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Dear Members of My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink , Understood-Accepted , ProjectDFC and Prose-ject ,

I regret to inform you all that our beloved founder/cofounder/affiliate/friend/inspiration MagicalJoey has tragically left us. Her mother posted a Facebook post on the 7th of September, announcing that our beautiful Jo passed away during the night and will no longer grace us with her awesome.

I only found out about this a few hours ago and I am still reeling from shock. I want you to know that there will be some sort of memoriam event on here, once I and others have gathered ourselves and made arrangements.

As many will know, Joey suffered from a lot of internal anguish, and though I don't know how she's come to pass over, I do know that her beautiful soul can at least find some peace. Please join me in honouring our friend and colleague, Jo, by reading her work and talking about her life. She was very special to many of us, and touched hundreds of lives. 

I will miss you so much my friend. You were a light and we are dimmer for having lost you.

:heart: Sammy


I'm a Writer
I'm a Writer
17-02-11
I'm a writer who wraps words around her hands,
Transcribing them onto pieces of paper paler
Than the skin holding the words.
I catch words in my fishing nets,
And they slither and slide slimy and skittish.
Each one is gently grabbed and washed
Until they are slithery skittish words waiting to be devoured;
No more slime or grime, it's time to write.
Each word is taken from its tank
And placed upon the page with careful thought.
Sometimes they are rearranged,
Short words become hidden behind long eels
And so sentences need restructuring.
Some words aren't used and are thrown back.
Maybe next time they are caught they will be needed.
I'm a writer who wraps slimy, slithering, skittish words
Around the pieces of paper where they belong;
Creating poems and stories where there were none,
And loving every minute of it, even if the smell of the words
Sometimes brings tears cascading from my eyes
To stain my shirt.
      Waiting
Waiting
8-02-11
I locked up my heart in a cage of safekeeping,
Because all it was doing was wailing and weeping.
It hurt all the time because of people like you,
But I thought you were different, I thought you were true.
I gave you the key that unlocked the cage
Where my heart lay broken and withered with age.
Gently you removed it, and love was born,
Then you put it back because it was battered and torn.
Now I'm scared to trust anyone else,
Scared to remove my heart from the shelf.
It hangs in its cage like keys on a chain,
Waiting for someone to hold it again.
     The Silent Cry
The Silent Cry
27-01-11
Sometimes, although no words are uttered,
If you listen, really listen,
You can hear someone's heart crying out for help.
It's hurting, they're hurting, even though they won't say a word.
They won't admit the feelings burning inside like acid reflux,
Or to the emotions drowning them in ammonia.
Only a keen observer can see a crying heart;
Expressions become blanked out – once starry
Eyes are dull and bleak.
Emotions disappear – they feel
Nothing...a few levels below numb.
And all this can happen subconsciously in defence,
Because they could simply be afraid that you would hurt them.
If you can't ask for help and are silently begging for it,
Try not to push away those who can read between the lies
And see behind your eyes into the parts of you where the hurt sits.
They will prop you up if you let them,
Until you are able to walk with confidence again
      Thank You Friends
Thank You Friends
23-01-11
She's tired of being alone;
Of not having that someone
Who loves her despite the scars,
Loves her despite her past,
Loves her beyond the outside, the cover.
She's tired of not getting flowers
From someone who loves her enough
To buy them, even if there is no 'occasion' to celebrate.

She's tired of having no money;
Of always having to beg
Despite her parents' embarrassment.
She wants to be able to buy her dog a bed,
Buy herself groceries,
But her family cannot afford it
And neither can she – unless
She sells cushions
Or someone needs proofreading.

She's tired of having to beg
Her online friends
From other countries,
But she needs to.
Do you know how that hurts her pride?
K.O – her pride lies on the floor,
Probably dead not just knocked to the ground.

She's tired of being the family problem.
But she has a dog depending on her survival
So she will not leave this world
Until it is her time.
She will not listen to th
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Outcast GospelFreshly disowned in some frozen devotion, I prayed my mind.
Mustering some tender charm, not a trace of me would argue
about what my hands and my body done.
No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony,
no better version of me I could pretend to be tonight.
In some sad way I already know I walk my days on a wire.
If the heavens ever did speak, it's carried by the sneering menagerie - 
thrown here or found, to freeze or to thaw.
I knew that something would always rule me;
our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it.
Those who figure justice in fond memory: witness me.
I know who I am when I'm alone.
[re]actionFear paralyses the sensible
like a poison,
corrupting bloodstreams as it
spreads though veins.
It grips the nervous system
sinks in its claws,
strangles logic and
prompts that knee-jerk reaction.
Patients strike out blindly
not thinking where their punches land
or of the fallout that follows;
shaking hands and broken relationships.
The only course of treatment
is a prescription of knowledge, three times a day.
A remedy for gaps in experience.
Further doses of action and compassion to be administered as necessary.    

numbers + figures =/= everythingFor as long as I can remember
they have spoken of how the entire universe
can be simplified into equations;
e equals mc squared, pi, soh cah toa.
 
They speak as if the universe
is something to be solved,
not experienced.
 
Their equations do not factor in
human nature; how humans by and large
navigate by emotion,
not logic or proofs.
 
It’s an order constrained by rules
and one fundamentally flawed
when applied to anything
with a heart of its own.
When monsters roar, I roar louderThey are very clear on how I should behave.
 
I am to move with poise, like a tight-rope walker, and make no noise when someone plucks the line.
[they like watching me fall.]
I am to be intelligent, but not show it. They don’t like it when you’re smarter than them.
[not that it matters if I am, they won’t give me the job anyway.]
I am to entice men with my smile, but not too much. After all, whatever happens to me is my fault.
[if a man chooses me, I am to shatter at the touch but love every moment of it. If I choose a man, I’m something impure, contaminated like wastewater.]
 
I am to be beautiful and elegant and silent, like a poppy flower.
[but poppy flowers are the daughters of Gaia and Ares; they thrive in the dirt, and grow in the battlefields. I find joy running in mud and digging through earth; I feel alive with my hands in boxing gloves.]
So I resisted.
So they insisted.  They demanded that I be gentle, weak, f

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Name of Image A letter to YouSometimes you write of darkness
that spills from your fingertips,
As naturally as the prints
marring your hands
As if pain has become more recognizable to you
than your own fingerprints.
You say that you're unlovable.
You say that you're a disappointment.
and god knows the things you tell yourself
that no one ever hears.
And though we are just strangers,
I want to tell you that
You're Wrong.
You may call yourself Destruction,
but there's nothing wrong with rainbowed gasoline.
Without it, those scraps of metal would never find freedom on the concrete.
 And truck stops
are a driver's second home.
A place to rest their weary hearts
and find the energy to keep moving forward.
and I know, I know, I know
what it's like when Sadness becomes routine
and your hands keep shaking from the coldness inside you.
I'm not sure if the sun is shining,
But if it isn't
I'll make a canvas of the walls
to try and bring it back.
And I'm sorry if this comes out sounding awkward
(I've never been good at t
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Name of Image I Love You AnywayStop thinking you can never fail;
It deprived you of your smile.
Why is your self-esteem so frail?
What have you done that's so vile?
 
So you got mad at somebody;
Stop thinking you can never fail.
Emotions don't make you shoddy;
Please cast off your self-loathing veil.
 
You want to cry? Go ahead, wail!
Your tears have been locked up too long!
Stop thinking you can never fail!
You say it makes you weak? You're wrong!
 
I'm sorry. I just wish you'd see
That being human does entail
Mistake after mistake, so please
Stop thinking you can never fail. 
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Name of Image A few hundred yearsA few hundred years ago
light descended when he awoke,
the blanket of stars he uncloaked,
and his kaleidoscope of colours many adorned.
dark radiated when she was born
and he hid behind the sea as she yawned,
peeking at the constellations of her robe.
i sat by the shore,
just after he spoke goodnight
and just before she said hello.
many saw his greatness alone
and millions saw her beauty grow.
but few understood that unspoken bond.
some days felt a little longer
as he lingered around the sea
just so he could catch one glimpse.
once in a few hundred years,
where many talked about
but few has seen.
when time and space allowed
him to meet the beauty he peeked,
and her to meet the light that she needs.
he chased after her,
while she waited patiently
to feel his warmth over her iced skin.
as they embraced and kissed,
the world engulfed in darkness
with a silver line of light.
before the time ends
he held her dear for the last time,
till another few hundred years.
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Name of Image AirYou took me into your care
        How are you doing today?
            It's just like any boring day
            But the package is on its way
            Pick that up for me, kay?
        Are you eating well?
            Actually had a horrible spell
            But I'm craving some honeybell
            If you could get that, it would be swell.
        Will you be coming home late again?
            Got a meeting with the boss, Blaine
            But I have an appointment later with client Jane
    
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Tara-LaCroix Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Hi everybody. Thank you for letting me join the group :)
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MagicalJoey Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Pleasure :)
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spiritofthewoodlands Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
F2U Red Rose Thank you very much for allowing me into your group and have a lovely day! F2U Red Rose 
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MagicalJoey Featured By Owner Sep 21, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
It's great to have you :)
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spiritofthewoodlands Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much! :huggle:
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Tevo77777 Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2017  Student Writer
If I had an emotional poetry that involved swearing, would it still go in the emotional section, or would it have to go in the mature section?

It's not about sex, it's just really upset.
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MagicalJoey Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Mature, for language :)
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Tevo77777 Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2017  Student Writer
Thanks so much!
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MagicalJoey Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Pleasure :)
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randomMeAndBob Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello. I accidentally submitted a deviation that wasn't mine into the group gallery and it was accepted. I thought I was on my deviation page when I had been submitting it groups and only realized afterwards the mistake.
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