Artisan and Writer of the Month

[Fijoli]

Congratulations!!

Thank you for participating in April's Artisan's contest, @heliacalRebirth and taking the time to share your talent with us, your adorable seasonal personifications deserve to you this Medal.

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@RiverNotch Wrote clever, deep, Poetic words for a Picture Prompt, Thank you for participating in April's 2014 Writing contest in the Museum, I award you with this medal.

"Uterus"

There lies in front of me
An egg of despair.
It has no air.
It cannot breathe.

There lies in front of me
An egg of despair.
It has no air.
It cannot breathe.

I must release it soon
Or it will suffocate.
I must go find a way
To help it respirate.
I have to see to it
That life is brought to it.
This egg, it can't just rot.
This egg is all I've got.

There lies in front of me
An egg of despair
It has no air
It cannot breathe

There lies in front of me
An egg of despair
It has no air
It cannot breathe

(There is nothing but emptiness in my mind
Towering spires of thoughts and people,
But voices I do not wish to hear or climb.
Their towers are too tall and scary:
They do not feel like they're alive,
Only there to fill my world with stone,
The prism to my wisdom's ray of light,
Making rainbows that make me close my eyes.

I would rather stay, for ever and ever,
In this little glass box, trapped like an office-worker.
There are no words for me to say
All of my being and the beings in me.
I would rather be in this universe of mine,
Each crevasse in the matter of my brain is like
A rolling field, easy to run through and play in
In them my eyes are open, but are blind)

There lies in front of me
An egg of despair.
It has no air.
It cannot breathe.

There lies in front of me
An egg of despair.
It has no air.
It cannot breathe.

Oh, these nukes and aeroplanes,
Shelters for imagination;
This dazzling darkness,
Love's reciprocation.
I have to see to it
That life is brought to it.
This egg, it can't just rot.
This egg is all I've got.

There lies in front of me
An egg of despair.
It has no air.
It cannot breathe.

There lies in front of me
An egg of despair.
It has no air.
It cannot breathe.

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I would also like to thank the other participants that submitted entries to the museum this past April:

Writer's challenge entries

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ZsafineGypsy

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Thank you all, who take the time to congratulate our winners and hope to see some of you submitting works of your own in May's upcoming Museum Contest.









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