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Sorry for the  two month long delay in the critique department newsletter. ^^;

So far, we've critiqued 576 deviations thus far. And we've seen a big spectrum of works here. So today's going to be nothing more than a mosaic of the works which have been critiqued by the team.

Random selection from first page:

Bel Air of Red RosesWhen my time comes,
I will finally be free from the evil of this world.
I will be ready.
Take me to the Lord.
Please let me in,
Into the pearly white gates.
I want in,
To see the faces of my beloved.
I want to roam the golden paved streets,
Sing in harmony with the angels,
Live in the mansions.
I want to experience the foretold place.
Let me in the clouds,
The light mist of Bel Air.
Breathe in the fumes of holy,
And relax after the long, past life.
Do not deny me entrance,
I will not let this happen.
Gargoyles of stone,
Do not mock me.
Tilt head back,
Eye lids close,
Lay back. Please grant me my halo.
Welcome home.
Da dam la di da,
Ah ah ah,
Ohhhh, oooooo,

Dreams do come true.
Butterfly LoveThis is my memory of us.
About me
For you.

I meet you.
The butterfly takes shape within the first clasp of our hands,
Molded unknowingly by our fingers,
Its early wings unwittingly cut out of our first startled glance.
Its body builds itself alive in our awareness of each other.
It wants to fly in fearful recognition
Between us,
I think.
It briefly stutters into existence,
While we awkwardly talk at each other
And we make accidental and fleeting connections,
That we sever almost immediately.
It stills and waits when we look away
And it flares in a brief, passing touch.
Its wings unfurl unbearably in my chest
Struggling to burst out.
I cannot breathe because I can't stop smiling.
My hands are trembling
And so am I.
I feel we don't have together at the same time,
Even if we have each other in the same place.
We birth and destroy imaginary, separate swarms,
Flinging them outward and upward,
Their confused bodies with incomplete wings
Shredding into each other senselessly,
:thumb444833136: LoveWhat does love mean to you?
Love is a bond that doesn't break,
No matter the stress,
Or whatever the stakes.
It's a bond of trust and love,
Where care is easily found,
And on that day where hearts meet,
Together you are bound.
Days, months, years later,
On that altar fine,
Those few words that you will never forget are said,
"You may kiss the bride."
A life of love,
And a love of life,
Together you'll stand,
And together you'll get through all of life's strife.
No matter what happens,
No matter what life does,
You'll be together,
Just like two doves.
SurrenderThere are words I don't recognize
on the walls of my contentment.
I'm not sure what language they're in
or who wrote them, but I do know
that they say something about surrender.
I've given up more times
than I've given anything else.
That’s how you found me. Curled up,
knees to my chest, trembling. And you
in your good nature mistook my weakness
for prayer.

Random selection from second page:

midnight aches and inside strangersevery night
I wake up to strangers
in bed-
the oaths
kept in the
depths of my
live metaphors
of the fears
tucked underneath
these sheets
the dearest dreams
these are the cups
of warmth
searching for
a heaven
in my sorrows
a chest
in the riverbed
of a throat
choking in
plucking thorns
from the vine garden
that is
my neck.
They are the ones
in my blood
at night
the magnitude
shuddering my bones
without rest
There's no fright.
only a contortionist
folding and unfolding
in my chest
while the moon
my sky's pendant,
and just listens.
Can I?Can I see your face like clearer skies on sunny days?
Can I hear your words like those blowing tender winds?
Can I hear your whispers like the crisper leaves on Autumn months?
Can I feel your skin as soft as smoother grass?
Can I feel your tears like a rainy day?
Can I see your face again to wipe away those pouring tears?
Can I hear your cries, so I can sever all the lies?
Can I hear your screams, so I can fix them in our dreams?
Can I feel your wrath, so I can change my path?
Can I feel your pain, so I can rid of me this bane?
Can I tell you all my guilt? 
Can I tell you all the nightmares that persisted from my guilt?
Can I tell you all the sorrow that I feel, as I watch you breaking down from all the quarrels that we had?
Can I touch you once again, so I can feel the strength that gives me all the power that I need?
Can I touch you once again, that I can break away the chains that hold the truer man inside me?
Can I ask you once again for your forgiveness?
Can I have anoth
Quiveringwith inner
racehorses quivering
i hide behind
tobacco walls
                                                        a brittle spell which smells
                                                        of ash and sunlight
blank desire sires
:thumb409168896: The Rangers last standBullets flying through the air
Explosions rippling the sky
Rifles cracking the night
Enemies in my sights
Waiting seemingly in line
As our lives meet our deadline
Lover in my arms
Kids around my feet
This is why I die
So that they would all
Have the time to live
Even if we soldiers
Must give up our lives
A ricochet brings me back up to speed
My comrades line up right next to me
Who are all making fellow sacrifices
So that their families will continue on
Just like mine
As the invaders press on
We hold our own
Even as we fall one by one
We were never alone
A bullet went right through me
Blood blossoming out my chest
Numbing cold eliminates my heat
Falling down to the earth
I pray to God a few things
That my loved ones shall be safe
That our sacrifice shall not be in vain
And that even if I die today
I'm proud to say
That we Rangers went all the way

Random selection from third page:

Tell me you're joking.We are not binary stars
Destined to revolve around each other
Even after death.
We don't have dragon hearts,
And eyes of galaxies
Consumed by fire.
We don't even have lovely, lonely, sailor bones.
We're just a car crash in the middle of somewhere
Carcasses fallen long ago in the dirt
Dream dust flowing from cuts all over.
But we still keep walking
And walking,and walking.
I've forgotten how to taste the sea
And sleep within the moon.
All I can remember
Is that the stars
And that I knew
Once upon a time,
That there was a difference
Between being dead
And alive.
:thumb395248388: She knowsHow to seduce a woman
She knows
How to please a woman
She knows
How to treat a woman
She knows
And how to love a woman
She definitely knows
Being a gentleman, so retro
Being a hero also too vintage
Being a charmer but losing  temper
Being a great lover not every man can
She knows how to touch me
Knows how to make me smile
She knows how to love me
How to make my eyes shine
Woman to woman, being gentle
Woman to woman, being in love
Woman to woman, being simple
Heart to heart beat in unison
How to make me feel special
She knows
How to make me feel needed
She knows
How to make me feel pleasure
She knows
How to make me feel loved
She definitely knows…
Fate be damned.personally,
i can’t see myself with
the milky way embedded in my
bones, much less my heart. it
sure would be nice to wish upon a
star for our happy ending, but i think
my prince charming just
sees through
i am a phantom
with wanderlust
stitched into my
lips and rose petals
inked into my skin.
these galaxy-fearing
bones would like to
whisper “i love you”
in every language of
the world,
because fate may
not exist and it’s
high time i form
my own destiny.
electrolytes                                      She is
                              electrolytes shivering
                       off winter blue satellites orbiting
                     on ruptures in his arteries and wisteria
                  drenching his senses [clawing] dirt neath her
                      nails, trembling skeletal structures as
                         the stars scream in [unbalance]
                              churning mythology and

Random selection from fourth page:

NaPoWriMo Day 8Fine Autumn had come, coloured the leaves red;
Winter tethered a kiss upon her cheek,
as Constellations crept upon her bed.
Upward a crop of clouds, white misty streaks.
A way, a spark of sun, had not have fled
for wonders burst too fine and pure to speak.
Each season falls to greet the next in flow
as oceans freeze and crystal petals grow.
A place to lay my headSo far I have traveled
So much blood has been shed
but all I'm really after is
A place to lay my head
The weather is frightful
and the roads plagued with danger
I failed to add to a solution
Completely driven by my anger
But I am not the same
I'm not the man i was before
I promise to have changed
no longer living by the sword
If I can not convince you,
Allow me just one full night of peace
Just a mattress and a cover
and maybe a little something to eat
For tomorrow is a new day
"A warrior's nightmare", my father said
"As every day is a new journey for
A place to lay your head."
BabbleOften spoken like amateurs
and dabblers, blowhards
who feed on mediocrity.
seated straight
chest out
babbled speech
that fool fools with
every utterance.
The unknowing patterns
like a self-centered narcissist,
controlled apathy,
tattered fantasies that
keeps on going
like a travesty.
gladly heel
to every fallacy.
LabyrinthAriadne's string
was made from the same twine
Dad uses to keep the plants
in the yard from drooping to their
knees, but still
I gripped it with two firm hands
and prayed it would not unravel
like the fine threads that
used to make up my mind.
I am driven to insanity
by the heavy thump of
Minotaur's hooves on the
sandy floor, cursed to the
darkest corner of Tartarus
for daring to look over
my shoulder.
The ceiling curves downward
until it meets the floor. Where
is the bottle labeled
'Drink me'?
must have made this maze
for mice (and
was just
some punk on Red Bull)
Let Me Tell You A StoryLet Me Tell You A Story
A little girl once walked though the world,
and the world let her keep her head up high.
Soon she found out that if she bent her head only a little,
the world would let her skip.
She skipped and skipped until one day she discovered that when she fell,
bending it down just a slight bit lower eased the pain.
Pressure built as she traveled through her years,
until she discovered by bending just a little bit lower, the pressure was easier to handle.
Every time something became too much she would bend just a little lower,
the change not because she was beat down, but because she succumbed.
Now she falls down into a sweeping bow, shoulders drooped, eyes lowered, head fixed on the floor,
when the world decides to let her look up again.
The air allows for her to rise the same amount she fell when she was young,
before the last gust knocks her to her knees.
No other time before now has she known what a mistake the first fall was,
but no other time before now did she appr

Random selection from fifth page:

Grounded HeartsChapter One
Dubai, pearl of the Persian Gulf, a modern metropolis, is famous for its oil and free trade zone. It is situated in far North-East of the United Arab Emirates. In cosmic view the city has a form of a short, but very wide strip stretching throughout the coast of the Gulf.
The city is divided by a creek in two parts: Old Dubai or, as the people call it, Deira and  New Dubai, which arose from sand in less than a decade. To the North from Dubai stands a city named Sharjah, the capital of another emirate.
Here prices are low and life is luxury. You can call the city "heaven". Skyscrapers, shopping centers, souks, restaurants, fast-food chains, bazaars and others can be found in this oil rich oasis. There are many modern famous places people visit here, like Burj-Khalifa, the highest building ever built, artificial islands called “The World” and “Palm Islands”, Dubai Mall Aquarium, Atlantis Hotel and ect. Traders often visit the Gold Souk. It is obvio
LifeA Day, A Night
A Fading Light
A Dream, A Fight
Passion for Flight
A Tear of Pain
A Sorry Delight
In The Hands of A Force Unknown
Life is still
Like a Rolling Stone
Precious BloodRed tears fall to the ground,
blood-red rain covering the surroundings.
An Angel's tears, precious blood,
dribbling     a

Wasted on mankind, the poison on Earth.
Her wings crossed,
protecting her against the evil outside,
forgetting the evilness she let in her heart.
She's crying, letting her tears fall.
She weeps her precious blood for the useless mankind.
Gabriel's sword's gonna taste blood tonight,
blood harvested from mankind.
The Sacred Reaper watching, filled with hatred, over man.
:thumb351950408: My Eleventh Hour
I. Prologue: Self-Exile to Purgatory
With my eyes shut tight, I heard a terrible screeching sound.
It came from above and below, left and right, the sensation of a sphere surrounding me.
I dared not open my eyes for fear of what would be found.
It came again, its echo scraping the courage from every muscle and every bone.
The screech possessed the piquancy of steel dragging its edge across hard stone.
I lingered inside myself for a while, ignorant of my current situation,
Searching for some opinion or belief based upon solid predication.
I found only a fringe area of my mind linking me to an uncertain actuality,
A fragment of information dormant and in a state of certain fragility:
My name was Justin, wasn't it?
And now, knowing this, I face finality.
Brought here by my own doing,
To escape from all my pains,
The pills coursing through my veins,
The rope holding tight around my limp figure,
I know I had done a terrible thing,
Sacrificing my joy, laughter, and spark of vigor,

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Margethe94 Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2014
Thanks for fearturing my piece! :)
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
anytime :) Stay blessed.
Ghostjay55 Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I appreciate the feature :)
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
thank you for being a constant part of this group. You're an asset. Stay blessed, and stay happy :)
Ghostjay55 Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
It is my pleasure :)
SirRantsALot Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you for the feature!
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
thank you for being present here on dA, and for being an old faithful of the group. You're a gem, never forget that :)
SuperGirlSwag Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
thank you!!!!! 
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
no, thank you :) Thank you for being a part of the group, and for having faith in the critique team. Stay blessed.
Michel-le-fou Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2014  Professional Writer
Great news. I'll try to get over to it in a few days.
shehrozeameen Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
yay :dummy:
Michel-le-fou Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2014  Professional Writer
Hopefully soon
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