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Literature
Just Own Yourself (JOY)
A tiny cluster of matter, exploding into awareness as a small flame out into the ever-reaching nothingness. It begins slowly, as a burgeoning star in a nebula, rhythmically dancing energy across its surface like blue flames
cleansing, coursing across the room as molten electricity enraptures neurons with their flamenco. Blues, golds, reds and blacks light the sky
Fireworks of synesthesia
spreading iridescent ochres throughout the darker listless space. Warmth chases coolness as vibrations stir from the core of the being, radiating bursts of sound and colours, resonating JOY.
Like a seed, one can only grow when given light, water and space to grow. if neglected, shunted into the dimmest corner of the harshest rock, few will survive. If damaged, broken and crushed, fewer still.
But if a seed can find, even in a brief moment, light enough to survive, and space enough to grow, then that seed will produce a plant far different to the ones kindly tended. This plant will be hardy and weak, wi
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Literature
Psychogenic Seizures
The stone sinks deeper
Its smooth surface glinting in the light as it
Falls
Falls
Falls
Sucked into an abyss of cerulean and indigo
Where not two moments before
It lay in my hand.
The clothes strangled limbs
Smothering skin, gripping muscles
Making them both stifled and chafed
Each thread of fabric rubbing and cutting
Slicing and shearing
Rashes rush to meet the cloth
Dancing along forearms and underarms
Around shins and behind knees
A contagion that remains nonplussed by discomfort
And mocks the bearer intensely.
The world is spinning but all is numb
Its dizzying array of lights and colours matches the blurry nothingness
Where all dreams come to die and all hopes to wither
There is nothing in this place but confusion and desolation
Irritation and desperation
For as every thought falls, like a stone, into the water,
Never again being able to be accessed,
Every feeling chokes and cleaves the skin from my being
Rubbing the soul raw, and leaving the mind blank.
I need to communicate but n
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Literature
We Are The Helpers
We are the helpers,
The carers of the maimed,
Our journeys balance out the bad,
You may not know our names.
 
The mother welcomed all the kids,
Two lived up the street,
She held them as they often hid,
From those who greet and beat,
Their trembling figures gripped in fear,
But fam’ly never found them here,
As trembling,
As trembling,
She never let the danger near.
 
We are the helpers,
The carers of the maimed,
Our journeys balance out the bad,
You may not know our names.
 
The teacher watched his raucous class,
Dismember one with words,
And took the savage ones to task,
On all that he had heard,
Yet as they left, he told the boy,
That "scum will always try destroy",
Yet as they left,
Yet as they left,
"Don’t let them rob you of your joy".
 
 We are the helpers,
The carers of the maimed,
Our journe
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Literature
DFC 2017: 2. Fact-based Fear
The guru says we should not fear,
For fear shall still the form,
And in its place, naught will appear,
But panic’s torrid storm.
 
‘You must release the harried thoughts’
‘You mustn’t now delay’
‘For in your mind, you will be caught,
And left as humble prey’
 
But how does one release the fear?
The terror in the soul,
How can one hope to safely steer,
Past dangers t’wards a goal?
 
When obstacles amass and plague,
The spirit and the mind,
The guru’s words sound very vague,
And peace one cannot find.
 
‘You must release the harried thoughts’
‘You mustn’t now delay’
‘For in your mind, you will be caught,
And left as humble prey’
 
When illness shreds one from within,
Claiming damaged cells,
One feels no comfort in their skin,
Their body lives in hell.
 
Yet guru says ‘You must believe
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Literature
Leave Us
Paper-like tendrils that drift through the air,
They flutter like hearts that have never been bare,
Like passengers boarding a train to nowhere,
They shake and they shiver and gather in pairs,
Care not for their fallen, their friends cast around,
Their ambers and ochres, their bloodied and brown,
Don’t think of their bodies, as one by one down:
Leaving bones of their keeper and nary a sound.
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Literature
Change
Sometimes change is an eruption, a vast implosion that sees all semblance of life destroyed before its wake. It comes in stages, from the smallest ripple to the most destructive inferno, ripping through buildings like a being possessed. It can be a whisper, a word or a moment, that carries with it the weight of an anvil and the cleave of a scythe. It is written in anger and enacted in rage, with hope’s tendrils weaving around each action as the fire singes all that existed before. There is no more of that old life or old relationship. There is no old you. There is only now.
And what you choose to do with it.
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Literature
The Journey of a Thousand Doors
The corridor is backlit with a thousand darkened hues
With purples and with shades of grey amidst the midnight blues
And as she wanders past the doors, she wonders if it's true
That past their oaken doorframes, there are places bright and new.
As her fingers grasp each handle, the steel cooling to her touch,
All her thoughts attack like buzzards, cleaving as they clutch,
She waits for silent moments, when their noise is not so much,
When thinking gives her clarity to find her journey's crutch.
There may be peace beyond this, where the air is not so thick,
Where each step is not weighed down by a tonne or two of brick,
Perhaps a land of joy and wonder, where no one lingers sick,
It surely cannot be that this is just a heartless trick.
The corridor is what she knows, though she has walked through doors,
She's known at least one happy tale, and felt the warmth before,
The grass beyond one lovely gate allowed her soul to soar,
As sunlight greeted arctic skin and dared her to explore.
Right
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Literature
Fear and Flower Essences
The amber liquid touches tongue
It tingles as it cools
As golden flowers blossom through
Enriching darker pools,
Suddenly her lungs could breathe,
The tension held felt slack,
It was as if she'd just known rain,
But now the sunshine's back!
Like the shifting eye of storms,
This moment could not last,
As droplets danced on tender buds,
She felt light fleeing fast,
Mere moments clutching onto hope
Was all it would afford
Now she inside her bunker’s shell,
Stared sadly as it poured.
Perhaps she would know love again,
The love that captures souls,
When she could leave her heinous cell,
And see her inner gold.
Though terror marked her every move
Its touch a frozen whack,
Perhaps one day, she could believe,
That she'd come fighting back.
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Literature
Our Lives Are Worth The Same As Yours
Hearts beat true beneath the sun,
Its rays cascade ‘cross lovers’ backs
No one could break their gleeful gaze,
A rainbow dance they share for days
Where one soul ends, the other meets,
Matching fingers, hands and feet
And as these people hold their hearts
Above the scorn that deems them part,
One statement shall resound this dawn:
Our lives are worth the same as yours.
 
Dark hands are raised into the light,
As marching figures walk their fight,
No shadow can delay their siege,
They shall not bow before a liege,
Listen to their heartfelt cries!
There are no tricks, there’s no disguise,
And as they step across this ground,
More allies they have often found
For justice cannot be ignored:
Our lives are worth the same as yours.
 
They often do the thankless tasks,
While others in their leisure, bask,
Though they may work, and care for home,
They long to travel, amble – roam,
To have the freedom in a world,
That would not wish a clever girl
Un
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Literature
The World Screams Yes
When vapour clouds rise from the caustic ground
And frenzied voices scream and shatter sound,
No peace comes to the poet sitting here
Surrounded by the vehemence and fear
No! She can’t find a moment’s break from harm
As one by one lift hateful outstretched arms
Their faces fraught with passion and disdain
“How dare they?” chanted loudly once again
“The gays are monsters, they deserve no rights”
Screech those whose love is deemed okay by all
Who only strike to make the smallest fall
And grinning with delight at such a fight.
But what is it that they of No Vote claim?
Why do the homosexuals inflame,
Incense the normal, regular - mundane
To acts and words that cause horrendous pain
To children, teens and adults all alike
Who cannot love Michelle instead of Mike,
They could not choose and now wish just to live,
Without the scorn from those who can’t forgive
When did the love of two adults become
The topic that religious folk abhor?
Why do private m
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Literature
The Freedom That Follows Failure
The colours swirl, they twist and twirl,
Turn mottled, blotchy – grey
As all my safety breaks from that
Which swiftly fades away,
Rejection’s knife has dulled, now blunt
Against my robust hide
And though the fear is keen and near:
I’m peaceful deep inside.
 
For though the failures greet my face
Like biting gale-force winds,
There comes a time when failure’s just
When life begins to win
As chances don’t arrive through safe,
Nor when your comfort peaks.
The turning points in every plot
Are when your spirit speaks!
 
How often we ignore our hearts,
We fight to claim a place,
To walk upon another’s road
And fill another’s space
We’re told to live our lives one way
As if there’s no way else,
But if we step outside those bounds
We may just find ourselves.
 
Perhaps this poem illustrates
The need to persevere,
In spite of all the obstacles,
The failures and the fears,
There is no point in turning back,
The future’s wa
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Literature
Tears To Call Home
Please I beg thee, spare me!
Take what coin I have and
Leave! For I have naught but
Wishes, tears to call home.
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Pride

I AM PROUD

Made with pride by the DeviantArt community BROWSE ALL ART

Are you ready for DFC 2017? 

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A tiny cluster of matter, exploding into awareness as a small flame out into the ever-reaching nothingness. It begins slowly, as a burgeoning star in a nebula, rhythmically dancing energy across its surface like blue flames
cleansing, coursing across the room as molten electricity enraptures neurons with their flamenco. Blues, golds, reds and blacks light the sky
Fireworks of synesthesia
spreading iridescent ochres throughout the darker listless space. Warmth chases coolness as vibrations stir from the core of the being, radiating bursts of sound and colours, resonating JOY.

Like a seed, one can only grow when given light, water and space to grow. if neglected, shunted into the dimmest corner of the harshest rock, few will survive. If damaged, broken and crushed, fewer still.
But if a seed can find, even in a brief moment, light enough to survive, and space enough to grow, then that seed will produce a plant far different to the ones kindly tended. This plant will be hardy and weak, with tough bark and tender leaves. It will bear the most fruit and struggle to hold them up. It will thrive amongst famine and wither in spring. The only way to cease or prevent these unjust contradictions is to consistently connect to JOY, nursing the spirit with netting and stakes and minerals. We forget, in this busy, beautiful and chaotic world of ours, to fertilise and free our spirits. We forget to connect to music and hobbies and love and nature. We forget that by depriving ourselves of consistent JOY, our bodies become oblivious to what JOY is and how it relates to us.


And that sensation of exploding energy, careening through your nervous system like electric heaven,
- warming the organs and stirring the imagination -   that sensation is lost.


Lost to the ever-consuming, ever-devouring grey.
Just Own Yourself (JOY)
A piece I am writing about a few things, namely how joy heals and radiates through a person, how we can be programmed by life trauma to reject joy or deny ourselves it, and how once in a pattern, we can lost the ability to feel it.

Love and Light,

Sam
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The stone sinks deeper
Its smooth surface glinting in the light as it
Falls
Falls
Falls
Sucked into an abyss of cerulean and indigo
Where not two moments before
It lay in my hand.

The clothes strangled limbs
Smothering skin, gripping muscles
Making them both stifled and chafed
Each thread of fabric rubbing and cutting
Slicing and shearing
Rashes rush to meet the cloth
Dancing along forearms and underarms
Around shins and behind knees
A contagion that remains nonplussed by discomfort
And mocks the bearer intensely.

The world is spinning but all is numb
Its dizzying array of lights and colours matches the blurry nothingness
Where all dreams come to die and all hopes to wither
There is nothing in this place but confusion and desolation
Irritation and desperation
For as every thought falls, like a stone, into the water,
Never again being able to be accessed,
Every feeling chokes and cleaves the skin from my being
Rubbing the soul raw, and leaving the mind blank.

I need to communicate but none of it will let me
Because I am having a seizure
And while some people disappear into the electricity and darkness
I am forced to bear witness to the Wonderland-like chaotic monstrosity that is
Psychogenic Seizures.
Psychogenic Seizures
These are seizures of psychological origin. Unlike epilepsy, which is like a power surge burning through a circuit and killing components (lightning storm killing your computer), Psychogenic seizures are like a Blue Screen of Death or BSOD, where the computer overclocks and just shuts shit down. The temporary effects are the same, with mental deficits, pain, unconsciousness, falling, hallucinations, numbness, irritability, confusion, etc except epilepsy can cause lasting damage.

It is like being on a bad drug trip mixed with temporary dementia with a shit load of overstimulation.

This piece is nowhere near my best work, as most of my work lately hasn't been. I am having a lot of seizures and been a bit oblivious as to just how awful my writing has been. I apologise for this.

I guess I just wanted to share what it's like in a typical seizure day for me.
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So I thought I would let you all in on a little secret... 2018 is the year that I finally publish my work. I am going to be creating/releasing two books: 1. A chapbook about the many stages and variations of Love and 2. An anthology based around Transformation. 

If there are any pieces you would like to see in print, please let me know. The floor is yours, chums.

We are the helpers,

The carers of the maimed,

Our journeys balance out the bad,

You may not know our names.

 

The mother welcomed all the kids,

Two lived up the street,

She held them as they often hid,

From those who greet and beat,

Their trembling figures gripped in fear,

But fam’ly never found them here,

As trembling,

As trembling,

She never let the danger near.

 

We are the helpers,

The carers of the maimed,

Our journeys balance out the bad,

You may not know our names.

 

The teacher watched his raucous class,

Dismember one with words,

And took the savage ones to task,

On all that he had heard,

Yet as they left, he told the boy,

That "scum will always try destroy",

Yet as they left,

Yet as they left,

"Don’t let them rob you of your joy".

 

 We are the helpers,

The carers of the maimed,

Our journeys balance out the bad,

You may not know our names.

 

 A simple day out on the sea,

In kayaks long and bright,

The children paddled cheerfully,

And soon were out of sight,

But two remained, and one fell out,

As drowning, other turned about,

Still two remained,

Still two remained,

With one oar, paddled two souls out.

 

 We are the helpers,

The carers of the maimed,

Our journeys balance out the bad,

You may not know our names.

 

You may not ever learn our names,

But you will know us, all the same.

We Are The Helpers
A piece for the wonderful Birthday Contest: Helpers by the amazing LiliWrites .

These are three factual stories, slightly edited. The first two are stories of those who helped me immeasurably, the last is a story about something I did. That kid never did speak of it again, and that's totally fine. Knowing he didn't drown in Auckland Harbour at the age of 12 is all I really needed.

Love and Light,

:heart: Sam
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DFC! Fan Fiction Freakout! And Many Others!

Journal Entry: Sun Dec 3, 2017, 5:02 PM


Hey everyone!

So I know I have been a bit aloof of late, mostly due to illness and exhaustion. But I wanted you to know that there are a few amazing challenges happening currently!

Firstly...

1. DFC 2017 HAS BEGUN @ ProjectDFC !


Back for its 9th year of running, DFC 2017 focuses on 31 forms that our group hasn't ever done before, arranged in a large pdf chart for your convenience. Its premise? Create one piece in each given form for the designated day in December.

Here, my friends, is the journal that MagicalJoey lovingly created for it, because she is wonderful and amazing and lovely:







And here is the chart that I created, mostly out of sadism, spite and perseverance:



DFC 2017 Form Chart by kiwi-damnation


Secondly...


2. Fan Fiction Freakout IS HERE @ Prose-ject !


Fan Fiction Freakout is a beautiful invention from MagicalJoey , where prose writers delve into the world of fanfiction and discover more about their writing and their voice by utilising pre-existing characters and settings. There is a lot of bad fanfiction out there, and our aim is to help you create good fanfiction.

Here is the journal in all MagicalJoey 's wondrous glory:






And yes, MagicalJoey does have a love/obsession with Lucy Lawless. And no one can blame her :heart:


Thirdly...


3. Ogura Hyakunin Isshu @ CRLiterature 


I am late on this but you can still get into the tail end of this challenge. Please read the journal for all info from akrasiel






4. LiliWrites and her Birthday Contest: Helpers


The whole premise? Helpers. Where there is smoke, there is fire and where there is fire, there are fire-fighters. Her contests is about real-life stories either involving you or someone you know, helping other people. Good luck everyone!






5. Zara-Arletis ' Elevator Pitch Contest


You might have an amazing manuscript, but struggle to sell it. Why? Your pitch is lengthy, uninspiring and tedious. Learn how to deliver the perfect pitch below:







6. LadyLincoln and Lung Cancer Awareness: Searching for the Light


As many of you know, Jenene is an important and incredible member of our Lit community, dedicating time, energy and love to our world of words. She is hosting a contest with Lung Cancer Awareness as the topic. 

Read more below:











That is it from me, I hope you are all well. Please consider entering any of these challenges and contests. They will make you a better writer, and in LiliWrites ' case, remind you of how beautiful the world can actually be.

Love and Light everyone,


:heart: Sam


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Hey guys! I'm Sam a.k.a kiwi-damnation.

I am a massage therapist by day and artist by night. I love to create in many different ways and especially enjoy the incredible world of fixed form poetry. I run a group ProjectDFC devoted to preserving the art of fixed form poetry and bringing you all along for the ride.

Seriously though, I love dA and all it represents and I look forward to reading/gazing upon all of your art. You all amaze me. Thank you for the privilege of sharing this journey with you.

Aaaaand you can find my photography on kiwi-damnation-stock

Adios amigos!
Interests

Commissions

Poetry
Give me a topic and a fixed form that you would like and I will create something specially for you.
Fractals
Give me your favourite colours or a shape or an idea you would like and I will do my best to create it for you.

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DamhsoirBreacadh Featured By Owner Dec 8, 2017   Writer
Thank you so much for the fav! :hug:
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MadPrinceFeanor Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2017  Professional Writer
Also, :glomp: :heart:
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kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner Dec 7, 2017   Writer
Hehe :huggle:
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Annaivri Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Happy birthday! :party:
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kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2017   Writer
Thank you :)
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Annaivri Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
You're welcome. :aww:
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birthdays Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2017
:woohoo: :party: :iconcakelickplz: !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! :iconcakelickplz: :party: :woohoo:

It's October 28th which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!

Many well wishes and love from your friendly birthdays team :love:

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kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2017   Writer
Thank you :)
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OneWithTheStars Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy, happy birthday!  I hope it's been swell.  :)
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kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2017   Writer
It's been good :)
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Happy birthday, :iconkiwi-damnation:!
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kiwi-damnation Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2017   Writer
Thank you :D
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Ren-Kadoogan Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Anything for you! :)
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday, darling girl. I hope your day was beautiful :heart:
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