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Poetry Contest! 500 Points!!!Okay, deviants, here is another contest.
This is a POETRY contest. The winner of this contest will receive 500 from me.
Here's how to win:
1. It can be any type of poem, as long as it has AT LEAST 2 STANZAS!
(A stanza is an arrangement of a certain number of lines, usually four or more, sometimes having a fixed length, meter, or rhyme scheme, forming a division of a poem. [reference: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/stanza])
2. IT MUST BE A NEW POEM. I will check. If it is a poem you have already written before the date I am typing this journal, 3/16/2013, then it will be disqualified.
3. MUST be an ORIGINAL poem. Nothing from google or any sites.
4. It can be any type of content, it doesn't matter. Write your heart out.
5. FAVE this journal, PROMOTE this journal as your own or spread the word, and COMMENT with a link to your poem for this contest.
6. DEADLINE is 3/30/13 at 11:59:59 pm EST.
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Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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