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So, I just typed up a whole feature journal and then destroyed it. Accidentally. My heart is now broken. I must do it again. I knew there was a reason why I hate technology. Here is the new version of the journal:

Hi all! :wave:

So, I think it's about time I do another feature journal, because there are so many beautiful pieces of writing I have read recently and I want to share them all with you. This intro bit is shorter than the first time I wrote it and you guys are probably all thankful for that. Not that that is relevant at the moment. Continuing on...

So, for the second time round, here goes:

Four equally beautiful poems by betwixtthepages
Shedding PoetryYou stuffed the pages
from your favorite books
into the cracks of your walls,
dialogues
and climaxes
and epilogues
beating back the chill
of a black-and-white world.
When I peeled back the paint,
fistfuls
of happily-ever-afters
and tragic goodbyes
fell into my lap,
a tidal wave of emotions
you strove to shed
from your fingertips
like poetry.
Freeze Response--C.There is something
predatory
in the scrape of your nails
on the kitchen table;
in the tension of the veins
popping from your neck;
in the growl of your voice
when you admit
you can't let me go.
The air is violet, buzzing,
steeped in electrostatic hum.
The sweet scent of the hunt.
I am rabbit-eyed, wide and reckless,
knowing I have already been caught.
I hunker deep,
fighting the urge
to jack-rabbit over the table
and flee;
I'm easy prey tonight,
avoiding your hungry-wolf eyes.
You haven’t moved,
Huntsman, an army of horses
stampeding in your heart, you
are waiting for me to cower.
There are ridges
on your knuckles
and I can almost hear
the rabbits
screaming
in the cage
of your ribs
as you breathe
the cruelest words
between your teeth.
You want me less wild;
something docile and yielding
can't let me go
can't let me go

every way out is a trap.
I keep a close watch
on the claws
of your hands,
but you know
how to hurt me
from a distance.
Deleted SoundsYour lips
were ringed with blue,
parted--
a lingering O.
Icicles clung
to the chasms in your irises,
one last memory
frozen
and fading
into silence.
When they cracked open
your chest,
they found words
cluttering
the veins
around your heart,
a blockage
you were too shy
to tear down.
Nouns
and adjectives
and fillers
fell
--
an avalanche
of deleted sounds
--
from the spaces
between your ribs.
You're cold
and empty,
now
--
unwritten poetry,
voiceless
in glass bottles.
Rancid BonesShe wants the sky
to keep its promise
to hold her close,
to take her heart
and make it just like new,
but the stars are hiding
behind thick clouds
and the city lights
have dimmed the moon
like disappointment
has dimmed her smile.
She wants
someone to take her by the hand
and make her stand on her own.
She wants 
someone to explain
why sometimes,
things just end.
She wants...
but her bones have grown rancid
with cold
and too much time
is passing by
and she's starting to forget
what she's waiting for.

From Deleted Sounds:

When they cracked open
your chest,
they found words
cluttering
the veins
around your heart,
a blockage
you were too shy
to tear down.

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Two wonderful poems by anobrain 
matchesi. 
i brand broken sentences into the 
most hidden parts of my body,
words i never wanted 
you to hear - 
words i can't ever let you hear.
dictionaries shine through my scars. 
ii. 
i'm ablaze.
i burn like wood; i burn like a thousand
acres. i only meant to torch this photo of us, dear,
i only meant to burn these last couple of letters.
oh, god, i promise
i didn't mean to burn the bridges, i'm looking for 
a way to stop the fire but there's smoke in my lungs
and smoke in my eyes, i can't even 
breathe -


iii.
i look up.
you are there,
black match between your thumb and forefinger.
you smile.
like a mother shouldi. let's talk about kids. how they draw 
in such bold strokes, girls with triangular torsos
and hair three times the length of their body.
let's talk about, "mum, what's gonna
happen when i grow up?" let's talk about
toddlers with chocolate smeared across their faces,
about glistening eyes and inexperienced minds.
innocence. all pure white, blank canvas,
being painted before your eyes. scar on her ring
finger from the time she fell off her bike. 
 
ii. she sits you down. broken veil, red eyes.
you want to erase the sadness right out of her.
"mum, what's gonna happen
when i grow up?"
you just hold her
quietly and softly,
like a mother should -
innocence, all pure white, pierced open
and singing like a siren song. scar on her ring
finger - apart from she hasn't been on a bike ride
in years.

From matches:

ii. 
i'm ablaze.
i burn like wood; i burn like a thousand
acres. i only meant to torch this photo of us, dear,
i only meant to burn these last couple of letters.
oh, god, i promise
i didn't mean to burn the bridges, i'm looking for 
a way to stop the fire but there's smoke in my lungs
and smoke in my eyes, i can't even 
breathe -

-----

going down swinging by SpiralingSpontaneity 
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but falling
is just flying
in reverse
with a more
definite
arrival point,

-----

Hallelujah by sense-and-stupidity 
HallelujahYou ask me how I am over a cup of coffee.
Your sleeves are pushed up to reveal veins and muscles
pulsing like guitar strings beneath the skin,
and mine are down
wrapped over my shaking hands and tucked under my thumbs.
I wear bracelets like tourniquets nowadays;
smooth ink over my skin less like war paint
and more and more like mystic characters
to ward off the devil or surrender symbols
begging not to be washed away.
Most nights, I sleep too deeply,
and I’m not sure how to tell you
that many times I have drifted into
the afternoon light disappointed.
Rain shushes the coffee shop windows,
lulls the room into a stupor to watch the downpour
throttle the storm drains.
I wish my own downfall could be that beautiful.
You ask me again, softer,
your broad hands reaching across the expanse of the table
to slip my own sleeve delicately past my wrist bone.
My palms sit face up on the wood,
like witches begging forgiveness for
the way they welcomed the fire,
and you look at me.
Brown eyes s

You ask me again, softer,
your broad hands reaching across the expanse of the table
to slip my own sleeve delicately past my wrist bone.
My palms sit face up on the wood,
like witches begging forgiveness for
the way they welcomed the fire,
and you look at me.

-----

A Hierarchy of Things I'd Like to Be by SilverInkblot 
A Hierarchy of Things I'd Like to BeI would rather be stupid but kind, than intelligent but cruel. It goes without saying that I would prefer both virtues with none of the vices, but life is all about hard choices. There’s a ladder of preference:
kind, intelligent;
kind, stupid;
cruel, stupid;
cruel, intelligent.
The cruelty of the stupid is born out of fear and ignorance. The cruelty of the intelligent is multiplied by their capacity for thought; they should know better.
I did know better – but I left the blade dull anyway. You swing, you miss, you swing, you miss; a nick on the neck, a lock of hair.
Dad trained me on logs. You split it right down the middle – one cut, two logs. He showed me where the arteries are, how to cause the least pain, how to use your intelligence to be kind when you’re being cruel.
You swing, you slice; red. You swing, you hit; the first vertebrae. You swing, you jump; right in the puddle. You swing, he pushes; callused hands on your back. You swing, you thump;

I did know better – but I left the blade dull anyway. You swing, you miss, you swing, you miss; a nick on the neck, a lock of hair.

-----

Her burnt Salvation by atlantic-lungs 
Her burnt Salvationpry open the wall of my past
 &
maybe you'll see what no one
 else wanted too,
       a girl
         who
        wanted
          to
          be
         saved
         before
          the
         demons
        possessed
          the
         remains
           of
           her
         sanity.
But she's cemented to this corner,
        losing her,
where a hundred knocks per hour
 finally becomes those empty
   whimpers repeating thank you
 

pry open the wall of my past
 &
maybe you'll see what no one
 else wanted too,

-----

Three amazing pieces by saltwaterlungs 
To My Biology TextbookOn page 159 of my biology textbook, it reads,
“...cancer is the uncontrolled growth of cells”
as though that could explain everything,
and I thought it did for a time.
But my textbook never warned me
that his skin would pale
to a point where I could see
the blue freight trains
carrying eighteen pills
throughout his frail body.
My textbook never warned me
that his watery irises would freeze over,
that he would hurl insults like knives,
and that he would clench his jaw
as tightly as his fist clenched his wine glass
because the only person to blame is himself,
and he can’t swallow that as easily
as he can the olives in his martinis.
And my textbook never warned me
that it would be this difficult to breathe
because of my acute awareness
that his breaths are limited,
and that there would be nothing I could do
but soldier on searching for that silver lining
clinging to these foreboding thunderheads.
night terrorsit is only when my neighborhood sleeps
underneath the orange lamplight
and layers of indigo clouds,
that i notice that the house’s walls
are spreading further and further apart,
and the majority of the rooms
are empty and friendless,
collecting dust like hoarders.
the silence buzzes in my ears
and settles on my carcass shoulders
like a vulture: i grasp frantically
at the hum of cars passing
and the soft thud of my sister
turning over in her sleep
to remind myself that
there are seven billion others,
even if they aren’t here with me.
i start to feel the space between my fingers
and the nothing wrapping around my body,
and a deep well of inky blues and greens
drips into me and stains my paper thoughts,
so i try to stuff my head with pastel pinks:
novels, melodies, and conversation leftovers,
to contrast the dark inkblots.
i realize that i will need
either a big house with lots of people
who never succumb to sleep,
or a postage stamp apartment
all to myself or with one other
i
InfatuatedI am infatuated with a boy
because his smile is too big for his face
and it feels like the only thing that’s real,
because his eye color is cerulean
and that’s been my favorite crayon
ever since my grandmother
bought me that set of sixty four,
because he’s so damn beautiful
even though boys aren’t meant to be,
because his hands are big enough
to hold the whole world
and he doesn’t even know
what he wants in them yet.
I wish I could find the courage to crack
my rib cage open for him
and point out all of the ways
that he managed to sneak into my heart
so nothing is misunderstood
or misinterpreted anymore,
but I can’t even speak to him
because my tongue ties itself
into pretty ribbon bows
because he is a gorgeous jigsaw
and I don’t understand him at all,
even after a million glances.
So I’m dissecting every word he says,
every glance in my direction,
and every casual brush of skin
to try and find subliminal messages
even if there aren’

From Infatuated:

because his hands are big enough
to hold the whole world
and he doesn’t even know
what he wants in them yet.

I wish I could find the courage to crack
my rib cage open for him
and point out all of the ways
that he managed to sneak into my heart
so nothing is misunderstood
or misinterpreted anymore,

-----

Two great pieces by oaklungs 
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words i do not want sit on the tip
of my tongue, so i bite the whole
thing off - crimson droplets fall
from the sky, and i start bleeding
rain

-----

Once Upon a Time by ginnygene 
:thumb423440663:

The girl’s tears were crystals, and as they broke free,
they stabbed her eyes and blinded her,
kissing each with wire and razor teeth.

-----

One Little Thing by Miellat 

You've black eyes, and broken teeth,
and can't stop the spell of cruel words
that burn your eyelids back-to-back
Ink is permanent and flammable,
and someone set off a match

-----

untitled by GeorgiaFern 
:thumb430030053:

i'm sorry that the rain won't fall when i call.
i'm sorry that the sun isn't mine.
i'm sorry that i can't carry the world.
[you never named me atlas.]

-----

kintsugi by forestmeetwildfire 
kintsugiwhen you start to think you are
broken,
think instead
that you are
fragile pottery knocked over
and shattered
but then repaired
with careful hands
and liquid gold
to fill up all the cracks;
think that you are not damaged
but filled with gold,
because something that has
suffered
but survived
is all the more beautiful

when you start to think you are
broken,

think instead
that you are
fragile pottery knocked over
and shattered

-----

Random Poem by iamacooldude17534 
:thumb425965428:

Everyone who is the nicest
Has
Felt
More
Pain
Than Everyone else
They have more holes in their steel hearts.
Their souls are more cracked than my mirror.

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And because I like being random...here is some more art that I just adore:

Make a wish by PetyaPlamenova Sleeping by Phatpuppyart-Studios Forgotten songs by Consuelo-Parra black paper butterfly by LilifIlane binocularDA by SoulcolorsArt I Dream of a Brighter Future by CameoFX Captive ~ Soul Marks Series by ThePix Adoration by CaryAndFrankArts Exile to a silent dance by LuneBleu The spell by sara-hel -+-Waiting in silence-+- by TalviEnkeli :thumb412709530: Good Tidings by Phatpuppyart-Studios Forest-Friends by EnchantedWhispersArt :thumb201123860: Quiet Place by Junaedy-Ponda spam! by SoulcolorsArt

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Anyways, that is all from me today. Well, almost...

Random things I want to ramble about:

- I have started reading The Lost Hero by Rick Riordan and it is absolutely incredible. I love it already and I am only 70 pages in.

- I have ordered both Ignite Me and Unite Me by Tahereh Mafi from The Book Depository. When they arrive in a few weeks (they're not even released properly yet...so I've technically pre-ordered them...but it doesn't really matter, I'm getting them) my whole series will be complete and I can rest easy knowing that I can read every single word over and over again as long as I want. Which will be a long time.

- I have finally tackled my prose writer's block and have written about 8,000 words in the past few days. I am very happy with that. My brain is clearing.

- I am continuing to practice reading my poems aloud. It is going well. I may just post one soon.

- Australia won the first twenty20 match against England, which was good. Although, I don't like their uniforms. They're such a dark green they look almost black. Where's the green and gold? I don't know. These people.

- I have been fiddling around with a form of poetry that I stole from lion-essrampant. She has called it 'First Line Poetry', and you can read her poem and the details of what she did here: fav.me/d71q7ee (I haven't yet mastered the whole link in phrase thingy yet, if you get what I mean, so a simple link will have to suffice until I figure it out). I have already done one and have been playing around with some more too. It's actually a lot of fun. I am going to post that poem once I've figured out how to do the whole link in phrase thingy. Gosh, I'm making no sense again. Sorry.

- I am going to stop now because you guys are surely sick of me rambling on about crap all the time.

Until next time,
Ash :heart:

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Thank you for the feature!! I feel really honoured!! :heart:
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Ooh, what a lovely feature! I'm definitely going to check out these works when I get the time. :) 

On another note, yay for reading The Lost Hero! I love PJatO and the Heroes of Olympus series, I've been reading them since 4th grade and they're my faves! And I also am planning on getting Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi as soon as I have money, haha =P
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Those books are just amazing, aren't they? I started reading PJatO several years ago, but with senior (senior is both years 11 & 12 in Australia, although only 12 counts towards your final mark, which is an OP in Queensland...just random trivia, haha) etc going on I only finished the last one in the early days of 2014. I'm enjoying the Heroes of Olympus series so far. Rick Riordan's just amazing. It's as simple as that.

And oh my God Shatter Me. I might just die right here and now. When I read that book, it blew me away. Even just the opening chapter of Unravel Me had me over the moon with excitement. They are such good books, and Tahereh Mafi is such a great author. Wow. I could go on forever...haha. I'll stop now. ;)

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Thank you for the feature :)
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thank you so so much for the feature!! :heart::rose:
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WOW!!! Thank you so much for the feature, that really means so much to me. <3
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You're most welcome! I've been meaning to feature that poem forever. I absolutely love it. =)
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:heart:

If you want to do the link in phrase, just go: <*a href="(linkhere)">(phrasehere)</*a> but take out the *'s. :D
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Thank you so much for the feature--I really appreciate it. :heart:
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