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We are a literary group for writers of poetry and prose, focusing on how to improve your writing and encouraging critique.

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We had some wonderful entries from our Masquerade Contest recently and, after much deliberation, the winner and runner up have been chosen. Before announced, take a look at all of the entries:


Life's MasqueradeMother said to play the part
Destiny had predetermined all for me;
She smoothed my gown
With the back of a weathered hand
And softly spoke as though
I might better understand.
“Now, my child,” she began to sing,
“Of countenance and character fair,
Never before you has a better yet
Lived. Look to the world, and see
The pain all the others must share;
You are blessed, my darling daughter,
For you live without a care.
Pride yourself in the pain you do not know
And pray that your beauty will continue to grow;
Tact is your talent, and grace your goodness as well,
Too marvelous to be measured or ever compared.
Enjoy tonight and dance as if all the world
Is watching, for I know they all wish to be just like you.
I will leave and let you dress, my blessed girl.”
My eyes follow her as she departs
And wait until she disappears
To shed the saddest and most helpless tears;
Mother thinks all the world my name desires,
Though I would give anything to not be me;
Mother thinks
A Man's MasqueradeHe takes my hand and guides me
To the center of the ballroom floor;
My flushed face darkens with blush
As I steel myself and prepare to soar
To the heights of this new wonder,
To the zenith of attraction’s first touch;
Dreaminess clouds my outlined eyes
As I am awakened by initial lust.
Foolish thing am I to think myself worthy
Of his gaze; yet, I find myself underneath his stare
As he twirls me without hesitation or care
For the rest of the word, the onlookers envious
Of the infatuation I revere with the greatest elation
As all admire their first looks at love.
He studies my thoughtful eyes through a mask of lace,
Offering particular attention to no other part of my face
As he guesses what I hide, what I conceal with pride
For my own furiously racing heart’s sake;
He finds in me a kind of innocent fancy,
Though this is the least he might expect;
He knows how to woo, to charm, and to please-
He had known the easy prey I could become
The very moment we had incidentally met.
Masquerade in FreefallTired of all the lies
Fooled by your wandering eyes
For too long;
It’s time to reinvent this masquerade
Ashamed of what I’ve done
Confused with that I’ve become
Do I care anymore?
I’ll own this charade
My masks are now my own
Each one I will condone
You think I’m lying?
I know I am
But I’m not hiding
I’m through with fighting
I’ll lay the facts down
According to my own plan
The mask among my friends
Will lead me to new ends
I‘m fearless, dauntless
With whispers I’m through
The guise with my elders
Is me fluffing my feathers
Take a look at my achievements,
For they all surpass you
The façade around strangers
Is rarely in danger
I’m wild and free
Who is that girl?
Around my family, I'm angelic
My former self is a relic
I'll craft my own masks
And sell them to the world
I’m masked by the truth
Through murmurs of my youth
I’m unashamed, really
This is my dance
You think I’m crazy
My mind is far from ha
Masquerade MusingsSee her dance,
And hear her laugh;
See her spin
On a shapely calf;
The mask she holds
Within her hand
Hides the past
Of a broken woman
Though all the world
Is allowed only to see
Her smile and step and twirl;
They revere her grace
And praise her appearance,
And all the gentleman
Line up for the next dance;
Yet, secretly she thinks
She would rather be alone
Where she could shield
Herself from the chandelier’s light
And slip into the darkness,
A bitter creation all her own;
Though, this masquerade allows
No such place or pause,
And so she is forced to dance
And accept the shallow applause.
See her dance,
But hear not her sigh;
Look to the embellished mask,
But see not the crystal tear
Behind the satin she cries.
Aletheia.I don't think anyone is telling the truth when they say, "I don't care what people think."
    Even if they say it countless times; you can kind of see it, right? The flicker of their eyes, the way they leave your face for just a split second before focusing right back on the bridge of your nose. You can see it with the way their fingers clench, or how their voice stays as low as a murmur. The twitch of an eyebrow, the quiver of a voice, shaken up at just the right amount. And if you can't see it, then you can only sense it, feel it, beneath your rib cage and deep inside your chest.
    "Of course you care what they think."
    ... Sometimes I wonder if maybe it's not even that. Maybe it's a battle between yourself. A matter of, 'do you feel comfortable in your own body?'. That sort of thing. The correct answer would be to say yes. To say, 'why wouldn't I be?' and fool the person, leaving them to move on to the next person on th
turquoise: the colour of the lonelyintroversion stutters in
shades of grey;
the chained ghost sways,
wails at the confines
of an angular heart,
both barbed and wired.
tongue skitters on mouth-soil,
bittered by ice,
and whispers cavort in the
carousel cranium.
the world reverberates within
bones too shy to reply,
too polite to start their leaving;
the echo starts quiet
and ends loud,
deafening sensibilities and reluctance,
but she is not half done -- not yet.
metal skims across cellular divisions,
splitting subtle flesh bridges
beneath the harsh stare of flourescence;
turquoise lips curve,
rictal,
to meet the round curve of cheek-bone
and the world spins on,
unchanged,
unwise.
We DanceWe dance to the left,
We dance to the right,
We dance though out the night.
The lies clap along,
With the imaginary beat,
While our miseries stamp their feet.
All the guests hide,
behind masks of pride,
Walking with misleading strides.
This ball will last till lights out,
Then start from dawn once again,
This masquerade will be the end to us all.
My Mask and the Universe's MasqueradeSitting in my room, on my bed surrounded by memories, I cried.
I cried selfishly.
'Crying for yourself, how disgusting!' Voices rang in my head, I had to agree with them.
I could of been crying for all the other people worse off than me.
For the little boy, smiling when all he really wanted to do was bust into tears.
For that teen girl, slathering on make up, trying to be what she's not.
For that one man, who seems to have it all, when all he actually has is that single picture frame.
Yet here I am, crying for me, myself and I.
So I stop, hiccuping, I straighten up, rubbing away my tears.
Getting up, my resolve hardens.
'I will do this!' I know that it will hurt me, to my very core, though I don't particularly care.
Walking to my door, I open it revealing the world out side. It's bright, unlike my room and my mind.
I smile, when all I want to do is frown.
I laugh, when all I want to do is cry.
I put up this mask, and join the universe's masquerade.
The only evidence of the events that





Winner


Aletheia.I don't think anyone is telling the truth when they say, "I don't care what people think."
    Even if they say it countless times; you can kind of see it, right? The flicker of their eyes, the way they leave your face for just a split second before focusing right back on the bridge of your nose. You can see it with the way their fingers clench, or how their voice stays as low as a murmur. The twitch of an eyebrow, the quiver of a voice, shaken up at just the right amount. And if you can't see it, then you can only sense it, feel it, beneath your rib cage and deep inside your chest.
    "Of course you care what they think."
    ... Sometimes I wonder if maybe it's not even that. Maybe it's a battle between yourself. A matter of, 'do you feel comfortable in your own body?'. That sort of thing. The correct answer would be to say yes. To say, 'why wouldn't I be?' and fool the person, leaving them to move on to the next person on th


runner-up

turquoise: the colour of the lonelyintroversion stutters in
shades of grey;
the chained ghost sways,
wails at the confines
of an angular heart,
both barbed and wired.
tongue skitters on mouth-soil,
bittered by ice,
and whispers cavort in the
carousel cranium.
the world reverberates within
bones too shy to reply,
too polite to start their leaving;
the echo starts quiet
and ends loud,
deafening sensibilities and reluctance,
but she is not half done -- not yet.
metal skims across cellular divisions,
splitting subtle flesh bridges
beneath the harsh stare of flourescence;
turquoise lips curve,
rictal,
to meet the round curve of cheek-bone
and the world spins on,
unchanged,
unwise.


Thank you to all of the other entries. :tighthug: You all did wonderful jobs and choosing our winners was incredibly difficult. You will all be rewarded with 1 :bulletorange:  (see here).


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Scifimaster92 Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2014
I joined your group specifically because I really need some feedback on my works, particularly my sci-fi novella, The Plutonian Chronicles.
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CuriouslyAlone Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2014
If you guys need help I might be able to lend a hand every now and then ^_^ (if you need it :P )
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British-Prophetess Featured By Owner Feb 11, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I assume the group is dead then. I guess I'll take my leave - it's a shame really :(
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British-Prophetess Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Is the group's founder still on DA? The last time she been on here was a month ago...
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