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Featuring those who submitted to the previous writing prompt from #Live-Love-Write, here are the participants for this week, featured in style, along with information on the newest prompt. Please remember to fave this journal to help support your work and the prompt! 
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Last Week's Writing Prompt
Musical
Admin's Choice:
The gentlemen's clubYou flip decks of cards like they're juggling balls
Calling bluffs and raising the stakes
Same way
Bar tender ups prices of moonshine,
While moon
Shines
Outside
Wondering why
Your brand of magic is wasted on them.
The cigarette you pirouette by the edge of your fingers
Is decrepit,
Barely fitting between
Toffee-apple
Lips
Those slits closed off to mythical speech
So you sing and spit through microphone hits
With crimson hair spilt across your face.
Much too warm bathed under key-lime, citrus tints
So pull off your dignity
To show ligaments
To pigs,
Sucking on figs
And that Hobgoblin – just want it to boil
The same way they make you do, foiling
You – spoiling...this
Angelo is beaten to death outside for looking at a man
The exact way you did except you’re praised
And paid
Whereas this wing man could only raise death
..."Just us playing around" they say
While they
Break more
Than just his spirit
Poetry
The Stars Don't know much about peopleThe Stars don't know much about people
Seeking eyes, seeking pools to bath in.
I can only feel safe in captivity.
Running still, Running out of any words
I can only produce insensitivity.
Stealing hope, Stealing all of your praises
I can only be as good as you want
I pray to grow older, steady with one direction, never to let go of the sun
I pray to grow wiser, steady with one direction, never to forget the sun
I pray to grow higher, steady with one direction, never to become the sun
Praying aloud, Praying to change this fate
I can only be what I wish to be.
Across The MountainWith weary feet they crossed the plains
To stand in the shadow of the mountain
Their pilgrimage is almost complete, yet
Ahead they face their hardest challenge
No time to rest, they begin their climb
Through bitter winds and blizzards
Past markers for many who have fallen
Souls who lacked the strength to go on
While their determination is tested
The party continue their journey
Their unity strengthens their resolve
To reach their final destination
For they are charged with a duty
To release their world from the grip
Of an entity that will kill and destroy
One who few have the power to defeat
As they descend the mountain
They
Elegy for a DreamHow do dreams die?
Do they simply fade away,
Like fog after a rainy day?
Do they go out with a bang,
Like a shot heard around the world?
Do they go out with a whimper,
Like a wounded animal dying in a hidden hole?
How do dreams die?
Do they change until they are unrecognizable,
Like the evolution of life?
Do they corrupt and corrode,
Like death and decay?
Do dreams kill other dreams,
Like people kill other people?
How do dreams die?
Can they die with a person,
Never shared or known?
Can a dream become reality,
Before it dies?
Can reality be a dream,
Before it dies?
How
do
dreams
ScarboroughIt's been a long time
Far too long to go back
It's been a long time
Since I've gone to Scarborough Fair
…
Go in my stead
My dearest friend
Go in my stead
And meet with someone who lives there
…
Tell him that
He was right
Tell him that
I used to love him after all
…
But also let him know
That he betrayed that love
Let him know
That I cannot take him back
…
He said
That he would never betray me
He said
That he would prove his love to me
…
A promise
Should never be left unfulfilled
A promise
One that he made, was broken
…
My heart will not allow
For him to enter my life once more
My heart will not allow
Me to ret
Prose
LOVE ME :<
This week's writing prompt, from December 3 to December 9, is:
Art Prompt
~[link]: TOWARD LOVE by *Leonidafremov
~[link]: insomnia by =agnes-cecile
Back to regular length of time. I hope these two paintings inspire everybody- respond to the selected piece(s) of art, and remember, be as creative as you can be. See you next time, folks.
There's really no restriction; it's all up to you.
Art Promptby #Live-Love-Write