Thank you to everyone who joined in to play our scavenger hunt last week.
Drumroll, please…
And the winners are:
Ranting Crow, with second place and a fantastic e-book copy of The Reverie, Issue One.
And the grand prize winner of a print edition is:
Thank you for participating.
Yesterday’s voting results are in, so let’s give a big congratulations to Vlad Teodor Petcu and his poem, Ouija. You can find the original here, on his blog.
Thank you to all the poets who joined in with the prompt this week. There will be a new prompt on Monday, and remember, regardless of how we pick a winner, all entries are considered for the upcoming issue of the magazine.
A voice from the shadows fills the air
It freights the heart and puts rational mind to despair
Her words come blunt, truthfully and weighty
Heed the sapience even when is naughty
Graphics and symbols engraved
On paths shady enlightened
By magic of the fallen paved
With gates and keepers darkened
A band of spirits the deed enact
So the mortals can contact
The undead and the departed
The unknown….and the retarded
God and Satan are debating
If it’s the echo of a forgery
But we find them guns calibrating
When the naked truth reveals its mystery
Science and religion are antiques
When developing new techniques
Thru mists and witchcraft you are reborn
By the gracious god’s quill and his sinning thorn
Fathom everything with grace
While you seek the god
No mask can hide your taint
But for getting his embrace
Enthrall the perky muse on the forsaken rod
To rotten the new aphrodisiac saint
There is the foulest of decisions
When waste becomes from diamonds and gold
The corpse of the quill carries obsessions
Everyone will greedy taste
Panting hard and deep losing their chaste
As you, with last breath, to him thy soul you’ve sold
Your body is a vestige of a primal
Hymn of tears, death, and blood
Into a ravishing juice melting grotesque
Of delirious ambrosia and acidic nectar
When is caressed and bitten feral
Bones are cleaned to the thrill an exotic mood
Offered on the boiled altar
Horny-skinned token of unholy picturesque
On Tuesday, we gave you guys a super fun (at least, we hope) scavenger hunt! As of yesterday, only two people responded with answers! We’ve got prizes to give away guys! Give it a shot and see if you can get all the answers right. The winner will be announced Friday! So hurry, hurry, hurry!
Yesterday, we posted an amazing, super-cool, so-much-fun scavenger hunt and we’re on the edge of our seats to see who wins.
To win, you must be the first commenter with ALL of the correct answers. So even if you think someone else might already have it, post your answers anyway. We’ll check them and notify the winner tomorrow.
The first place winner will receive a free print edition of The Reverie Journal, Issue One.
The second place winner will receive a free e-book edition of The Reverie Journal, Issue One.
Good luck to you all!
I mean, what kind of game doesn’t involve a prize? That makes the whole thing worthwhile.
And we want to play a game.
So, we have a prize:
Basements are where we find ourselves, if we want to retreat from an indifferent world
Consolation comes alongside an axe to grind, since everyday life expects us to experience and overcome lows
Curtains are certain to come down on individuals, if their unsavoury motives are summarily revealed
Denial of ideals means we can’t connect to those we care about to see how good we make them feel
Expectations are always too high, demands we foist upon us just to impress others are unreasonable
Jittering from one thing to the next leads to unnecessary stress, the effects are often irreversible
Masks cannot help but slip when there’s nothing for them to grip; they soon start feeling fake
Obituaries are read side by side a heavy heart, the death of any relationship ultimately has tolls to pay
Restless in our endeavours, we’re repeatedly trying to please too many bodies with meagre time, all at once
Shivers run up and down our spines, whether we create them out of either fear or excitement
Swaying to the music when it fizzles in our minds, a defence mechanism designed to slay boredom
Swollen eyes from staying up round the clock, striving to finish off things we passionately believe in
Tumbling in headfirst isn’t the best strategy, unless you enjoy being hurt right from the start
Whiskey provides us a fiery kick but if you don’t like it then any alcohol or sugar rush will work
Meanwhile, on the other hand and flipside of this yin and yang coin
There are tons of cool things down here, silence allows us to focus consciousness in the Basement
Is it such a bad thing if we encounter lows? There wouldn’t be highs otherwise if it’s any Consolation
Trust is in short supply, it pays to keep our minds open wide, we must draw open the Curtains
Lauding ideals as pinnacles of evolution is what we strive for, no more living in the shadow of Denial
Playing to our strengths has consequence of giving everything our best, so we can raise Expectations
Questions we must ask, why are we are we so restless, then fix at the source to avoid Jittering
Hiding in obscurity just to please someone else? If we maintain our true identities, no need for any Masks
Relationships can die but teach us how to live and love stronger than before, new beginnings not Obituaries
A perfectionist is fine but you can’t please everyone all of the time, so be calm and less Restless
Abandon fears and instead, deliver pleasure to your lover, spine tingling affection creating Shivers
Music is soul nourishment, breathing in every note and word, mountains moved, opinions are now Swaying
Cheeks should be engorged from copious smiling and laughing, whereas egos should never ever be Swollen
Pride usually arrives before a fall but we don’t tend to learn anything, unless at first we’re Tumbling
Everybody has a shot at a happy life, true love and laughter, so in honour, let’s raise a toast with a glass of Whiskey
In the end, maybe we all just want the same thing
If we help each other, there’s nothing we can’t accomplish
Congratulations to this week’s community favorite, David Ellis. You can find the original piece on his blog, here.
Be sure to check in Monday for the newest prompt.
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