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Welcome to the group :iconmy-soul-bleeds-ink:.
A non-judgemental, safe place where writers can submit poetry, prosetry, phoetry and occasionally prose, without the fear of judgement.
I truly hope that you enjoy your stay with us, however long or short it may be. If there are any issues please Note MagicalJoey and I will get back to you with a solution asap.

Please do familiarise yourself with our rules - a link to them is provided above, at the top of this box. Also, comment as much as you can. Just as you appreciate a comment so do your fellow deviants.

Participation in contests and prompts are key factors here - it's not nice to win a contest by default because you were the only entry. I try to make the contests and prompts interesting, and don't forget the Poetry Forms Challenge that comes to you every second month or so.

Also, please browse through and support our affiliates, they are key to promoting contests and help us gain exposure by affiliating with us.

Our Sister Groups

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:icongrammarnazicritiques: - a group where you can submit your work for critique.

:iconfront-2-back: - a group to see if your story is a page turner.

:iconlearn2crit-lit: - a group that teaches you how to critique literature.

:iconadopt-a-writer: - a group where writers meet each other to mentor, be a buddy or be mentored.

:iconunderstood-accepted: - a group for people suffering from emotional crisis or in need of a helping hand.

:icona-safe-haven: - a group similar to Understood-Accepted

:iconburdenedhearts: - a group similar to Understood-Accepted and A-Safe-Haven but offering more topics for discussion.

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Forms Challenge Winner for April/May

Do You Like String Beans and Ham?Do You Like String Beans and Ham?
I once knew a lad who was lean and
He lived off some string beans and cold ham.
It seldom was clear
What he had to fear,
Besides farts propelling him off land

By MagicalJoey


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:new: Added in the rhyme schemes in the examples and an additional 'what is the difference' part.

Because September is 'Send a Sonnet September' over at ProjectDFC (… ) our form for this month is...

The Sonnet

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:bulletred: 1 September - 22 September = Submission
:bulletorange: 23 September - 29 September = Voting (via journal)
:bulletyellow: 30 September = Winner Announced

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:bulletred: You may use any form of sonnet, as long as you state in your artist's comments which form you used so we can assess whether you have successfully mastered the form or not.
:bulletorange: Feel free to enter the SSS at ProjectDFC at the same time with your entries. There is also @crownofsonnets who will be accepting sonnets this month especially.
:bulletyellow: You may enter as many as you wish but only one of your entries may win.
:bulletblue: There are no prizes - the joy of winning is enough. You will be mentioned at the top of every journal until we do another forms challenge in the future, so there is some exposure. You are also allocated a widget on our front page.
:bulletpurple: Entries to the 'contest submissions' folder please.
:bulletpink: Any questions, ask!
These rules may change. I retain the right to do so and you will be notified.

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Pertinent Information

:bulletred: What is a sonnet?
noun: sonnet; plural noun: sonnets

- A poem of fourteen lines using any of a number of formal rhyme schemes, in English typically having ten syllables per line.

:bulletorange: How many different forms are there?
- Basically three (Italian (Petrarchan), Spenserian, English (Shakespearean)), but many derivations.

:bulletyellow: What are the differences?
- The only difference between the three forms is their rhyme scheme. All the sonnets follow the 'Iambic Pentameter' structure of meter.

:bulletblue: Examples?
- Italian (Petrarchan): (abba/abba/cdd/ece) OR (abba/abba/cde/cde) OR (abba/abba/cdc/cdc) OR (abba/abba/cdc/dcd)
A sonnet by Wordsworth:
"London, 1802"

Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen,
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower,
Have forfeited their ancient English dower
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
Oh! raise us up, return to us again;
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart;
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea:
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free,
So didst thou travel on life's common way,
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart
The lowliest duties on herself did lay.

-Spenserian: (abab/bcbc/cdcd/ee)
"Sonnet LIV"

Of this World's theatre in which we stay,
My love like the Spectator idly sits,
Beholding me, that all the pageants play,
Disguising diversely my troubled wits.
Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits,
And mask in mirth like to a Comedy;
Soon after when my joy to sorrow flits,
I wail and make my woes a Tragedy.
Yet she, beholding me with constant eye,
Delights not in my mirth nor rues my smart;
But when I laugh, she mocks: and when I cry
She laughs and hardens evermore her heart.
What then can move her? If nor mirth nor moan,
She is no woman, but a senseless stone.

- English (Shakespearean): (abab/cdcd/efef/gg)
"Sonnet XXIX"

When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate,
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings,
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

- The 'Indefinables':
:bulletred: There are, of course, some sonnets that don't fit any clear recognizable pattern but still certainly function as sonnets. Shelley's "Ozymandias" belongs to this category
:bulletorange: Frederick Goddard Tuckerman wrote sonnets with free abandonand with virtually no regard for any kind of pattern at all, his rhymes after the first few lines falling seemingly at random.

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Up to four works of an artist selected weekly by the admins.

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This week's feature is:

The featured works are:
anxiety in a crowded, dark, unimpressive nutshelli felt like i was falling through a glass abyss
and the glass turned to rain
and the rain turned to ice
and the ice melted on my skin
seeping into my cuts
and turning them to scars
my veins are blue and cold
and my heart is in my head
my head is spinning from the fall
but my blood is running red
so i hide behind the strings of violins
and piano keys and drum beats
and harmonies sweet as sin
but the tv is too fragile to be a shield
the keyboard can only express so much
my paperbacks and hardcovers
can't fight my demons for me forever
and there's a pressure in my mind
like two anvils colliding on a swing set
something pushing them from behind
and how can symbols on a screen explain
something so dark
so dull
so mundane
as my existence
though i tried to make it romantic

Why Don't We Speak Anymore?Lost my voice,
                     yelling at you.

Banishing RealityI don't want your scars,
and I don't want to bleed.
   I don't want dusty dressers and tangled hair holders,
 hardback text books on top of paperback treasures.
     Because the truth is this:
pain isn't beautiful.
I want your ideas,
and I want your stories.
   I want dragon guarded castles and enchanted forests,
 magical potions and knights with broadswords.
    And I will never,
apologize for it.
UnspokenThe keyboard is a
dangerous weapon,
and the computer
screen makes for
excellent armor.
And I'll bet a pot
of gold that you
feel better about
yourself now that
you've pushed
someone else over
the edge.
But the last straw
broke when I found
that ten year old
girl with eleven
white pills in her
fragile hand - an
idea she had gotten
from you.
And it makes me
wonder, how much
blood is on your
Oh, but I suppose it
was worth it for
those extra page

Your Contest Winners

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Name of Image Friendship DeterminedShe felt the pain of a thousand deaths.
Things would never again be the same.
Alone, bereft - with no one to stop her hurt -
Yielding to the need to curl in on herself,
Wallowing in pain, she crumbled.
Internal bleeding that could never be healed
Tore her soul into a million pieces.
Heart aching and refusing to beat,
Maddening agony crippling her mind,
Encompassing her whole being.
Abandoned was how he found her then.
Lacing his arms around her fragile form,
Wrapping her in the blanket of his love.
Acknowledging her need to purge the pain within,
Years of false truths finally coming to light,
Shushing her wails, he held her tightly.
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Name of Image Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill MeI kissed my best friend on the cheek
and she giggled.
I did too.
My lip gloss left sticky prints on her skin
that she wiped away
with her sleeve.
I wanted to kiss you before I knew what kissing was.
I watched you grow into something
more than just another boy.
Tracing my lip with my fingertip and wondering…
Are yours dry and hungry like mine?
Or soft and sweet?
They were warmer than I imagined,
brushing hot breath across my palm
and my wrists.
Your quick pecks tickled,
your eyes wide and playful,
your smile set me
Flushed cheeks and heartbeat gone frantic,
I didn’t kiss you back...
Not like I wanted too.
I nuzzled nose to cheek,
inhaled your honeyed scent
letting my lips linger
too long
and yet not long enough.
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Name of Image Pheromone Phenomenon
The scent of love was in the air that moonlit summer night.
We danced the dance of love until we saw the morning light.
We promised that we'd save our love until the wedding day.
How many times we fought temptation off it's hard to say.
The day was blessed, the guests all came, the music was sublime.
We said our vows before our God with words that fairly rhymed.
But when we danced our first before the eyes of one and all,
we realized then and there that it was time to heed the call.
We said goodbye to all our guests and headed for the door.
The band played on as most remained and tangoed on the floor.
The moment that we hit the car the game became engaged.
We barely made it to our room, our hormones on a rage.
To say the wait was worth it is an understatement, friend.
It seemed to us this blissful night would never, ever end.
The fiery storm of ecstasy kept thund'ring 'til the dawn.
To see the pleasure in her eyes confirmed her heart I'd won.
They say that love's just chemicals, perhap
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Name of Image More Than Gold”It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.” --> Ralf Waldo Emerson

Holding hands while laughing,
We seize the day together.
The sun blinding our vision,
We walk into the moon.
Daydreams lift our spirits,
Making life worth while.
Speaking in riddles,
That only we understand.
A sigh of relief,
When I see your smile.
I can only be myself,
While in your presence.
No fear,
No doubt.
It is heaven,
By your side.
Skipping rope,
Tripping rope,
Solid in your arms,
You catch me when I fall.
Side by side,
We conquer the world.
Together we rise,
Together we fall.
Loving one another,
Despite the stupid things we do.
That is a friendship,
That is worth more than gold!

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NemoX7 Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2015   Writer
Oh wow! :love: Thank you for the feature. :blush: It was an unexpected, but pleasant surprise. I'm humbled and honoured. :nod: 
MagicalJoey Featured By Owner Aug 27, 2015   Writer
No problem :)
Farand Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2015
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Dragonlover84 Featured By Owner May 11, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much for the feature! I am honored that you like my work. :D :love:
MagicalJoey Featured By Owner May 11, 2015   Writer
It's a pleasure :)
BlueBlueFox Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2015  Hobbyist Writer

Guys thank you so much for the feature hhhh I'm glad you like me enough for that HAHA and honored that Dilu chose me :icongtthplz:
MagicalJoey Featured By Owner Mar 23, 2015   Writer
Thank you for your work. Of course we like you. As for Riddlycakes choosing you, go her!
Go now and enjoy your week of promotion.
free-your-soul Featured By Owner Dec 5, 2013
how are you all doing? wow, its been a long since ive last been here, ive been so busy.
I just wanted to say hey, and Im just passing by cause today, as you might all know, Nelson Mandela died..and I remember that my very first piece of writing was about him, in 2010, and I came here to read it again today, and I found a comment from MagicalJoey explaining me the difference between poetry and prose..I guess the first things I learnt about literature were here... and I loved to participate in all these contests and things..but now I dont have so much time.. so much has changed since i created my account, including the way i write. but well they were my beginnings, still improving my english though! hope you remember me. 
well i hope yall doing fine
ill try to pass by more often
MagicalJoey Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2013   Writer
Nice to see you are still around. Hope that you are well and, yes, it is sad the Nelson Mandela died as he was an iconic figure.
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