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So I recently passed 50 watchers (for like the third time now, wow), so to thank you all I want to give you a little journal feature.  So your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to post your three favourite deviations in the comments, and I'll put them in the feature.  If you give me a link to a song to listen to, you can post five and I'll feature them all.

So yeah, thanks for the support, everyone!  Even if you don't comment or fave or whatever it means a lot that you're even reading.
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  • Listening to:
In some ways it feels like this year flew by, but in others it seems like it's been 2013 for ages.

How have you guys been?  Any new years resolutions?

Some things

Sun Sep 8, 2013, 7:46 AM by HuntingForHappiness:iconhuntingforhappiness:


and Awareness Week

So this week is Suicide Prevention Week(a cause near and dear to my heart), and the folks over at Spreading-Awareness are gonna be doing a series of articles for it.  So if you aren't watching those guys already, now would be a cool time to start.  You might even see a familiar name on one of the pieces.  The first piece is here:  Welcome to Suicide Awareness WeekWelcome to Suicide
Awareness Week at

(For those of you who are at Arts-and-Health, we are helping to promote this week with the group Spreading-Awareness. Please feel free to join us there for this week's activities and discussions!)
We hope to provide some understanding about suicide and the risk factors for it. This week's topics will include:
:bulletblack: Introduction to Suicide Awareness Week, by Aeirmid
:bulletblack: Factors of Suicide, by Wataqo
:bulletblack: Coping and Seeking Help, by akkajess and Astralseed
:bulletblack: Suicide and Who It Affects Part 1, by HuntingForHappiness
:bulletblack: Suicide and Who It Affects Part 2, by NicBelroque
:bulletblack: Reaching Out, by Astrikos
:bulletblack: Suicide Awareness Week: In Closing, by NicBelroque
Basic facts about suicide
Did you know that suicide is a top 10 cause of death in the United States? W

Critics Wanted

GrammarNaziCritiques is in need of more poetry critics, so if that's your thing, you should totally check them out; your help would definitely be welcome.


In my last journal I said I'd feature people who commented, so here are four awesome pieces, for your reading pleasure:

Dribble. by JakesException:

(Gaseous) State of Mind by AyeAye12:
(Gaseous) State Of MindFeels like I'm a shell
empty but for
spreading like spiderwebs in a
mental overpopulation of the brain,
logic melting into delusion
in cauldron pots
growling in the corner;
anxiety turns to pathogen
turns to plague
turns to dead thoughts
seeping into such a morbid alchemy,
lead to gold isn't platinum
and it looks like the youth is gone
so let's all stare at the dry fountain
but there are a thousand scapegoats
rolling in the panic-grass outside,
one needs to be picked from the hat
or I'll tumble down dark paths
in a web mapping the unknown.
Feel that?
That's the claustrophobia knocking
and heralding a million wars I gotta lose,
I better go prepare
to die, seeya
and here's to hoping
I find a formula for light.

Cave by love-the-name-lily:
In the quiet deep
The single sound of falling
Water can be heard

Wildfire by Laeneris:

These guys are all awesome writers, and are definitely worth checking out and watching.

And Finally

Huge thanks to Nichrysalis for the Premium Membership and this journal skin, made for Suicide Prevention and Awareness Month. 

  • Listening to: Sara Bareilles
  • Reading: King Solomon's Mines
  • Drinking: Too many energy drinks.
But I have been very absent, and plan to change that.  Partly by writing poetry again, but I think I'm actually gonna make use of this journal, which isn't really something I've done in the past.  Now that I've got university going on again, I'll have a bit more to talk about. 

Also, there are 50 of you guys watching me now(wow!), and I hardly even talk to any of you guys+ have drifted from the ones that I did.  I don't bite, and you guys are already awesome for watching me, so I'd love to get to know some of you better. 

So yeah, this is me saying hello again, hopefully for a decent amount of time.  Also, to celebrate 50 watchers, if you reply here with a piece of yours, I'll feature it in my next journal.

Take care,
  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: Opeth
  • Reading: Poison Eaters
  • Watching: House of Cards
  • Drinking: Too many energy drinks.
Some of you may know about Live-Love-Write's Synergy project, but for those of you who don't, it's a community project in which writers are paired up with each other in the interest of mutual improvement, and collaboration.  I was paired up with AyeAye12.  He's a talented young writer who does great haiku and free verse poetry.  For week one of Synergy, one of the assignments is to feature my favourite piece of his, so, without further ado, I give you:

6:00 PMThe sun spills like syrup;
God has put an instagram filter
on reality
for this hour,
A train lays
a steel drum beat,
children's laughter is
punctured with the
cry of a canary (mother),
the world smells of
dried powder earth.

His other poems are great as well, and a look through his gallery is well worth the time.

Who are some writers that you especially like/would recommend others to read?
So I was doing some hardcore spring cleaning today; going through boxes upon boxes that hadn't been opened since we moved house.  Anyway, it was pretty unremarkable, though I did find a lot of memories that were painful and precious in equal measures.  What I also found was this little folder, with nothing written on the front or anything.  But inside were all these stories and poems that I'd written for school assignments as a kid(like, less than 10 years old), and I, of course, read them all out of curiosity.  Of course none of them were great, but it was just such an amazing feeling to look back to how it all started, how far I've come, and even how passionate I was all that time ago.  I can say that blocky sentences, forced rhymes, and arbitrary line breaks have never impacted me so deeply.  I threw out a lot of memories today, but being able to look back on myself in such a tangible way made it all so worth it.

Have you ever discovered any of those old, forgotten writings that bring you right back to the start of memory lane?
  • Listening to: Pianos Become the Teeth
  • Reading: The Picture of Dorian Gray
  • Watching: Torchwood
A lot of you may not have noticed I was gone, but anyways.

With the new year approaching, I decided I needed to bring writing back into my life.  A lot of personal things happened all at once and made me lose touch with my words.  I figured getting back here would help with inspiration and once again continuing to improve myself+my writing.  

How have things been with you guys?
  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: Deftones
  • Reading: Leonard Cohen- Selected Poems 1956-1968
  • Drinking: Tea
It's been a long time since I've really been on here but I just realized I didn't really say anything about it.  In any case, I'm in university now, and as a result I've been much less active on here and in my writing.  But I am still very much alive and will try to check in when I can.
  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: Tin Foil Phoenix
  • Drinking: Tea
Summer is finally here.  High school is over, and in two months I'll have to go off and be an adult.  It's scary, but the whole idea of university is something I'm finding more and more appealing and exciting; like-minded people, studying what I enjoy, working co-op/internships, an the social aspect too, of course.  For those of you who've been in university, what were/are your experiences?  Did you like it?  Best/worst parts?

Summer also means I'll have more time to write, and more traveling, which also means more inspiration.  So that will be nice, I think.  A change of pace in a lot of ways.

Personal stuff aside, I've also come across another cool group contest thing, run by FeedbackFrenzy.  The journal entry is here:, but I'll also explain it a bit.  Basically, when you join, you will be put in a team with three other people, and for a week you will provide your best critiques/constructive comments on the deviations provided.  Each critique will be judged and given a rating, and the group with the highest overall rating(all the ratings added up) wins.  You can't pick your team like the last one of these I mentioned, but all that means is you get to meet new people, and maybe make a friend or two!  So, if you feel up to it, check it out here, and join up.  They'll be glad to have you, I'm sure.
  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: Ihsahn
  • Watching: Euro Cup 2012
  • Drinking: Tea
So, we at WeeklyLitContests just finished up our first contest, and I'm happy to say that LadyofGaerdon won with her poem Daylight Forsaken.  So, to celebrate, a feature of her winning poem and some of her other awesome work:

Daylight ForsakenDo you remember when Aurora
invoked dawn in the sky above us?
How we watched her colors spread
above the highway, the gas station - across the fields,
painting reality in vivid splendor
as we traversed its mundane streets
bathed in the frail whispers of possibility?
We disappeared into the trees
where we spilled our secrets,
let them echo in the early morning stillness
of the orchards; a murmured resonance
played to the tempo of our heartbeats.
We didn't even care when reality invaded
[in the form of an angry farmer]
and shooed us back into its clutches;
it could not break the spell.
Or the night we lost hours
in each others' eyes,
[you knew I was afraid of eye contact - too vulnerable; you changed that]
finding our way out only when the sun
cast his rays upon your face.
So we left behind the cover of night
and emerged into the light
of a new day.
Or the time
you let me drive your car
in high-heeled hiking boots.
[but only on the back roads, away from civilization]
Tragic BeautyI remember lying in my hospital bed at the physical rehabilitation facility, far too many years ago,  staring at a picture of a little girl. Someone had brought it in for me, though I didn't remember who or why. In the picture she was wearing shorts, and leaning to feed bread to the ducks gathered around her. I stared at the little girl's legs and cried. She was beautiful.
"I broke you," I whispered to her. "I'm so sorry I broke you. I never meant to. Please, forgive me." And she did, of course. But I'm not sure if that made it better or worse.
There was a poet staying in the room next to me. He was a brain trauma patient, unlike me. For some reason they'd moved me out of the spinal cord injury section of the hospital and into brain trauma. I never actually met the man, and yet some days I can't stop thinking about him. My mother brought me a book of his poems, a little pamphlet made of thick, sturdy paper. She said she thought I would like them. And I did. They were so hopef

Dark MotherBleed your colors to the ground,
let them swirl in the vortex of your breath.
The gathering chill escaped from your lungs
whispers the green earth into death.

Dark Mother, keep the spirits
you hold within your hands.
Souls eternally bidden,
soaked and seeped into the land.
Dark Mother, keep your fury
quivering deep within the ground.
Harm us not, but let us hear
the power of that sound.
The wheel is turning, always turning
as the sun falls from the sky.
Mother can you tell me,
oh can't you tell me why?
Dark Mother, stir your cauldron
deep living waters of rebirth.
Wash clean this wretched wreckage
we have wreaked upon the earth.
Dark Mother, shall we reap
all that we have sown?
When spring returns will you be there?
to light our path toward home?
The wheel is turning, always turning
as the seasons slowly die.
Mother can you tell me,
oh can't you tell me why?
Will you exhale a merciful breath,
to warm our world once more?
Or stop the wheel from turning,

leave us trappe
Elegy Of A Lost SeasonI am the fall.
Broken in June, buried in August -
haunting September from the boughs of hazel,
where not even the rain could reach me.
How my limbs ached to feel its soothing caress;
but my limbs felt nothing, and I felt nothing.
And the season moved on, without me.
Once, long ago, I was spring,
delicate and pure; fragile as willow seedlings,
believing themselves strong, as they stretch toward the sun -
before the wind breaks their stalks, and they fall
defeated, drained, limp upon the ground;
crushed and forgotten as tears.
But no, I was summer -
when I looked into your eyes for the first time
and forgot to curse the sun.
Tiny beads running down my neck;
hateful, so hateful - ignored, as you ensnared my senses.
You were summer, too
cradled in the branches of oak,
bright enough to burn my eyes and scorch my skin,
but never close enough to touch.
Until in your arms, I became summer,
and the sun could not outshine us.
But now I am winter -
numb and cold, faded, stripped and desolate;
a s

And there are so many more gems in her gallery(…, so go over and take a look; you'll like what you see.

Also, akarra's Haiku contest has ended, and the results are on his website here:… are some great haiku there, so check that out too.  You won't regret it.
  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: Dethklok
  • Watching: Euro Cup 2012
  • Drinking: Coffee
I found out today that June is apparently a summer version of national novel writing month(why, I don't know).  So, although I'm not gonna go for the 50000(I have exams this month; succeeding in both would be a ridiculous feat of brilliance I am not capable of), I am gonna try and write at least 20000-30000 words of worldbuilding and character building for the story that I've been thinking of.  It should be more manageable that way, and still fun.

Will any of you be participating?

Also, for you writers: There's an awesome prompt group called 365DaysofMusic that's just starting out today.  Prompts every day in the form of songs across all genres; it has a lot of potential, and I know I'll be doing it.
  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: The Paper Chase- Said the Spider to the Fly
  • Drinking: Coffee
I've kind of been venturing into some fiction stuff lately, and right now I'm doing a kind of character sketch/short story type thing, with more to come after that.  The problem is, as I read over what I currently have, I realized that I pretty much suck at fiction.  But I really want to keep going with these characters and this story, which brings me to the point of this.

Do any of you have any advice for this kind of thing?  As general or specific as you want to get, it's all gold.  Improving the flow of a paragraph from dialogue to action and back is one thing, if you need more specifics.
  • Listening to: The Paper Chase- Said the Spider to the Fly
  • Reading: My story as I write it
  • Drinking: Chai
So I came across a project being run by ohsparrowsong, about mental illness.  The journal is here (, but the basic idea is to publish a book of stories about mental illnesses of all kinds, as well as the stigma that people with them face.  The proceeds will be going to an Australian mental health charity, so it's really a great thing.

Anyway, I know not all, and maybe none, of you will be able to relate to this well enough to contribute, but if any of you are, and are willing to share, this is a great opportunity.
  • Listening to: Sigur Rós- Valtari Hour
I know I just put out a request for collaborations like 3 days ago but some of them temporarily fell through, and more importantly, there is a huge contest coming up! (link here:

One that requires a team of four to compete.  So, if any of you want to join up with me, let me know in comments and we can register for the tournament together.  And if you don't want to, that's alright as well, since I can enter individually and get a random team.  So, check out the link, and see what you think!  :D

ALSO IMPORTANT:  The registration deadline is May 10th, so there's not a lot of time.
  • Mood: Eager
  • Listening to: Sigur Rós
  • Reading: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
I'm in the mood to write with someone.  Any takers?
I've got no words right now, so I'll just leave this link here for you to check out: