I'm listing the ones I'm judging and/or providing a prize for.


is hosting the above contest that I am both offering a poem as a prize and judging in. Please look for more information here fav.me/n97991 or ceara-finn24.deviantart.com/jo…

The deadline is fast upon us!! Some categories do not even have entries and there's tons of fabulous prizes!!! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR????

A place to put the names of people who've featured my work this week. Liable to update as journals go up and come down.

This week -
featured a couple of my works here! sharikaye.deviantart.com/journ…

I 've started collaborations again, I will do them as I have time.
Collaborations are open again! If you want me to write for your pictures, please send me a note with either the links of the ones you wish me to write poems for, or just tell me to play in your gallery. If you do tell me to play in your gallery, please let me know if there are any pictures you do -not- want me to write for.
I already know has given me free rein to play in her gallery, whenever and as much as I want. Thank you!! ( So have and ) , thank you guys!!!
If I've written for you before and you wish me to continue, please send me a note, so I can keep track of who I have an open invitation from!
Again, I thank you all for allowing me to write for you, it means a lot to me!! And I've had a blast doing it!
Tia

First, I have to feature the winners from ' double holiday contest!
Colors of Christmas
1st Christmas time lovinyou smile
like a candy cane--
pearly whites curve
between rosy reds,
and when you kiss me
it's all peppermint and
love,
and our breath escapes
in spirals and weaves
through the snowflakes
toward the stars.
2nd: the colors of christmasone day we'll take apart the planet--
paint it in our favorite colors,
the colors of christmas.
green for me,
because it's the color of life, and luck,
and poetic lies.
and red for you,
because--
it's
you.
one day we'll tear down the sky,
one day we'll kill the kings,
one day--
we will be dragons.
---
oh let's make that day today,
come slip inside my dreams and my delirium.
or stand behind the glass
and watch
me
go.
i'm painting over my blank skull walls,
painting them with rose bushes and romance
all red and green,
the colors of christmas...
just like you said...
---
i'll come and find you i swear.
just look for me in the clouds,
look for me in the moon
and in the blackbirds that swarm the skies
in their flocks of ten thousand and two.
i swear i'll come for you.
---
i'm waiting for you,
i'm waiting for you,
i'm waiting for you still.
now all i think about are your promises and your poetry,
and i every night i dream
of the day that we become dragons.
you'll be green,
beca
3rd: Winter WonderlandSnow blankets the fields that once were green
This Winter Wonderland which can be seen
Creating starkness in a shade of white
We gaze in awe upon this sight
Snowflakes drifting slowly to the ground
                     Floating softly without a sound
                     Placing shapes upon this earth
                     Filling hearts with Winter's mirth
All wrapped in garb to keep us cosy
Of joyous laughter and cheeks so rosy
We make snow-angels in the snow
Such sheer delight with eyes aglow
Snowballs flying through the air
As children play without a care
Shrieks of glee flow on the breeze
Another memory our hearts will seize
And when the day is finally done
We say far
4th: Colors of ChristmasThe bell ding-ding-dings. Lunch is over. Her classmates slide off the cold swings and run into the school, glad for warmth and crayons. The girl can't think why they'd rather hear stories about snow, even if it is about the Gingerbread Man. Wouldn't they rather still be in the snow?
Obviously no one is of a like mind, so she hides under the slide, feeling the frozen poky bark of the playground. Snow falls around her, just outside her shelter. It's close enough to touch, but far away enough that she doesn't have to feel it but can still appreciate it. She likes is this way. It's almost better than sitting in the backseat with her mother driving in the pouring rain, and waking up to her own bed in the morning with no remembrance of falling asleep, just a feeling of warmth.
Maybe she can walk to the espresso stand across the school. No one is out, and she's beginning to get cold. Her mother's driven her up there before, so she follows the road they take in the grassy ditch leading to the

The Nightmare Before Christmas
1st: Santa's Little Helper"No, no!" Jacob cursed to himself as he saw the last Captain Mech toy slipped his grasp, carted off to the checkout counter by a luckier parent.  Cursed toy, always out of stock; Christmas is due tomorrow, little Jeremy has been such a good boy this year, and all he asked of Santa this year was that hundred-times-cursed toy robot. Whenever it wasn't other parents it was some brat taking the last one with him. For the last two months he has tried everything, but the times he tried bribing a store's employee into saving one for him, it turned out some other parent has already offered a bigger sum, all online stores have consistently been as out of stock as brick-and-mortar ones, and the time he offered a kid to buy his for triple the price he ended up escorted out by the store's security.
So there he was now, poor Jacob, sitting in a bench on Christmas' eve, as crestfallen as any parent who can mentally picture the face of disappointment on his kid's face. What was he supposed
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4th: The Anti-SantaThe moon was face-full like a glass of milk
And it shone with a wicked smile on the snow
Like a Cheshire-cat looking upon the scene below
Thud. Thud. His thick black boots banged across the roof
From his team of six hell-horses guiding the sleigh
Where half a dozen knives and two bodies lay
He was gaunt skin and bones – dressed up in grim reaper black
Bearing protruding cheekbones and razor teeth combed with lies
Wearing a mask of white with slits for the eyes
[I'm so sorry
I should have helped you,
I should have helped,
I should have]
He walked to the chimney and descended down
Landed on the gray dull ashes and stirred up dust
He strode across the rug with feelings of nauseating disgust
[When the ground went red, I just ran away]
Walking into the rooms where my family lay
He butchered their bodies, cut open their hearts
And slung over his shoulder in a hefty bag were the parts
"Breaking news: Christmas day: This thing - its victims were pulled through the
Ok, this is going to take quite a while. I currently watch roughly 791 people and clubs. But I want to share their work with you, to give you a chance to see why I watch so many people, so bear with me please. And remember, I feature, not for myself, but to share the work of some of the amazing artists I've found here on dA! You will notice there are all kinds of art in my features, photos, photomanips, digital drawings, traditional drawings, sculpture, literature and even music! And keep in mind, some of these artists do commissions and some of the images I've chosen are available as prints!!
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Prologue
The sun filtered through the leaves outside the window, casting dappled shadows on the white walls inside the large room where four wizened old men sat in silence.  Three of them cast furtive and anxious looks at each other while the fourth consulted a large book set on the table in the centre of the room.  Eventually, he looked up, and sighed.  Before he spoke, he cast a steely grey eye around the room, taking in the men sat before him, each the most powerful mages from the four continents of the world.
"Gentlemen.  The Rite of Kanmesh is the most difficult piece of magic any of us will have ever performed, as there is no guarantee that it will work.  It has never been performed before.  It is dangerous and difficult magic, as I said before.  We must be in complete agreement if we are to continue this course."  He looked to each mage as he spoke to await their approval.  "I, Hawkbane of :thumb146958253: Crystal ShadowsA glitter of crystal colors adorn her smile
Cheap perfume signals the end of the day
Her lover sings a song of little guile
While, men in kilts begin to sway.
Diamonds sparkle to be a girl's best friend
Yet, lovers never leap unless they believe
We will always be never there in the end
A shadow of our former selves up far in the eave.
Leaves flying in the wind of change
Bellowing on bagpipes for lovers hand
Needles of passion bite like of a man of derange
Killing me with pillows and flicks of the wand
I hate the bleakness of the fellows beyond
Like crows they fly in murderous streaks
Flying across the sky to a new day dawned
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