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Prompt start:
Devious Journal EntryOh... Hey everyone!!! :wave:
Its us: Chezzy-Am, :iconpauper-circumstance: and UnThai !
So, what's up with today's journal... well, its going to be...
OUR FIRST PROMPT!! :nuu:
So what's going to be our first prompt...
You guessed it... Death.
Today's prompt was a collective idea of this administration. So, we asked ourselves, how do we define it?
Here's what came about:
:iconpauper-circumstance:
Death is the parting of the soul from the body. That is my literary meaning of death. It is when we, as humans, pass onto another world. Or when we stop breathing.
Death in a figurative sense, has many different meanings. There can be emotional death, where a person experiences something and cannot come back from it, essentially "dying" from his former self.
There is actual death where a person just dies. ;)
Mental death is when a person goes crazy, dying from his sane self.
A person is also dead if he does not really "live" life. If he goes day by day wishing he were dead. In m


Prompt end:
Prompt has officially ended!The people who participated in the group's first prompt include (with their respective submissions):
Ewa-a-nie-chce-spac
:thumb416388961: :thumb416388961: Forever by lonerforever i never meant for this to happen by idi0pathic it's lonely here. by meimeiawesome you've been dead for a year, my dear by littleblueraccoon Hazel Eyes by JonahRaeH lung cancer by littleblueraccoon Soon You Will Have Peace Forever by Malintra-Shadowmoon :thumb418834044: Unforgettable by Glambert09 Death Party by Glambert09 Marvelous War by PhoenixJRossi Consume Me by PhoenixJRossi
Manouilidis
:thumb312247327: Death. by Nlink10 :thumb379784008: The Death of Language by Kaz-D :thumb339646644: :thumb422377687: Does it even matter anymore? by KatzeFisch a little bit like dying by sl1ky R.I.P by SawahHaigh Dying by Blueskye27
smallsincerities
Death by UntamedUnwanted slowly, and then all at once by A-Lovely-Anxiety An October Birth by rsbohn Fox - A Short Story by bethcould :thumb409747762: suicidal. by MisfitableGrae :thumb383483095: Bastard Sons of God by QuirkyCuriousBex Necrophilia by A-Lovely-Anxiety Obsession by UntamedUnwanted Black and White by FlickeringCandle We lost you to sickness by brokenfragilethings :thumb401630521: gibel - it's all in your head by your-methamphetamine
Jade-Pandora
Everything Can Be Forgotten by only-blooms-at-night


Features:
Feature of Prompt Winners #1/2This is the first part of the winners of the prompt:
The following winners will receive a critique from me and Pauper-Circumstance on two of their poems, as well as a :+devwatch: from me. Now, they'll get a feature from here on :iconpoetrynprosewatchers: and on :iconthecritiquables:.
So, what're we waiting for? HERE WE GO!
smallsincerities
An amazing poet honestly speaking. There is a significant degree of depth in her works, especially because her poetry deals with the self - its conflict, its indifference, its infighting, its struggles, its indifference... its a wonderful series of poems, and each one has something new to offer.
- My personal favourite of her works, still.

Jade-Pandora
An equally eloquent poet. But the beauty of her works lie in how vivid and natural and, furthermore, general their scope te

Feature of Prompt Winners #2/2This is a belated feature. Sorry for keeping everyone waiting for so long.
the second part is entirely dedicated to Ewa-a-nie-chce-spac with

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submissions for the prompt.
Ewa-a-nie-chce-spac is a Polish dA member who is - for me at least - a significant inspiration in understanding Poland - its legends, its entertainment, its history, even the fairy tales told and how they were influential (then and now). She's quite an inspiration, with journals having translations of Polish poems, as well as poems written towards the understanding of endangered species through her poems.
When not writing poems, she is writing hetalia and has her own youtube channel dedicated to it. And when not doing either, she's volunteering in the library in Ludlow.
But don't be worried - behind all that knowledge is a really good friend with a lot of wit and genuine affection for everyone who interact with her. So, if you'd like to know more about Poland (for those who don't know, its the country that gave



So yeah, its the month of April and so, the admin (me, and :iconpauper-circumstance: ) present to you, a new prompt in case you're interested and looking forward to it. This time, the prompt will last over three months because the theme, is as follows:

sacrifice



So, what's sacrifice here? According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary:

the act of giving up something that you want to keep especially in order to get or do something else or to help someone


Hmm... what is it lacking... Ah! here we go:








So there you have it. Some examples of what is portrayed by sacrifice from the dA literature community are shown below:

the garden familymy father met my mother on the train tracks
leading out of Hackensack, New Jersey.
she was clad in blue and embossed with blisters;
he was wearing a black sweater and had a stumbling tongue.
the night they exchanged promises, the moon
was hiding under a cool blanket of factory smoke.
my mother wore a black n’ beige dress,
my father was decked in the finest leather shoes.
their love was a budless stem:
to appreciate it, you had to do some gardening.
the botany of our family is complicated.
i am a shovel and my brother is soil.
my mother is a watering hose and
my father sets with the sun. come winter,
she will freeze in time and we will
barely see him through the clouds.
the occasional drought will manifest into our lineage,
but my mother will burst like a floodgate.
sometimes, it'll get so cold that the crops will be frostbitten,
but my father will break the barrier of clouds.
i will help dig my brother out of messy situations
and we will be
just a plot of land on the map of our f
:thumb434380831: Goodbye lullabyWith our heart in a fierce beat ,
We'll dance together on the empty street.
With your shallow breathing against my head,
We'll sway along to words unsaid.
When you look in my eye,
I know, it's time to say goodbye,
But will you grant me one last wish?
To Hold me in your arms,
And Sing me a sweet lullaby,
To let me drown in your melodic voice for one last time,
And Let me dream of a place where you are mine.
To let the tune wash away my pain,
For I want to relive that moment once again,
When you and I first met each other
And to prove to myself, that there can be no another,
Who could ever take your place.
And our moments spent together, 
I'd do anything to retrace.
AtlasWeight of the world




Breathe in,
take my hand now
too much time
you walked
alone
on this route
visible only
to angelic, 
infant-souls.
You played 
gentle words
accordion notes
for lonely ears.
Knitted smiles
out of a kindness thread.
Too heavy a burden
on your shoulders,
weakness is
around the corner;
take my hand,
we can share
the weight of a dancing sun
we can
make it light, make it hope.
We will
carry continents
of wars and sorrow,
together,
dispense healing water
from springs of neverending
empathy
on our heads
tree of life
will set its roots,
our hearts
like birds
of a feather
alone no more
across the empty skies.
Now
when the moon
still 
laugh
take my hand,
breathe out.
                                                   
You don't need a cape to be a heroSome heroes are born glorified;
Praised from the moment of their creation,
Blessed with the gift of greatness.
Others are just born plain,
Lingering in normality and dwelling
In the usual.
The heroic are strong,
Tall, handsome.
Perfection in an imperfect world.
Fighting the immoral and defeating
Those who stand idle with the devil.
These are the idols of our ancestors,
Of our storybooks,
And of our minds and hearts.
That is the only hero known to us.
But there are other exemplars,
Ones we see every day,
Yet fail to notice their grandeur.
These heroes of the norm;
They do not fly with red capes,
or glide like winged angles.
They do not descend from gods,
Or the heavens.
These icons
Are you
And me
And him
And her.
Yes,
Not all heroes wear capes.
A good deed of kindness,
Courage in the face of danger,
Faith in the face of hell---
All these are qualities deemed valorous.
Done by average people,
Average heroes.  
So to every child who dreams of being a hero-
You can be an inspirational
:thumb437868165: A Letter to a Struggling ArtistThis is a message to any artist who has ever felt an overwhelming sense of doubt, a feeling of being trapped and unheard in a voice of thousands of others, who have felt like they wanted to give up. It is a letter to anyone who has thought that maybe everyone else was right about them- that you’re wasting your time on art. This is to try to prove to you that you cannot let them win. Especially not now, at what may be your lowest point.
First. One of the main problems many artists seem to encounter is the question of whether or not they can even be considered an artist. You might be wondering if you’re even worth being called one. Here’s your answer – you are an artist. As long as you are doing something that you think is art, as long as you are doing it because you want to, as long as you are doing it because you cannot imagine yourself being more free than doing anything else – then you are an artist. You have been since the first moment you decided up a
:thumb212875861: :thumb437004247: :thumb438167060: :thumb428305561: we used to make butterfly handsYou told me that when I was older I would understand
and I looked up and saw the sky in paper planes and periwinkle blue.
I reached out and drew a line for you;
traced it all over the globe and back to your wise heart
so that when I was older, my head full of understanding,
I’d be able to navigate back to my place there
and touchdown, settle down with you.
You said that our worlds were too distant,
you with your job and bills to pay and me with my honey-sweet dreams.
I nodded and pulled back my flyaway hair
thinking that if we’re alive together, against all the odds and centuries alive together,
that’s close enough for me.
I kissed you and you told me I was great. Carousel great. Sandy-toes great. Smiles on a Saturday, belly-laughs great.
You snapped the string and flew away.
I’m older and I do understand
that dotted lines get tangled or just fall away completely and
you were right when you said that things aren't quite as pretty
as they are in my party-h

Mature Content

The cloudmakerIt was on a particularly cloudy day that I created another life. You sprung from my hands, eager, like a lamb frolicking through a grassy meadow. An accident. I had been trying to create a tornado, but my hand must've twitched. The gray of my walls only accentuated your glowing golden form further; vaguely shaped like a human child, but not quite. A highly misleading appearance. I remember my first thought: Not another one. I'd made your kind before. It never ended well.
“Nice to meet you,” you said, sticking out your hand. “It's awfully gloomy outside.”
I shook it. “The earth looked a little dry today.”
You stood in front of my only window, a hand sliding down one of the bars. Your other went outside and caught a raindrop in your grasp. “So this is rain. Did you make it?”
“It's all I do. I've been here ever since I can remember.”
“And how long is that?”
“Longer than the amount of raindrops
paroxysmi
If I
let you hold me
While i break down every wall
That actually held you more close to me
Than separated us,
Will it make you feel more of a man?
ii
I can see the cracks hidden underneath your veins,
And the shadows they bring with them.
You were more damage than I could handle
But it didn't stop me.
We both wished it did.


Hence, why not get you started with how these prompts work:

  1. You select the work which fits sacrifice in a perspective that's perceptible.
  2. Write a comment on this journal with the link of the work which you've submitted. Submit your work to the folder "prompt - sacrifice".
  3. there's no limit on the maximum number you can submit. In case you participate, though, five is the bare minimum.
  4. in case you have doubts over whether a work fits the prompt or not, send me or Pauper-Circumstance a note.


Much like the previous prompt, there're rewards for participants as well:

Rewards:
  1. For five submission: a :+fav: from Pauper-Circumstance and a comment from shehrozeameen
  2. For ten submissions: two :+fav: from Pauper-Circumstance
  3. for fifteen submissions: two :+fav:, one from Pauper-Circumstancei, a :+devwatch: from shehrozeameen, and a feature from PoetrynProseWatchers.
  4. for twenty submissions: a critique and :+fav: from shehrozeameen, a :+devwatch: from Pauper-Circumstance, and a special mention in a PoetrynProseWatchers feature.


And yes, you can go above twenty submissions. Last time, the participant was Ewa-a-nie-chce-spac. :)

Well, now that you know, I'm looking forward to your submissions :dummy: Cheers!
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