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Hey everyone. I don't know how many still follow me but as you may have noticed I've had some long-term inactivity with no explanation.

I don't plan to explain anything here, only to let everyone know that I won't be logging in again after today.

I'm concentrating on my web design career, so if any of you need any web work done feel free to contact me!

Best way to contact me is my e-mail: christinaellen.h@gmail.com (or within a year it'll be christinaellen.k@gmail.com). If you ever need to email me for any reason feel free to do so. I haven't and won't forget the friends I've made on here and I'll admit I'm a little sad that dA isn't as dear to me as it used to be.

I want to thank everyone at RE--members and admins alike and all who have been a part of the growth over the last 7 years. Thank you for the great experience!
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Thank you for taking the time to read our features! This article from RawEm0tion includes our special RawEm0tion Laureate, 4 member features, 12 non-member features, and 2 affiliate features. Other noteworthy news will also be mentioned, including our current group activities, affiliate and member news/contests, and community projects. If you’re a member, member of an affiliate, or just a reader who appreciates literature, please be sure to :+favlove: this article to help spread the love!




:house: RE News


As of 11:46AM Friday August 19th 2011 we reached 1000 members! :dance: Of course, before we were officially a “group”, we had just breached 2000 members, but this is a still a big milestone for us. Thanks to everyone who has made this group possible, we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for our supportive members, staff, and affiliates. :love:

Thanks to a huge donation of points from Bagheera-8 (a lovely friend of mine, check him out!) RE now has a substantial amount of points to be able to distribute for prizes. So with our current contest, “Past, Present , and Future: A Collaboration Project”, the prizes are worth entering for.

In other news we’ve cut the ribbons on "Quest Tower 4", bringing the total amount of quests available to 40. The quests have no deadlines; we simply ask that you write a new piece specifically for the quest you wish to complete. They’re like on-going mini-challenges to keep a writer’s block at bay. I encourage you to take a look!




:reading: Community News


:bulletblue: Word Wars Chat Tour : thorns.deviantart.com/journal/…
- explains the chat tour, faq, tips, and upcoming schedule

:bulletblue: Love dA Lit: Issue 40 : news.deviantart.com/article/15…
- literature links, inspiration (prompts, challenges, workshops), group spotlight on WritersInk, contests, and resources…everything you could possibly want to know about the literature community!

:bulletblue: Ladies of Lit: Volume XIII : news.deviantart.com/article/15…
- an assortment of Literature features from a selection of female deviants, spotlight on Halatia, mini-contest, upcoming events, and "meet the contributors"

:bulletblue: Darkest Corners LIT 13- Ongoing Series : news.deviantart.com/article/15…
- aims to place lesser known corners of the Literature section into the spotlights. In this article, you will find features of Narrative Poetry as well as groups, contests and other related news to lit projects around dA

:bulletblue: 10 Things to Read [Part 10] : news.deviantart.com/article/14…
- 10 featured literature pieces for your reading enjoyment, and the previous articles (1-9) to browse through and maybe find some new deviants to watch




:worker: Groups Anonymous



:iconmixedmediaclub:
In need of: Staff members

mixedmediaclub is looking for at least two more people to help out. Duties would include screening submissions and general upkeep of the group along with the founder and contributors. Ideas for contests and other community events are also welcome. If you’re interested in helping out, please send a note to the group.


:iconthe-free-pens:
In need of: Points

The-Free-Pens is looking to upgrade to a super group, but they need help! CnHGirl has set up a donation pool on her profile page for any who are willing to spare some points.




:trophy: Contests



:iconmental-illnessclub:
Contest Blog: mental-illnessclub.deviantart.…
Theme: A Look Ahead!

The theme is referring to the future; thinking about all the possibilities and envisioning a positive future (it can be looking ahead a week, a year, 10 years or 3 days). Sometimes get too caught up in the past or the struggles of the present. The future is important too! Keeping in spirit with “Keep Hope Alive” week, entries should be optimistic!

Deadline: August 29th

- You may enter up to 2 submissions
- Regular group rules apply (posted on the front page)
- Submit your entries to the folder titled "A Look Ahead Contest"

View the "Keep Hope Alive" article here


:iconsoul-poets:
Contest Blog: news.deviantart.com/article/15…
Theme: Fall

This theme is inspired by Emily Jane Bronte's poem, "Fall, leaves, fall." www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/…

Deadline: August 31st

- You must be a member to enter
- You may use any phrase from Emily Jane Bronte’s poem to inspire your own
- You may submit up to 3 entries, but it must be a new piece specifically written for this contest
- Submit your entries to the folder titled Contest Folder for July through August


:iconwriter-promotion:
Contest Blog: writer-promotion.deviantart.co…
Theme: World

Take a city from the ones listed below and create a story about a character going through the city. For this contest, you may want to look up different famous landmarks or the food that the locals might eat. If you've traveled to the city before it will make your job a whole lot easier. It does not need to be in the present time; the past works great also, but the future may not work as well. Just have fun and be imaginative! The most creative story wins!

The cities are:
:bulletblue: New York, NY (America)
:bulletblue: Paris, France
:bulletblue: London, England
:bulletblue: Tokyo, Japan
:bulletblue:  Rome, Italy
:bulletblue:  Athens, Greece
:bulletblue:  Bejing, China
:bulletblue:  New Delhi, India

Deadline: September 3rd

- Contest is open to anyone
- No mature content in any part of your story, please
- Your piece to be entered is literature. No wordplay, or word-art please

Writer-Promotion is still accepting prize donations and judge volunteers. Please note the group if you are interested in either.




:groups: Affiliate News



:iconsixwordstories: - A type of Flash Fiction, six word stories are (very) short stories with an exact word count: six words. #SixWordStories is the place where, alongside quality, quantity really does matter. Though these stories are so brief in length, they can be as profound, if not more, than the prose and poetry you see and read every day, partly because six word stories can tell us so much and yet contain so little.

View their latest feature article here news.deviantart.com/article/15… which contains selections from the last bi-weekly word and theme prompts, and to view the next round of prompts. The deadline for submissions is September 5th .

:iconfreeinverse: - The prompt for this month from FreeInVerse is a fun one: Lottery. The deadline to get your submission in is September 10th. Prompts are for members only, but all are welcome to join! Read more in the prompt blog  here.

Below we have 3 members who responded to the last month’s prompt of "Static":  

:thumb245837104: "In Flux"  by artemiswolfboy
Static EndYou are my sadest of days in perpetual time
A puncture in my heart that is painfully bottomless
You bleed me out like an old doctor's remedy
I could call 911, but all I can hear is static
Your picture once in the gold locket around me
But your black-and-white face is so evil now
Now I sit on my folded legs, my hands crippled
From feeling your clothes filled with electrivity
You could save me from sinking, parallel to the water
My final resting place from the battle wounds you burned
Farewell to you, my sweetest dream and my darkest reality
Something no music could recreate, no better than screams
I remember the daylight hours over our velvet blankets
Back when your eyes were mine to see and blind to others
My cotton dress is now folded in the corner, colorless
Damp from my tears, symbollic blood from both our hazards
Whether we are porcelain dolls or iron sharpened blades
Neither of us will shine together with thick, taut skin
Too long are my thoughts and to quick were our interludes
I
"Static End" by dreamer797  
Not Gonna ChangeSparks have flow
And I'm still static
Lighting has passed
Still, I'm static
Why are you my dynamic?
Storming in and out
Conductor one day
Insulator the second
Electric is your touch
Either way
And I still cling
Because I'm still static
We aren't a light switch
On and off and on and off
We could be solar powered
If you'd just feel the static
Because one thing I know is
I'll always be static about you.
And that will never change.
"Not Gonna Change" by CaelumJustitia




RawEm0tion  Laureate


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lau•re•ate - deserving or having special recognition for achievement, as for poetry

The tradition of having a Laureate is one that is practised in many countries. The role of the Laureate includes writing for special events.

CherryRedRoses is one of our loveliest members, always ready to lend a helping hand or offer some advice. We appreciate her input as an admin and love her writing!

This InbetweenFading like the shadows kissed by sunlight,
Drifting like the moon in a sea of stars,
Forever holding my breath against the darkness,
Knowing that in this inbetween you cannot hurt me anymore
As Numb as if brushed by fingers of ice,
Breathing shallow as if I am sleeping awake,
Forever closing this fist against my heart,
Knowing that in this inbetween you cannot hurt me anymore.
TimeWhat a devious thing Time is; moving onwards constantly, never ending in its movements towards the end of Everything. It plays in our minds and runs in rhythms that cannot be defined by word or law. It is forever the same and yet always changing. It slows in that instant before something terrible and life altering happens; when words have been spoken that send your world cascading down in a million fragments of memory and emotion. It speeds up in the moments we wish to last forever so that, in the end, we can only grasp that happiness through photographs and stories.
We cannot see it but in the perceptions of life it is made from those things that keep us running or that mark a moment in our lifetimes. It is ringed by white crosses and coloured with the petals of flowers. The numbers are written in the ash of the dead. Its incandescent face pulses and shimmers with the tears of the living. Its hands are, always moving, always counting, and made from the reminiscences of both dead and l

Midnight studded SunlightSadly life is a road bordered with white crosses and tears. It is like midnight studded sunlight; never so dark as we cannot continue our journey but dark enough so that at times we become lost. Every now and then we may meet a kindrid spirit, a spear of light in the semi-dark that may help us some of the way but unfortunately we must shoulder most of the pain ourselves.
Every now and then we may come to a cross roads. Sometimes we find the decision easy and take the path we choose and other times we find ourselves torn into pieces. A small hill in the semi-darkness may seem like no challenge but that is what the semi-darkness does; it tricks us. By the time you reach that small hill, it may be a white tipped mountain.
Life is not easy and it is not always fun. But if we are lucky, when we look behind us upon reaching our journeys end we may find that all those trials, tears and pain will be worth it. Because behind us those spears of light will be pillars, and we will know we are who
Time is a nooseHeads bowed together, under a lilting sky,
The stars glittered above,
Like shards of hope in shadows of doubt,
Their questions hung above them,
Their eyes betraying their own darkening thoughts,
But the light yeilded no answers,
Time becomes a tightening noose,
And they watch as the night tests its own mortality,
Against the blood stained tentrils of day.
Fading,
Forever Fading




Outstanding Members


(2 senior members, and 2 newer members)
:iconlordofphoenixdawn:
AgainAgain, I am betrayed, lost as to why,
The pain I feel, a heart long since broken;
To hear the voice that will once again try,
And have forgiveness finally spoken.
Again, I am stuck with all my sorrow,
The hours endless, the scar forever,
The burden lasting into tomorrow,
The guilt, the loss, which I wish was never.
Again, you call just to make me suffer.
Your words lack meaning, they are hard to hear,
You hurt me still, though I should be tougher;
The winds of change, a hurricane is here.
Again, you haunt my dreams and make me cry,
And yet, here you are the victim, a lie.
Like a broken record, a pesky fly,
I must end this, kill this, say goodbye
HavenA myriad of emotions,
A great many devotions,
A treasure to take pride in:
A small glimpse within.
Inside a precious gem of mine,
Inside myself I am fine,
But to many I am strange,
My face they'd rearrange.
Why would they do this I ask?
Why would I need a mask?
Am I that truly abhorred?
To be so plainly ignored?
Outside I am reserved and shy,
And so many close to me know why;
But strangers care very little,
That inside my feelings are brittle.
I hurt just like those who hate,
I'm sure some of you can relate.
To hide behind a facade.
In this world's charade.
Can we be the same inside and out?
Isn't that what living is about?
Making mistakes is very human,
Why do many see them as a sin?
Outside we are but a shadow,
Our true selves for no one to know.
Inside is our precious haven,
Where I will go now; safe within.
AloneA distant murmur could be heard,
As the wind raged, the rain poured.
It was grey, a day of gloom,
As I sat alone, silent in my room.
The shadow moved upon the wall,
It lurked, ever present, dark and tall.
Windows ahead, door behind,
I knew in here I'd be fine.
Yet once more a whisper came,
Though it didn't sound the same,
It's message almost clear,
As I shivered, shrouded in fear.
The night was young and cold,
Yet right now I felt so old.
The eyeless shadow by my bed,
Ever eager to get in my head.
I closed my eyes, tried to pray,
That I'd wake up, find a way,
To escape this insanity,
To end this hate and misery.
Why was it choosing me,
What was it I had to see?
The truth was a lie,
Something I couldn't deny.
Yet ponder I did some more,
As a knock came upon the door,
I huddled in my chair,
Afraid of who was there.
The knob turned with a click,
Was it true? Was I sick?
The door opened, silence at last,
It was a figure from the past.
Someone  I knew, someone I love,
But would it
RenewalRenewal, revival, a coming of change,
Strength gained, a power in range,
Cast aside the worries long past,
And pray that hard times won't last.
Open the heart to new and good things,
See how great a blessing it brings,
Honor those who have gone before,
And in this time never be poor.
Hold true to the words now spoken,
And with this I offer a token,
To grant us further aid upon the path,
And spare us from hate, ills or wrath.
Lessons learned, with more still,
But none so big as pure will,
To do what we must to believe,
So we can always give or receive.
Pain is progress, sorrow a test,
So in the end we can be our best,
Faith held still, for it is the key,
To hope, to love, and to be free.


:iconmiyakosuou:
The Rigidity of the PastA tragedy of everyday
Is playing out before my eyes
It doesn't seem to be so now
But I know how it ends
Things seemed to be going well
It must have been a magic spell
One that weaves a cloth of lies
Across those dewy star-struck eyes
The heroine is dancing blind
To music no one else can hear
She thinks someone will catch her
But I know how it ends
It seems that the strands of Fate
Were not severed because of hate
She slipped and fell over the edge
She didn't even see the ledge
No matter how I play it
Rewind it in my mind
The memory remains the same
And I know how it ends
Stardust     The rain had finally cleared up after a week of the constant deluge, and Rowan decided to venture out of doors. The air still felt heavy, as if rich with moisture, and it tingled on his skin, making it prickle refreshingly. His first deep inhale brought him the delicious scent of trees and blossoms - it smelt like green things, growing. It was heavenly.
     He was in the midst of simply standing there in the middle of the clearing, just existing and not thinking among the trees when Dragonfly emerged from the treeline.
     "It feels alive out here," she told him, coming to stand next to him.
     She was at such a proximity that he could feel the warmth emanating from her, but not so close that her robes yet touched him.
     Rowan always felt slightly ridiculous in her presence, but especially so right now. Right after their party had arrived in Laraishia
Apartment 508On a scummy stretch of road
Between Patricia and 17th
There are two shady men
Hanging out on the corner
The hookers on the sidewalk
Are prowling about
Yowling warnings
At each other
And the cops on the beat
Wait in the dirty back alley
Leaning against their patrol cruisers
Chatting away
Welcome to the neighborhood.
There's a tall apartment complex
An old building
Outside the back door
Are two maple trees
On the second floor
A little dog
Watches you from the window
Sitting beneath a large
Faded white Canucks banner
A wrinkled old man
Might open the door for you
He never talks
Even if you thank him
The closet-sized elevators
Always smell of something
Wet dog, marijuana
Greasy takeaway
or men's cologne
You'll leave your
Scent behind too
For someone else
To sniff and ponder
You can hear water
Running endlessly
The entire place
Has a plumbing problem
The sound of it
Is loud and ceaseless
There's a couple arguing
Down the hall from you
The students living above you
Have a barbeque going
And
Nighttime FairytaleI remember…
          Do you?
The dim light of the club
          The music pulsing in your head
The writhing bodies
           The sharp taste of oblivion on your tongue…
I saw you
           Among the mass of people
You were dancing
           And my eyes picked you out
I thought you were beautiful
           You saw me too, I think
I am one with the night
           It belongs to us together
We entwined together in the dark
          You and I combined
Do you remember?
           I do.


:icon8twilightangel8: (view profile)
My Bucket ListWhat to do before I die…
Hmm, perhaps something I would not normally try?
I'll go swimming with sharks beneath the sea
Oh that would be very brave of me!
I'll jump out of a plane at 10,000 feet
Now that would be extremely neat.
I'll scale a volcano to its fiery, erupting peak-
Or…maybe not (for I think I am much too weak).
I'll paddle and portage in my old canoe
Listening to the loons that sing right on cue.
I'll go to England to try their fish and chips-
So that will be one of my more relaxing trips.
I'll go up north to see the northern lights
And watch them for hours through endless nights.
Last but not least, I'll visit every single friend
To prove our bonds will never end.
There is so much more, but it is too long for me to say
So I will save it for another day.
Haiku PairHaiku- Sad Eyes
Sad eyes will close tight
Never to open again
It is far too late.
Haiku- Opening Flower
A young flower blooms
Opening up to the light
Now it's time to grow.
Grumpy Old BillGrumpy Old Bill never showed his face
He stayed inside his desolate place
Only once had I seen him out
Styling a big unhappy pout
I did not like my neighbor, it's sad but true
He was not someone you could easily relate to
But one day when it was freezing cold
A saw a sight I did not want to behold
My house was burning with the fires of hell
Even today it is still so hard to tell
All was lost and I had nowhere to go
I was left outside in a white cloud of snow
Then from the dark house next door
Came a smile I had never seen before
Grumpy Old Bill was not grumpy at all
He welcomed me like family into his great hall
He let me stay until I got back on my feet
Even when I left, he remained gentle and sweet
My house was rebuilt but I am no longer the same
I am glad that horrible day came
Now Old Bill is my dearest friend
And we share a bond that will never end
Elegy to the Setting SunSetting sun at the end of the day
I pray thee to hold your last ray
Reserve your strength to keep the light
And prevent darkness from falling this night
The sun is sinking down so low
It fights so hard but it must go
The shadows' call is strong and bold
A powerful force for it to behold
I fear this is a battle that cannot be won
The night will consume the dying sun.


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Non-members


Non-members need love too! Check out these awesome pieces :reading:
InvisibleInvisible
To not be seen, to not be heard,
To tread the shadow of a passing bird,
To saunter the earth, absent of word,
To think such a thought may sound absurd,
To be invisible, blind to the light,
To right the wrong, to wrong the right,
To greet sin, to welcome plight,
To step beyond God's limitless sight…
If I were invisible, a wispy ghost,
I would touch the one I feel the most,
I would give in, I would relent,
I would defile to my heart's content,
I would long, crave, desire more,
I would witness behind the closed door,
I would steal, tease, I would always lurk,
I would relinquish myself to the devil's work…
My mind knows no limits; my desires are far from quaint,
My alter would consume, I'd have no restraint,
I perform before humanity as a heaven bound saint,
I hide my fractured frame of old tarnished paint,
I wish to hide, to run away,
I want to vanish; it's the only way,
I'll become forsaken, there will be hell to pay,
I'll seek atonement for this one day...
Falling TogetherS.E. Hunter
Star-crossed lovers take their lives
In a tragic scene of pens and knives.
Love notes scrawled
On paper slips.
Last words crawled
From lovers' lips.
Her broken head
Lay on His hips.
Upon Him She bled
In crimson bliss.
Star-cross'd lovers walk hand-in-hand
And bleed in peace on this lone strand.
The RiftDown the black rift
which splits the continent
rides the huddle of humanity-
a clutch of limbs
and a clutter of faces
and not a name among them.
They hurtle
through the shadows
on the shoulders
of a great dark beast,
its mouth agape
to swallow passing seconds-
a mountain sliding blindly
through the jagged fault of time.
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The TraitorThe Traitor
The wind raged across the empty landscape, throwing up great clouds of dust and ash. The few gnarled and twisted trees that remained groaned and creaked as the wind howled around them, furious that something in this ruined world refused to fall under its continuous onslaught of root wrenching pressure. Yet something else was opposing the might of the elements, something small and inferior against the backdrop of the darkness that encased the world. A ship was creeping across the barren wastelands, an ancient vessel, changed and adapted to suit this destroyed, death filled environment.
The vessel creaked and groaned as it trundled over the uneven terrain, its threadbare sails bulged and billowed in the ferocious wind. It was a strange contraption, pieced together from an ancient, rusting wreck, that had lain half buried in the ground, on the outskirts of a static settlement. It was a fantastic machine of great wonder. The vast hull, pitted and scarred, had been mounted atop
:thumb254805020: Worst Enemy    I was typing at the computer when she started up again.
    "What's that?" She asked in a tone that warned me not to answer.
    "It's a story. I'm writing it for that contest-"
    "It's stupid. Everyone's going to be writing stuff like that. Can't you ever be original?"
    I took a deep, shaky breath and began to delete what I'd already written. It was no good, she was right.
    "It's just like all the other things you write." She snorted, her acid-laced voice burning holes in my self-confidence. "The other stories that everyone can't stop picking apart."
    "They're critiquing me, they're helping me get better."
    "You're beyond help. You just don't have any talent."
    "I can still use help! I've improved, just look at my old stuff!"
    She laughed, and
The Simplicity of the CompassA boy was born to a savage people.  His mother wrapped him in blankets and she, with her chili-scented breath, spoke his name.  The boy was called Ansu and immediately after he was wrapped up and warm, his mother pulled out her knife and sliced a thin line across his cheek to show him that there was nothing truly good in this world and that he could never expect kindness, happiness or love.  And because she knew that love did not exist, she abandoned him to the North where he was born and she was lost, before slipping away to find where she had come from.
Ansu's mother was one of the Southern people.  They were a violent people--the hot air bred in them an insatiable craving for war and the Southerners always fought amongst themselves.  They were divided and all any of them could taste was hate.  Mothers did not love their children and fathers seldom knew they were fathers. This was what life was and everyone knew it, so they

I Sit AloneI sit alone within my lands
looking over the distant shore,
I hold a candle aloft at night
watching the shadows grow longer more,
The summer's night holds no warmth
nor days shine bright for me,
'til I am back where I belong,
within the arms of thee.
-- M.L. Eccleston
Inspired LiteratureCreative needs inspire one to unlock true potential,
Though artistic flair is something that is purely not essential.
Through any kind of outlet one can find with some desire.
Something that can be created with the correct attire.
An author once had raven, black, sit quothing never more.
From his beak the black bird spoke upon a chamber door,
And a character who lost his love and not found love anew,
For writing is something, you will see, that anyone can do.
Circles spinning round and round, time and time again.
Inspired one to find them true, the name of Emerson,
Life and death, old and new, and all the things that it can hold,
Have turned a line that's simply curved into things much more bold.
Now let us take a trip on through the woods and talk for just awhile,
Ponder on the ways of man and things that seem worthwhile.
I think, though, by the end of it, your spirit will be wowed,
And what's to say, except of course, that Thoreau would be proud.
To be or not to be? Is that really th
The Stream-BedGurgling its way
rippling over river stones
a cool stream winds on
Darting silver flash
alert to the current's ebb
a school of minnows
Rusty, snapping claws
scooting backward in its fear
a startled crayfish
Surveying the pools
searching for a frog-leg meal
a proud kigfisher
Bubbles rise and pop
betraying the staid presence of
a bed of shellfish
Worn and polished smooth
cool and balanced in the palm
a stone for skipping
As you turn for home
the bubbly cascade calls out
your stream-bed will wait
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Dedicated Affiliates


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:iconyoungpoets: - Dedicated to writers under age 20, YoungPoets helps those who might just be starting out, and honing those who might be the next Poe, Shakespeare, or (*enter famous poet here*). If you’re a member of the group on your 20th birthday, you can no longer submit to the gallery, but you’re welcome to stay and become an admin to help critique the other young writers’ pieces. Utilizing themes, the group keeps young writers’ on their toes and wanting more. If you’re under 20, YoungPoets can almost be considered a second home.

:iconmy-penchants: - Members of My-PenChants are all about giving and receiving! The "Make A Wish" system allows members to request literature pieces with a specific theme, and gift to other members who have made their own requests. Every month the wishes get reset, and members can start over. Being a fresh new group, the participation is limited, but the group has endless possibilities and I recommend you take a look!



Quotes for Inspiration


"Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character."
- James Russel Lowell

"There are no failures - just experiences and your reactions to them."
- Tom Krause

"Better to light one small candle than to curse the darkness."
- Chinese Proverb



Final Note


Thanks for taking the time to read through! :love: We will renew our Laureate every ~2 months so you can expect to see another lit feature in that time.

If you (as a member, affiliate, or lit lover) have anything going on around that time and want us to share it, you may note us ahead of time and give us the details so we can feature it. In the meantime, you may do the same and we will feature it in our Members and Affiliates' Bulletin on our main page for as long as it is active.

See you next time!
--Chris
RawEm0tion Staffers
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I'm Back :o

Actually, I never really left. I just haven't updated a journal since last year :dummy:

Once again, thanks to Bagheera-8 for the sub. I think I'll start buying my own so I don't feel so guilty about not using it to it's full potential, though I do really enjoy the ad-free browsing, and being able to view so many deviations at once.

It's been an eventful year so far...I've moved, gotten a new job after 2 years, was in an accident (all fine now, no worries), got my journeyman's in Hairstyling, and am attending school in the fall for web development. Doesn't sound like much when I write it down, but the stress really showed on my face during all that's happened. I never really bothered to blog, I prefer to keep my life to myself now (unlike previous years).

I was too lazy to make my own CSS for this post, so I found a nice free one to use until I can decide on a style. Since I'm going into web development, I figure I might want to refresh my skills a little more. But I'll do that later >>

For now, I'd like to promote a contest! I've been posting this everywhere I can :la:

 
Past, Present, Future: A Collaboration Project


This is a contest I am hosting at RawEm0tion. ALL deviants across the literature community are welcome to participate. As the title states, it's a collaborative project using past,  present, and future as the "themes" of the contest.

Once everyone is signed up, participants will be split into groups of 3. From there, the groups will tackle each "entity" of time in a prose or poetry format, writing 3 separate pieces (one each: past, present, and future). It is purely group discretion whether all 3 group members will work together on all 3 pieces, or if each member will be assigned to one of the time frames.

The deadline to sign up is August 15th. Once the groups are chosen there will be 3 weeks time to submit the final pieces. If all goes well, the entry deadline will be September 5th. I might have to push the dates back if there's not enough participants (we'll need multiples of 3 for it to work properly). So please tell your friends! I've noted all of RawEm0tion's affiliates, and posted an article in hopes that the word will get out.

:star: How To Enter: :star:

:bulletyellow: Send a note either to RawEm0tion or myself by August 15th stating that you'd like to participate. Also mention if you prefer to write prose over poetry or vise versa, or if you don't mind writing either style. This will help determine the groups.

:bulletyellow: If you have preferences on group members (you may choose a max. of 1 specific member) please list the name of the deviant you would like to be grouped with when you send your sign-up note. The other deviant must send in their individual sign-up note requesting you as their group member for it to be approved.

:bulletyellow: When the groups have been chosen they will be listed over at RE, and each participant will receive a note with a list of the members in their individual group so you may make arrangements as soon as possible.

:pointr: As stated in the article, the RE chat room will be open for any groups that want to use it to discuss themes and such.

View the Challenge Blog here
View the article here



Thanks for listening everyone! :glomp:








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:spotlight-left: Past, Present, and Future :spotlight-right:

The distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.


Sign-Up Deadline: August 15th
Entry Deadline:  September 5th


This is your chance to examine all aspects of time and leave nothing to the imagination!

Normally, when writing a piece, you may use one or two perspectives, and leave the rest for the readers to guess or assume. Pfft, forget that! We want nothing left unsaid for this challenge. Read on for the details :la:



*Open to all deviants! You don’t need to be a member of RawEm0tion to participate*


In this intense collaboration project hosted by RawEm0tion, groups of 3 (chosen after signing up) will tackle each “entity” of time in a prose or poetry format, writing 3 separate pieces (one each: past, present, and future). It is purely group discretion whether all 3 group members will work together on all 3 pieces, or if each member will be assigned to one of the time frames.

Your topic can be anything from a first- or third-person story (poetry or prose) to describing actual entities of time, as long as past, present, and future are all present in the final written collab.

Our chat room #RawChat will be open to groups to discuss topics if it’s not as easy to communicate through notes. So feel free to set up a date/time to meet in the chat once the groups have been chosen.

This collaboration relies heavily on trusting your group members to participate to their fullest, and the communication between each other. So please be absolutely sure you will be able to participate before you enter. It’s never fun to have a collaboration without the full co-operation of everyone! Make sure you check your notes regularly, and try your best to meet the deadlines.


:spotlight-left: How To Enter:

:bulletyellow: Send a note either to RawEm0tion or x-innocence-x stating that you'd like to participate.Your name will be placed in the blog once your note has been received.

:bulletyellow: If you have preferences on group members (you may choose a max. of 1 specific member) please list the name of the deviant you would like to be grouped with when you send your sign-up note. The other deviant must send in their individual sign-up note requesting you as their group member for it to be approved.


:spotlight-left: Entry Guidelines:

:bulletblue: 3 separate pieces must be written from each group. After all your pieces are complete, you must collaborate them into one deviation, keeping the time frames obviously separate (a bold title for each, a dividing line, etc.).

:bulletblue: All group members have rights to submit the final piece into their gallery, but we only need one link to go by. So please be sure to credit your group members when submitting.

:bulletblue: You must mention this project and have a link to it in your Author’s Notes, whether it’s this article, or the blog post. (Something along the lines of "Submitting this to Past, Present, and Future Collab Project [link]")

:bulletred: As stated at the beginning of this article, you will have 3 weeks to complete your final piece once the groups are chosen. Use your time wisely!

:star: For more information on prizes and to keep updated on this project, please check out our challenge blog.
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Thank you for taking the time to read our features! This article from RawEm0tion includes our special RawEm0tion Laureate, 4 mini-member features, 8 non-member features, and 2 affiliate features. Other noteworthy news will also be mentioned, including our current group activities, affiliate and member news/contests, and community projects. If you’re a member, member of an affiliate, or just a reader who appreciates literature, please be sure to :+favlove: this article to help spread the love!




:house: RE News


Due to the combination of my procrastination and busy life there isn’t too much going on at the moment, but there are big plans in the works! Such plans in progress include:
  • New contest/challenge
  • Chat room re-opening extravaganza
  • Quest Tower #4
  • Donation Points Bank/blog
  • More mini-events

Stay tuned to our blogs to find out more! :dummy:




:reading: Affiliate Articles



:pointr: lyriclub April Newsletter -> news.deviantart.com/article/14…
Features: member of the month, including an interview with IsolatedSystem and suggested pieces from his gallery, group news, and discussion blogs


:pointr: Self-Publishing How to get the balls to send your work in -> Part 1, Part 2 & Part 3
Features: advice on how to get work yourself up to send your writing in to get published, and examples of how sunshinegypsy did it herself.





:trophy: Contests



:bulletpurple: Comment-Motivate from alwaysmotivated & ProjectComment - This contest is split into two categories to compliment the correlation of the two groups: art creation, and commenting on the art. Create a piece based on the theme, or comment on deviations, or both! Many prizes available to be won, and the good feeling of contributing is always a bonus ;D Deadline: May 15th [Contest Blog]
Sorry this one was a bit late ^_^;

:bulletpurple: First Contest from Poets-and-Warriors - Everyone can relate to “Fixing Past Mistakes”, which is Poets-and-Warriors newest contest (and their first!). All submissions must be new and specifically written for this contest. Both poetry and prose will be accepted! Deadline: June 6th [Contest Blog]




:worker:  Groups Anonymous


This section is for the groups out there who are running into difficult times, either with lack of members/contributors, or back from hiatus, or even on the verge of closing down. If you’ve read this far, then please read on and see if there is any way you can lend a helping hand to these amazing groups!

:iconfocusonlit:
In need of: Writers For Specific Genres

FocusOnLit’s goal is to concentrate on novelists and novella writers. To complete the groupings in every genre, they require more writers who delve into Fantasy, Young Adult, General Fiction, and Horror.

“If you don't know what we do, we make small critique groups for feedback and run monthly workshops. Our focus is on one overall piece instead of random lit pieces.”
inknalcohol


:icon30days-30letters:
In need of: More exposure

30Days-30Letters is a small group focusing on gathering pieces made up for the Challenge. Being as specific as this group is, it’s hard to get people to continue on with the challenge and keep the group active, so I’ve agreed to pimp it here and encourage you to check them out! If you have any questions about the group or how to participate, feel free to contact strawberry-hunter and she’ll kindly help you out.


:iconself-publishing:
In need of: Members & Staff

Along with trying to recruit more members, Self-Publishing is also looking for staff who have some experience in publishing - either have a self-published a book or have been published by a magazine/journal/etc. If you fit the bill, contact :devsunshine-gypsy: or the group to either apply or to learn more about what the position entails.


:iconalwaysmotivated:
In need of: Motivators

alwaysmotivated is looking for Motivators to update the inspiration box on their front page. Only minimal effort required, lots of satisfaction guaranteed ;P Contact the group for more info.


:iconpoets-and-warriors:
In need of: Contributors

Poets-and-Warriors is still looking to bring on more Contributors onto their staff. For more info on the position or to apply, please contact the group via note.



RawEm0tion  Laureate


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lau•re•ate - deserving or having special recognition for achievement, as for poetry

The tradition of having a Laureate is one that is practised in many countries. The role of the Laureate includes writing for special events.

VampirateLycan is one of our most active members, always taking part in club events, especially our seasonal ones.

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Outstanding Members


(2 senior members, and 2 newer members)

These members have shown initiative in the club and deserve a share in the spotlight too! The submissions selected are recent submissions to RE and non-RE submissions found in their galleries.

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Eye dropsLet eye drops blow in the wind
                                      like raindrops
Let the raindrops seduce the clouds
                                         and paint transparent
                                       colors in the sky.
   NeedThey speak with the talent
to predict the future,
their wave of malice saying
you'll drag me down
to
the
abyss
That is quite alright,
you make it astonishing
and we light our way
in the deep.
D r i f t i n g
down
down
down
We do not need air,
we only need peace.  
I can't writeI cannot say that my cognitive functions aren't affected with
frantic buzzing.
Interruption, affliction.
Fumbling and spilling, drifting and
drilling.

I've developed an occasion where
my tongue lazily presses against my teeth on S.
Habitual anxieties.
Eyelid twitching, muscle stiffness;
downward dog is such a hassle in the morning.
Cranial pilings.
I shouldn't be hungry.
ClocksThe clock strikes nine
it's feeding time
it's not necessary to rhyme
it's just a lovely place to dine
Oh my
little hands fall off
   the second hand falls off
    your first hand falls off
     is the clock alive?
What makes you tick
  what makes you breathe
   what makes you think?
Harry caught a ball today
  tomorrow it won't matter
   but for a day
   for a day
   he's a hero, a hero
Jane tied her shoe today
  for a moment you smile
   you're so proud
   but tomorrow it'll be something else
Oh my
  little hands fall off
   the second hand falls off
    your first hand falls off
     is the clock alive?
     are you alive?
The clock strikes eight
it's scary time
it's necessary to rhyme
too lovely of a place to not


:iconayame-mentallyme:
Our Love Our Loss Our DesiresOur connection is heaven bound yet hell bent
We are the sinners that sinned in the name of love
We gave ourselves with hesitation
We are the sinners that sinned in the name of love
What glided through our hearts like the wind under the wings of a dove
our love was strong and our bond gave purpose to our beings
We sacrificed our souls to have this kind of love yet in the end
It spiraled to the ground like a wounded Eagle after the hunt
With nothing but regret
We lost our souls, the love that we sold to have it and all the fear that was frozen in the mist
You were the wind beneath my wing now you are the flames that consume them as I head to the ground with nothing but the faint feeling of love that you teased me with time after time.
The love you gave me felt like heaven and when shattered hurt like hell
Together we walked on egg shells now our feet are cut and stained with blood.
That's the only thing we have left from our Love, our Loss, and our Desires.
Dear You                                                                       Dear You
Dear You.
I'm writing to say that I'm tired of lingering in the shadows of the day
I'm tired of watching you smile knowing it'll never be because of me
I'm tired of being just that friend you see in the street
Someone you know just for meet and greets
I'm tried of being tongue tied with my stomach in knots
I'm tired of seeing others touch you and laugh while we share the same space
I'm tired of remembering the days when it was just you and me we were all we needed
Now I see You need more then just me
You need people to be there without being there
You need pe
FacelessI listen to words of the condemned
I listen to those who have no eyes
I listen to those who no one else can hear
I am the bridge from this world to the next
I am the one who dismiss the shadows and bring sun shine through the shades of gray
I've seen my soul...
Like Dorian gray it's ugly and cold
I'm lost at the seams where mind meets the fold of reality
I look into the faces of the faceless
Trying to figure out their stories
Lost in this unwinding extraordinary reality that's border lining insanity
I now know the faces of my faceless friends telling me their tragic stories and how
they came to an end.  
BalanceBalance...
The idea that good and evil reside within one another.
That without one there could not be the other..
Without friends there could be no enemies...
Even if some of those friends share the same identity as my enemies.
I could not be without either.
One kills me
While the other resurrects my sizzling ashes.
But what if I've met my Brutus?
The one that I loved like no other
deceives me and finds no fault in the matter..
Is my circle shattered?
Is there no need for me to trust again?
Am I doomed to keep those that resurrect me at arm's length?
Am I to break the connections I made with them just because of one act against me?
Is this why Hell was created?!
God loved and trusted the angel that was to betray him in long run
Hell is his sorrow...
What is mine?
Is my poetry my hell?!
Is my literary world my sorrow?!
Is my balance forever shattered?!
Et tu Brute?
You too would stab me in my back while calling yourself my friend, No you were my sister...
Not by blood but that did not m


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Faceless FlowerEven the prettiest flower didn't have a face.
And look how wonderful she is now.
Just a bud, everyone looking over her, not noticing.
But look how wonderful she is now.
She's bloomed since sprouting from the dirt you've buried her in.
Because that dirt turned her into someone beautiful.
Remember when you ignored her and the rains and winter fell onto her tiny petals?
Now she's stretching towards the bright sunlight.
Do you remember when she was faceless?
I'm sure you don't, but I'm sure you didn't expect this from her, either.
Just look at her beautiful, amazing and wonderful self.
Don't you wish you had seen was wasn't there?
Don't you wish you had seen what facelessness wasn't there?
Don't you wish that you weren't as blind as you were back then?
Innocence and ArroganceLife is good to the young and innocent
when all the world is gold.
Then Life's big brother Reality hits
once we all grow old.
The world that once was cool and pretty
is now one crule and mean.
We realize that age effects the world
and what we've seen.
The shadows are all creatures and
the tv isn't clean.
Our neighbors are all mosters and we
need to keep Earth clean.
Our children need more schooling but
our teachers just aren't right.
'Cuz they ignore little Bob and Joe
and they get into a fight.
Five dollars just ain't special
and Barney's just a tool.
You grow taller legs and torsos to
replace those bitty stools.
You're best friend's now a druggie
and you've become a whore.
The IRS is knock-knock-knocking
at your daddy's door.
The lies about what love is and
all the boys you knew,
You realize are now all fakes and
your hearts short life seems through.
The petty fights are wars now and
death is sad but true.
You can see them out there crying
and there's nothing you can do.
Being young
Our 'true' loveWarmth of sun,
Hidden so quick by the cold of the moon.
The rights of love like the faith of the heart.
You're love for me like the equinox.
Warm for a moment
And a could shoulder the next.
As opposite as spring and winter,
we shall never be the same.
Never be exatcly in time.
Never be the equinox.
RebirthBeing so young you don't see the lies
But as we grow older, we see b'tween the lines.
Can't we just accept that we're all gonna die?
we see the poor man but we all walk on by.
He lowers his head so you can't see his eyes.
He knows how you're going to die.
The young woman sits as she starts to cry.
She knows all her fates; she knows she is wise.
She knows how she's going to die.
Behind all the smiles and joy that he buys
is the pain and the hate that we all despise.
This is how he's going to die.
But from the ashes, the phoenix will rise.
He spreads his great wings as he starts to fly.
A new Earth will be born once we all die.



Non-members


Non-members need love too! Check out these awesome pieces :sun:

SummerA rose a bud, a thorn, a colour these are the mixtures of emotions in summer,
The sun it shines in radiance to behold a summers day is about to unfold,
The grass cuts the wind like blades from the forge the heat is reminiscent if not uncanny with a slight rapport,
It spins and turns as if in clockwork motion the gears & cogs rust with the stain of the ocean,
The wind is silent and infrequent this time of year its extremely rare to feel the breeze and to have the sky so clear.
Elegy to the Setting SunSetting sun at the end of the day
I pray thee to hold your last ray
Reserve your strength to keep the light
And prevent darkness from falling this night
The sun is sinking down so low
It fights so hard but it must go
The shadows' call is strong and bold
A powerful force for it to behold
I fear this is a battle that cannot be won
The night will consume the dying sun.
The Breath Of MorningBreath of morning so damp and chill
On green of foliage you make your fill,
effervescent light sprays onto land
While curls its fingers around the rolling green hill.
Trees redeem the gold of the hour
And unto thee awakes the sleeping flower,
with burst of song aflutter, ringing above heads
The song of morning in timely power.
Awake for thee, the earths sleepy yawn
Will see the glowing of the lawn,
but low and behold your work must start
Into the day faces away the dawn.
Butterfly DreamsWith beauty as their birthright
and flight within their means,
butterflies make an awesome sight,
like life born of dreams.
From a beginning so low,
as caterpillars, their time they bide.
They spend their lives to show,
that their beauty lies inside.
Soon the true magic begins,
as the chrysalis subsides.
The new butterfly spreads it's wings,
upon gentle breezes it glides.
At last it's beauty shines through,
for all the world to see.
With this ones wings of royal blue,
it flies on winds so free.
(Dedicated to Annette, who loves butterflies :) )

Waiting
I'll sit and wait
That's what I keep telling myself as I see others play around here. It's nice, the weather's warm, it rarely rains, and when it does after the rain stops another one arrives. There are a lot of us, waiting. We wait until the rain ends, and when the human arrives anther dog goes to join them.
I don't wait alone. I wait with my mother and grandmother. They have people they're waiting for too. We sit, our chocolate coats gleaming in the sun. We aren't sick anymore, we aren't old, we're young and playful. Of course, I was already young. I got sick, cancer probably.
The day I left I watched my humans cry until they couldn't cry anymore. I tried to see my master but the minute she realized it wasn't real I had to leave. I visited her a few weekends ago, in a dream. It was nice. We were all laughing and having fun.
They got a new dog. I see her, she's nice. I sent her to them. They love her, and I know they still love me. Love is never lost, it grows.
So here I sit. Waiting
A Flask of RosesHis French was very poor.  I remember my English was not much better.  The year was 1917 and this was hardly the first time such a situation had arisen.  Since he didn't seem to mind my stumbling English as much as I minded his schoolboy French, we spoke his language.  I still wonder sometimes what made me act so snooty at the time.  The desire for something to feel superior about, most likely, to feel that something of mine was too good to be misused and trodden upon.  
So we spoke in English and he bowed to me like I was a lady--led me on his arm in just the same fashion.  For a soldier he sure was a gentleman.  Not all of them put any effort into propriety; plenty of soldiers walked through my dear Paris as if they owned it just because they had guns and badges and uniforms.  But this one, Jones, F. according to his uniform jacket, had only one shortcoming in that he laughed a bit too loud and
Daddy's Girl10th May 2011
She's beautiful.
You hate her on sight. Her stride is long and confident, she's dressed immaculately. You can never be like her. Inside, you always wonder if you sound like the two year old you you've seen in old home videos. You were a cute kid, but grown ups behaving like kids are never cute. She's so mature you're sort of glad you're beneath her notice so that you don't have to see that smug disgust you're sure she'll display if she did.
You will never be like her. You'll never be friends with someone like her. Next to someone so utterly stunning you shrink to insignificance. The guy driving the car next to you is drooling and not paying any attention to the lights. You feel no guilt pointing him out to your friends and you snigger over the stranger's complete lack of a chance someone like her.
She strolls across the pedestrian crossing, not looking at the traffic and taking rapidly into a mobile phone. She's wearing the highest, thinnest heals you have ever see
A curl of FateI don't mind that it is all slow motion when you hold me close and let our temples touch the way they do. Then you smile that smile.
Or when you furtively steal glances at me from your circle of laughter and friends and perhaps think I didn't notice. Your eyes are electricity.
Sometimes when I am alone and had enough of writing for the night, I try to look at lady luck the way I'd look at you. Subjectively. She is a game of insignificant discoveries into the trivia of my recent memories. Like, you visit your own house and discover an interesting corner to sit and drink coffee when it rains, or find that spot there on the terrace for both of us if you arrived late on occasions and so on..
So we are holding hands again, strolling along the shabby street, away from my room and my books. A strip of sly breeze catches your curls and suddenly they are all I can think about. Then I see my luck peeking from behind the closed shutters, doing her little dance in the shining swirl of early mornin

The WavesPlease be my captain,
All others make way.
Sail on the seas of lust today.
Drifting away on an ocean so blue.
I shall command but listen to you.
FootstepsHe is the distant Moon
That rises after the sunset sky.
And in the late Nights of June,
Her dreams of the celestial body
Begin to untie.
In these spectacular nocturnal illusions
She soars up,
Up to the magnificent object.
Despite the fact that it is all a delusion,
She continues every night
Up to the moon to frolic.
The visits at the dead of night
Flourish into something more.
She now constantly yearns
For this beautiful sight:
A sensation she has never felt before.
As time slowly ticks on,
She must revert back to a cold reality
And quickly let go of a precious bond.
She walks into the tangible world
Always carrying cherished memories.
She gradually retreats from the vast sky,
Leaving an impact:
The mark that will forever lay.
The dainty footsteps on the glowing moon
Shall never fade away.
:thumb151942470: An Oxford SunsetA zesty tangerine bleeds into the violet sky
dyeing it a vivid neon pink
as I chase the sunset down High Street,
the desperate spins of my pedal
against the chilly breath of January's evening,
past the embers of yellow-lit studies
that line the rose stone corridors cold.
Impatient Time does not wait or linger
for the camera to lay this image to rest,
unblinking, precise, eternal in my memory,
and dam its dilution.
Now I fear sleep for tomorrow I will forget
the picturesque epiphany of today's sunset,
and in ten years the beauty of  youth and what it is to be young and free.


Dedicated Affiliates


(1 long-term affiliate, 1 newer affiliate)

:iconlyriclub: - We’ve been affiliated for a long time now, and I always see there is something new going on every time I look. An active club with super friendly members and an awesome founder, this place should definitely be on the top of your list if you love to write poetry and lyrics. So head on over to lyriclub and write a tune ^^

:iconx-poetic-peace-x: - With a variety of folders to submit to, and prompts to boot, this group is very welcoming for all sorts of writers! With more members it would allow for more contests and events, which I’m sure they’ve got hidden away in their minds somewhere. So don’t hesitate to check them out and let your written thoughts roam free in x-Poetic-Peace-x




Quotes for Inspiration


“ The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
- Eleanor Roosevelt

“ We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
- Oscar Wilde

“ Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.”
- Frank Outlaw


Final Note


Thanks for taking the time to read through! :love: We will renew our Laureate every ~2 months so you can expect to see another lit feature in that time.

If you (as a member, affiliate, or lit lover) have anything going on around that time and want us to share it, you may note us ahead of time and give us the details so we can feature it. In the meantime, you may do the same and we will feature it in our Members and Affiliates' Bulletin on our main page for as long as it is active.

See you next time!
--Chris
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