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WELL IT LOOKS LIKE NOBODY IS POSTING THEIR DESIGNATED JOURNALS

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Calling all those who have submitted!

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THAT'S ALL!

CONTEST IS OVER ON ACCOUNT OF TOMORROW BEING MY BIRTHDAY

GET YOUR SUBMISSIONS IN TODAY
Hi guys, so sorry this is so late. I have many excuses, non valid. Enjoy some amazing literature from September!

Poetry:

Game.Shake the dice, let it fall.
It's all a game, toss the ball.
You get hurt, you get kicked down.
You stand back up and claim your crown.
Your cards are dealt, play them right.
Get in the ring, win the fight.
It isn't easy, it's all a test.
The pressures on, try your best.
Life's a game, have fun with it.
Toss the dice, and don't you quit.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
:thumb401530313: The Ravages of TimeThe Ravages of Time never cease to do what they must,
ageing and changing, degrading from clay to dust.
So how do you expect to win if Time is taking a toll?
Your armies will crumble and stumble, withering as a whole.
What power could dare defy the Lord of Time?
What proof do you need to see that it is sublime?
Your life is but a candle that your parents lit;
time's taking a deep breath, exhales - and that's it.
Old wave song.Lost souls walk along an abandoned beach,
sometimes as students, other times to teach.
Perpetually questioning, yearning for truth,
never satisfied, chasing their youth.
Their feet embedded into the golden sand,
some roam alone, others hand in hand.
leaving their footprints, as they move on ahead,
waves crashing down, drenched in dread.
Above them hover the vastness of dreams,
illusions, perceptions, changing what it seems.
Some believe, some choose to ignore,
some lost souls, even go to war.
They begin to grow tired, slow and weary,
Dark waves engulf those, weak and dreary.
Others stay strong, and walk on along,
Waltzing in a line, to the old wave song.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
Help meWhy am I too blind to see the light?
Why do I hate to say goodbye?
Why do I fear the dark at night?
Why did I ever tell a lie?
Why?
 (can't I see the light)
Why?
 (hate to say goodbye)
Why?
 (fear the dark at night)
Why?
 (did I tell all these lies)
When did I lose my sight?
When did I grow afraid of saying goodbye?
When did I learn to fear the night?
When was the first time I told a lie?
Help me!
 (please be my light)
Help me!
 (please don't say goodbye)
Help me!
 (please end my night)
Help me!
 (please don't tell me lies)
And may our worlds collide,
I will just stand and fight!
But may our words collide,
I would rather be a coward..
Don't leave me, you are my light.



Prose:

:thumb402676794: Exchanging Secrets For Songs    “C’mon, just one song,” he pleaded, putting his hand on her leg as if that alone would sway her.  He didn’t know how much it did.
    Brandon had just found her guitar.  After two years of dating, he knew so much about her.  She had an incredibly intense love of music, green eyes that sparkled like the brightest of New Mexico’s stars, light blonde hair that fell into place at a whim, and a laugh that was so perfect in tone and feeling.  She was a hot-headed 19-year-old dreamer, and she had the most enthralling and passionate way of viewing the world as something so different than the average person.  Everything she did was fueled by an ardor and enthusiasm that Brandon could only view as something entirely exhausting, but it was by far her most unique characteristic.
    He knew all these things about her, and he had only just discovered her guitar.
   &
Kiss Me                                                           ‘Together we were made’
                                                                                     - The Feeling.
                                                ‘I know the only thing I've ever found
                                        that’s greater than it always sounds is love’

                                                                                     - White Lies.
Michael gently covers my eyes with his left hand and carefully directs me forwards by holding onto my side with his right. What is he up to this time? All I know is he instructed me to put on my best dress and meet him at the bottom of the stairs. I opted for my bright red knee-length dress that he bought for me last Christmas. I even curled the ends of my dark brown hair and touched up my make-up as he seemed to be planning something special. I can’t help but giggle as he gui
Never Let Him Look South WestThe distance between Dublin and Boston is approximately 3000 miles. You told me this when you were staring south west with the kind of madness I have only seen in sailor’s eyes when they lived in lighthouses too small for their giant ship dreams. It should have worried me, that glint in your eyes. I just dismissed it as one of your navigational tantrums.
When we went to the pub later that evening, you told me I should have the fish and chips, but the way you like it, with more vinegar and no tartar sauce. I said that made it too salty, and you told me that was how real sailors ate their fish. My reactions always were slow to your behavior. I believe the expression ‘at sea’ was applied more often than not when you spoke.
I never thought that the walks you mentioned on the beach when we were children had any more to the idea than the romance of it all. So when you told me you belonged to the sea, I thought you were talking about your soul.
It never truly meant anything
Between SunsTo see infinity, you only need to look at a clear sky.
To experience infinity, you need to explore space.
 - L.F. Odt
The ship's engine sent a monotone hum throughout the whole vessel, that could even be heard on its other end; in the cockpit. The pilot was not doing much, he only occasionally glanced at the displays and lights on various consoles. His main attention was more concentrated on a movie he was watching in his mind. Still, when one of the lights started flickering accompanied by a low sound, he immediately turned towards the console in front of him. He glanced over one of the displays and muttered "Mess for Cap", to nobody in particular before leaning back in his char and continuing the movie.
Somewhere else on the ship, a speaker came to live and repeated the pilot's words. Near it, there were three people playing a game that looked like a mixture of chess, ludo and poker. The three players were all male. One of them looked quite

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