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Welcome to :iconpoeticalcondition:'s Monthly Feature of Works!

Here are July's chosen deviations!

Cage of thoughtsStaring out of the window, he sees his reality.
It is so hard to acknowledge it for what it is.
Pain shakes him up with perfect integrity,
he's depressed from what his mind says.
Rejected by others in appalling manner,
he feels so uneasy and cannot breathe.
He's imagining the only right answer
that could put his mind back to ease.
This shadowy fantasy of his; however,
has got number of faults on its own.
Plainly, it cannot be answered ever
since the question is lost and unknown.
The cage of thoughts he created
is resistant to every move he makes.
By his own mind he feels sedated.
Even crawling slowly all his effort takes.
I wish he could see beyond his own beliefs.
I wish I could tell him what is going on,
so he could discard his deepest griefs.
Crying gracefully he could move on.
~Petra

by pytryseck

The Final ChordThe Final Chord
'T was the fourteenth night  of November
The wind, it did blow fast
Like an ill wind out from the Inferno
That carrie all and sundry in the blast
The people in the town expected rain
Alas! no rain fell for two nights past
In the fields scanty food remained
Nobody kew for certain how long 't would last
At the hour of eleven
A strange shadow appeared ahead
Neither any sound, e'en a footstep, was made
Nor was any word then said
It raised its arms to display a violin
I thought it would raise the dead
It raised the bow to touch a string
A jumble of chords rang forth
Then the strange fiddler began to sing
Until, at last, it sang the final chord
On that note, the town silent fell
The fiddler sang no more

by Michel-le-fou

Drizzling EffervescenceMisting like springtime
Rain on a fringe of lashes
Which frame tears of joy

by sioranth

The Janitor, The KingI spit polish my crown
now how is that for self pity?
How could it be that I end up all alone?
I'd trade my pawns for your queen,
a few diamonds for a flower
if it meant that I could rule the throne
of your heart with it's rib-cage
marrow and red walled space,
but of course--don't give it away
to a man like me or he will make a mess
of it's swelling veins
and empty chambers
and you will have to hire a poor man
to clean it all up,
and he'll ask you to pay him in
diamonds, and flowers,
and pawns and queens
and what a shame it will be to waste
these memories on
a janitor for a king.

by TheStoyTeller

1,001 NightsIn a land of
dreams and dust:
the curve of
a half-hazed sun,
devoured.

by Concora

Romance Is For SinnersRomeo and Juliet
share one poisonous
kiss. Their bodies intertwined
like the knotted vines
of a rainforest canopy
and lust heavy in the air
like smoke lingering
off a freshly lit cigarette.
Shunned by the ones
held dearest to their hearts
for following their will
and living the way
they wished. The most
wonderful love of all
comes with quite a
cost. Are you willing
to pay the price?

by WRITERandPOET



Congratulations to those chosen!

Keep writing and submitting, maybe next month, one of your pieces will be chosen.  :)

(We will not be accepting nominations for monthly feature of works, they are chosen at random by the admins. Please feel free to continue sending your nominations for our Member of the Month!)

Thanks so much everyone. I hope you're having a fabulous summer!

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