was polite enough about it that I never felt like I



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"Candle" by copper9lives
CandleWinter heart an ember, dark and ashen
Flint remembers steel and spark of passion
Romance astray, outlander to this place 
But answers blaze in candor on your face 
A castaway on sands of lost pursuit
A past of clay in hands now resolute 
Receiving desolation, you wrought joy 
Belief and exultation unalloyed 
My wayward hope returning from afar
Desire burning, yearning for your star
My Eros, rising with the early sun
Anteros’ prize, our lonely vigil done — 
Embrace with grace the waiting winter brings
Enkindling the flame of endless springs 



And Honorable Mention
"Three Hearts-Rem" by RabidOctopus
Three Hearts-Rem“BANZAI!”
The warcry preceded the sight of a motorcycle power-sliding around the street corner, a one-eyed Haunter driving while an eyeless man in an island shirt sat behind the Ghost and a one-eyed man wearing a duster and Dundee hat had his fingers wrapped around the back of the bike’s seat.
After nearly colliding into the side of a Fiat, the chopper snarled as it shot forwards, flames bursting out of the exhaust pipes. Barely a moment passed before the trio overtook an angry Irishman by using the back of his car as a ramp for them to soar through the air, the motorcycle landing with a loud clang. Tearing down the street, the Haunter weaving through traffic and running red lights like a bat out of hell.
Ten minutes of being a road menace passed before the bike slid into a narrow parking space between a Ford pickup truck and a Range Rover. The chopper gave its driver a mechanical purr while the Ghost gave it a few revs.
“Remy, must you always drive like a mania


You can find a full list of the participants here my-soul-bleeds-ink.deviantart.…   as well as a list of prizes that might just motivate you to watch the group for their next contest.

I apologize again for taking so long. It's not been a good 2 months for me.



For the second part of the journal, I need to apologize yet again for not getting things started as I said I was going to with the prompts. It's the same excuse as the previous ones with one added. I can't control the gallery and fix the one full folder, (I am aware, I'll try to talk to the rest of the admins to try to find someone who can do something about it) and I can't add the folder that I want to for the prompts to work the way I thought they would. I can't feature people like I wanted to, but I can give prompts.

Tell me if you'd be interested in just the prompts without the features while I get it figured out. I hope this is resolved and hopefully we can get things going soon. One way or the other. I should be back more regularly now to accept your deviations and all those other admin.-ish duties. Feel free to ask anything, voice your concerns, or just comment randomly, it's always nice to hear from others.

Thanks for Listening,

Comic-Ninja-Whoot
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Audge-M-Podge Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for letting me be a member
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urbanfaeri Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much for adding me as a member :)
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Serendiipitii Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2016  Student General Artist
Hi there.
Your General Poetry folder is full; will a second one be put up soon?
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foxyesty Featured By Owner Mar 15, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
General Poetry folder is full. :P
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foxyesty Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello! I just wanted to briefly tell you all about my new group :iconzing-creation: (Zing-Creation). Our group is all about bringing together art that is unique and has a bit of something extra to it. We accept most traditional and digital artwork, as well as literature. We also try our best to build a sense of community within our group and our affiliates. We would love to have you join us! :D
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Miriam-Moon Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Are there any active admins on here?
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Comic-Ninja-Whoot Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hello Miriam-Moon,

I'm sorry for the late reply, I'm not sure if any of the other Admins have gotten back to you but we are here and I believe we're working towards appearing more active to the community and getting the group back to it's former glory. Did you have a question, or were you just wondering if we were here? 
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Miriam-Moon Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
I was more or less wondering whether or not there were admins in the group. Thank you for replying!
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YoungAndWyse Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
This may be fruitless. I was reading a poem and someone posted a link to an author who writes about introversion but I can not "refind" that link to share. If any of you have any inkling as to what im referring please post the link in a reply. Thanks in advance.
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