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Magic of Memories Comp Winners

Journal Entry: Sat Jan 12, 2013, 6:35 PM

FIRST PLACE:


=LadyofGaerdon
This Strange World That No Longer Contains YouThey say I'm like you. I hope they're right. They've been saying it for a long time.
My parents always wonder how they ended up with such a polite, demure, sweet, pure little thing. Though of course you and everyone else know what a hellion I can be. But I certainly didn't get any of those aforementioned positive qualities from them. I have you to thank for those.
You raised the entire family and handfuls of our friends. You are Grama to the entire town. But you're my Grama, (even if you're really my great-grandmother), and I was the lucky one out of all of us who seems to have taken after you.
They tell me I'm positive. I'm strong. I'm resilient. I'm not sure I see it. But they said the same about you, and I certainly saw that. They say I'm taking news of your death positively, because I'm glad that even though I was not present, my friends were, your other grandchildren, yours because they were mine. Or perhaps the other way around. I'm sure your cooking earned me more than my


=LadyofGaerdon will recieve:
(+) 1000 points from `KathrynODriscoll (sent)
(+) 150 points from `LadyLincoln (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) A journal feature from `TwiggyTeeluck
(+) 5 critiques from ~NotenSMSK
(+) 5 faves from ~NotenSMSK
(+) 15 points from ~NotenSMSK
(+) 75 points from ~wyldhoney (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) 30 points from =SofiaHiggins (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) 100 points from *Amanda-Graham (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) 100 points from ~trueshinken (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) 3 constructive comments/critiques from ~WorldWar-Tori
(+) A feature from ~WorldWar-Tori
(+) 50 points from ~WorldWar-Tori


SECOND PLACE:


*glossolalias
hermanitayou said mami named you out of the grabbag,
one painted green-white-red and blaring brass:
pick three, we need two for the middle,
mexican female protagonist with hope
and beauty
and something easy at the front,
something gringos can say.

ruffled hair, dyed black by my hands,
you twisted and spat,
sometimes i wanna go by esperanza;
screw sandra cisneros,
the tin way others say it,
it's a beautiful name but you'd still call me maria,
everyone would.

so i told you, maybe,
maybe everyone would but it's okay to be maria—
as long as you don't pick bella
i'll still say i'm your brother.

you laughed like crackling static,
raw thr


*glossolalias will recieve:
(+) 500 points from `KathrynODriscoll (sent)
(+) 100 points from `LadyLincoln (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) A journal feature from `TwiggyTeeluck
(+) 3 critiques from ~NotenSMSK
(+) 3 faves from ~NotenSMSK
(+) 10 points from ~NotenSMSK
(+) 25 points from ~wyldhoney (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) 15 points from =SofiaHiggins (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) 50 points from *Amanda-Graham (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) 50 points from ~trueshinken (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) 3 constructive comments/critiques from ~WorldWar-Tori
(+) A feature from ~WorldWar-Tori
(+) 50 points from ~WorldWar-Tori

THIRD PLACE:


~Kupo9089
DreamersShe reminds me that she's a dreamer

Her right hand delicately grips a pencil
as she's working equations on a TI-89 with her left
She looks up at me and smiles,
and there are stars, meteors,
spanning across the cosmos of her expression

her countenance reminds me to look up at the chalkboard
that's attempting to teach me how
to make verses sing from pages in a plain 8 by 11 notebook
and I am only armed with
a .7 pencil and a purple pen,
stolen from my older sister's pencil pouch

My hands are inches away from hers
from the desks side by side
like cars parallel parked on a side road
her equations confuse me

until she flips the


~Kupo9089 will recieve:
(+) 250 points from `KathrynODriscoll (sent)
(+) 50 points from `LadyLincoln (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) A journal feature from `TwiggyTeeluck
(+) 2 critiques from ~NotenSMSK
(+) 2 faves from ~NotenSMSK
(+) 5 points from ~NotenSMSK
(+) 15 points from =SofiaHiggins (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) 25 points from *Amanda-Graham (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) 50 points from ~trueshinken (via donation pool) (sent)
(+) 3 constructive comments/critiques from ~WorldWar-Tori
(+) A feature from ~WorldWar-Tori
(+) 50 points from ~WorldWar-Tori


HONOURABLE MENTIONS


In no particular order
Flutterings' Literature Competition #14 -Entry-Your roses were beautiful that day. But you and I knew roses were only roses, like any other rose. You painted the door to your room red because of me. Because I love red roses. Because I love red in general and out of all the doors which are white, gray, made of wood or metal, you never forget a red door. What's behind it. Covering my eyes with both your hands and walking me there just to reveal the beautiful cherry red door, was the best gift you could've given me.
It's funny. Most of the red doors I see now, belong to exits. Sometimes I imagine myself walking through them and straight back into your arms. An exit out of this dream they c
  How can you love my panda hands?You find the wizards hiding in curtains
where I see nothing. You peer with clear eyes
and spy damsels in combat with dragons.

I talk of numbers and quotas and keys
you are selfless and selfish and loving
jumbled together 'til you're all I can see.

You took my world of hard angles and lines

And you showed me the beauty in blank space.
  Remember NovemberYour name is scrawled on this headstone
Somewhere underneath rest your bones

But for all I know
You’re off dancing somewhere in Italy
Tossing fistfuls of petunias in the air
Spreading dandelion seeds in the wind

For all I know
You’re dangling your legs from a swing
Mouth open in silent mirth
Toes touching the point of the nearest star

For all I know
You’re running past the tall grass
Through the sun-baked sand to the ocean’s edge
Racing the water

While I’ll hit this dusty road
Set foot on a path
I never knew I would have to forge

Sometimes dandelion seeds scatter across the asphalt
From the yellow flowers
  learning to hear the unspokeni hear your pencil
drag atop the paper
and subtle breaths drawn.

i wonder, as i
let my mind wander
down winding paths
and through lonely fields.

trees are barren.
the frost nips at your heels
when you walk too slow.

every release from my
heavy lungs
looks like smoke.

i hesitate to speak,
afraid the words will waft away
never reaching the crook of your neck
where i want them to nest.

"i love you," is all i can muster -
never feeling it weighs enough.

i imagine a tongue
unwoven, unbound;
i pretend that my heart
is full of profound
words -
unheard by angel,
by beast.

my head is wrapped
in thick fog;
though, i fancy it with feathers
in fli
  resplendentyou sit beside me, it is morning; we are
dream-sunk and tangled in your sheets
honey warm, and slow-breathing, lips purple
in the bluish glow of dawn, barely cracked:

you sit beside me; it is morning
and the bluebells wake in fields we can’t see
from your backyard,

and the dawn lends its relucent glow to my skin--
and soon we are both scantily dressed in a coat of sun.
we croon in discussion about
your parents, about bad teenage poetry,
about the earth that bloomed
while we were not paying attention.

it is morning,
and you are limpid before my eyes.
you sit beside me; and there is
a comfortable silence ringing
in our ears, entertaine


The honourable mentions will recieve:
( + ) 50 pointfrom `KathrynODriscoll (sent)
( + ) A critique and a favourite from ~NotenSMSK
( + ) 5 points from *Amanda-Graham (sent)


ALL OTHER ENTRIES


Check these out because everyone who entered presented something unique and wonderful in a variety of different ways:

The most important questionOh love,

You are a summer's breeze
(playful, soothing)
smoothing the lines from my time-worn face.

You are the sheltering shade
(peaceful, calming)
stilling the roiling eddies of this broiling life.

Each night,
laconic, draconic,
I curl up around you (my love, my priceless treasure),
but I'm all smoke, no flame.
The heavy silence is banished by your steady breath,
and the shadows are no match for the light behind your eyes.
Even my thoughts still,
unable to flutter,
caught in the amber of your assurance,
of such rightness as to take my breath away.

That I could let our silence be my symphony -  
That I could wear these
Up in the starsI remember those nights...
Those beautiful summer nights.
By your side.

I remember those kisses...
Those extraordinary kisses of yours.
With you.

I remember those hugs...
Those comfortable hugs of yours.
You were warm.

Now... All those moments
Are up there, darling.
Up in the stars.

The best days of my life
Are up there...
Up in the stars.

I wish that one day...
Our souls can meet up again...
Up there.
Up in the stars.

Oh dear, you were the best.
The best that could've happen to me.
But now... Those memories
Are up there...
Up in the stars.

I hope you're happy.
As I was with you.
But now, my happiness
Is up there...
The Man that StayedYou are to me the man that stayed. The one that still lives in my heart.

Not like that drafty man of my past I admired so wildly. He was gone before weeks end. Because I called and told him I had the feeling something was not all right about our relationship. He just decided that maybe the whole relationship was not all right then. Or maybe that something about me was not all right, as I got difficult.

No, you stayed through my complaints, my insecurities about my feelings. Through my ranting about most likely just anything. My me being difficult. You stayed and listened to my complaints and my broken-hearted feelings, though you didn't und
Soaring, FallingTired love songs sing
That one falls in love.
But in truth,
together, we soared.

We flew in joy
Above the white clouds.
We laughed freely together
As we looked down.

But slowly, your hand slipped.
I knew the truth, but I did not speak.
Then you let go with the words
"I don't love you anymore"

And I fell, slowly drifting down.
I was but snowy ash,
A mere remnant of a flame.
And slowly, oh so slowly, I still. Fall.
Non-Judgemental and Non-PrejudicedNon-Judgemental and Non-Prejudiced
5-1-13

You’re an angel with broken wings,
Yet you still try to help me fly
And shelter me when storms flash
And flood.

You’re an angel with problems of your own,
Yet you still try to sort out mine
Filing them properly and giving suggestions of hope
In a hopeless place.

You’re an angel who’s dying to die,
Yet you sat over Christmas
Telling me to consider family and friends
Who would miss me;
Non-judgemental and non-prejudiced.

Listening to my tirade of woes,
You put aside your own
To lend a listening ear
And a hug.

And I know that in the future,
Should I ever need those wings for
Intergenerationali.

I scribbled unicorns for my mother
and colored in mandala patterns
for my father,
but rarely got an extra glance
for my artistic endeavors.
I put them on my bedroom walls
instead of our blank white refrigerator,
where I could be proud of myself
(since no one would be so for me).

ii.

He’s late on the first day
of class, and I’m not sure
what I’m getting into. It’s the only class
that takes the full hour and a half
and doesn’t even touch the syllabus.

The room is too large for us;
he swings an arm and invites us all closer
before diving right into the first book
of the semester.

I still don’t know wh
amor vincit omnia - read descriptionIn nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti

My dear heart,

Forlorn have I found myself drifting between Scylla and Charybdis, ne'er a comforting pasture on which I may reside myself and my lonely wearisome soul, set adrift onward to the path of no return... I ache inside, so blistered is my plight, dearest, that I am unable to describe this gnawing thorn edging its way through my already ruptured spine - Alas, I am unable to fight it no longer.

Suffice to say my love, you would have out grown me, for I was always in your eyes a cynical old Bard, constantly badgering you with praise o'er your finesse and elegance; alas, my heart, my dear h
Recipe for Two People in LoveIngredients:
1 overly attached friend
1 teaspoon of trust issues
A handful of exes
2 cups full of tears
2 cups of disappointment
Rage and sorrow to taste
1 jar of true love

Directions:
Start with the exes. Add them one at a time to the pan. Slowly poor in the cups of disappointment. Sift it all together. When it looks incredibly painful and about to fall apart, add the tears and vigorously combine it all together. Check for taste; it should be incredibly sour. Add an overly attached friend and a teaspoon of trust issues. Bring it to a boil. When it's about to explode, add the jar full of true love.
Let it rest.
Serve with a side d


All entries will receive an in-depth comment from me. All future literature competitions I run will be posted at #LitLoveCommunity.


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:iconladylincoln:
`LadyLincoln Feb 1, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Congratulations to all of the winners! (Forgiving my late response) :heart:
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:iconkathrynodriscoll:
`KathrynODriscoll Feb 8, 2013  Student Writer
:D
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:icontitoroxas-cotouchiha:
~TitoRoxas-CotoUchiha Jan 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Even though I didn't won, I'm very proud of having participated. Congratulations to the winners, you did deserved it.
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:iconkathrynodriscoll:
`KathrynODriscoll Jan 16, 2013  Student Writer
:tighthug:
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:iconthedorsai:
*TheDorsai Jan 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much.
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:iconnotensmsk:
~NotenSMSK Jan 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Congrats to the winners :la:
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:iconshehrozeameen:
~shehrozeameen Jan 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:) I'm grateful for participating. So its all good. :)

It was a well held contest - thank you.
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:iconkathrynodriscoll:
`KathrynODriscoll Jan 16, 2013  Student Writer
You are so welcome, thank you for participating :D
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:iconshehrozeameen:
~shehrozeameen Jan 17, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Your welcome. Honestly.
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:iconhfeather53:
*Hfeather53 Jan 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much. <3
Congratulations to the winners! (I greatly appreciate the critique on the poem btw.)
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