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Hello, everyone! The-Fire-Is-Rising here with some updates. I realize how terribly long it's been (since August!) since I've made a new blog entry, my sincerest apologies. I won't try to offer an excuse, my reasons were entirely personal and I wish it hadn't taken me so long to recover. That being said, let's get back on track, shall we?

I'm still planning another location for the group. Working on that was slowed down because of all that went on with me the past few months. Again, apologies.

For now though, we still need contributors. I've had one contributor resign (after a long time of being a big help, I couldn't be more grateful that they were with us for a time!) from their position. So I need a little help around here.

That being said, many of you back in July said that you would love to be of assistance either on DeviantArt, the new location, or both. If you are still interested in helping out please note me on my personal account ( The-Fire-Is-Rising ).
Tell me why you would like to be a contributor to the group, ask any questions you may have, and let me know if you want to, A) Be a contributor only on DeviantArt, or B) Help out here and on a new location once it's set up.
Please note me about this instead of commenting about it on the journal.

So with all of that out of the way, I hope the holiday season is finding you all well!

What do you guys say we do a prompt? We can't have a contest right now, due to lack of resources at the moment. However, I thought a holiday-themed prompt, launched in December, would be fun! Anyone else think so? If you do think so, then you are welcome to suggest a holiday theme you think would be fun via a comment on the journal.

Cheers, friends!
(And once more, my apologies for my absence, it won't happen again.)
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Are you a poet that focuses on emotional poetry? Do you pour your heart and soul into your poems to the point that they inspire the reader and bring tears to their eyes? If so, this is the group for you. Soul-Poets is a group to help emotional poets reach the audience they desire and receive helpful feedback/critiques.
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Sense of harmonyDear Mind,You have been in pain.You cannot seem to make a decision on your next steps. I've been frustrated by your inability to let go of the past. I'll admit I've played my part in harming you with pressure and put downs. Please forgive me for I truly want our peace, I am guilty of losing my patience.I will work harder at understanding your process. At listening to your plans and executing them accordingly. I trust in your ability to make logical decisions. Sincerely yours,heartDear Heart,You are reckless, irrational, ridiculous and dramatic. I can't seem to find the logic in your whims. However, your choices are exciting and memorable. Your passion puts me in awe. It still unsettles me; I can't seem to follow how you have come up with your decisions. I am lost and unsure. I would politely request for your comfort and reassurance. Sincerely yours,MindDear Mind,Of course, I would give you comfort and reassurance. I care for you even when I am antsy about where we are off to next. I care for you regardless of how disagreeable we become. I want you to be settled. I also need to feel settled. My movements are not based on what is most reasonable, it is based upon what draws a smile and sooths the soul. I have not a single doubt that all will be well. I trust you; I trust myself.Sincerely yours,heartDear Heart,Thank you, you are too kind. I think that it would put you at ease to know that I make my decisions based on what honors your joy. I am inspired by you. I am captivated by your ability to be larger than life. I am thankful for you. I am humbled that I can be warmed by your generous love. You never falter at giving all that you have and all that you are. I at times feel inadequate because of how self-preserving my nature is. I feel I am not enough, that I am a bore compared to you.Sadly yours,MindDear Mind,I do not think you are a bore; you inspire me with all your ideas and complex thought. I need your self-preservation. I am wild and reckless it is true. When I am wounded, scared and alone, you have uplifted and sheltered me. You opened my eyes to what is real when I was consumed by my pain. For as strong and deeply as I experience joy the same for when I am harmed. You secure me. I need you. I want you. I feel stronger and more secured by your knowledge. I am more confident with you. I have more direction with you by my side. I love you.Genuinely yours,heartDear Heart,I also love and care for you. I plan everything so I can stand by you and see you at your most joyful. I organize everything to have the most favorable outcome for I do not want to see you disappointed. You offer me so much warmth and affection. I will always want you. I need you, for when I do things without you. I find the outcome is cold and meaningless. I am lonely without you. I decide on keeping you close for as long as possible. I plan on it.Certainly yours,MindDear Mind,I am glad to hear you say so. You are the cornerstone of my peace. I will honor and love you forever. I hold dear this true redamancy between us. Fully yours,heart
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The Anniversary (Kristy and James)Dressed in grey jeans and a faded, black concert tee, Justin Kaye crouched in the bushes outside the small, ranch home at twilight and waited for the guy who lived there to leave. It had been a little bit for him—the person in question was clearly not following his usual schedule. It had been at least twenty to thirty minutes extra, and the would-be-thief was feeling frustrated and impatient.And cramped.He only just stopped himself from snarling finally out loud when he heard the front door open. He silently reprimanded himself over the irritability. It was not useful under the current circumstances. But then again, a twenty-minute crouch had not been in his plans for a quick break-in job to make some fast money.The man in question was young, tall and walked with a spring to his step; he looked like he was going out on a date. His long-ish black hair had been combed ‘til it was shiny. He wore beautifully-tooled black cowboy boots, matching belt and a black silk button-down shirt.Justin managed to suppress a laugh. He looks like he’s going to a Goth cowboy convention. The boy smirked at the snarky thought and the image it brought to mind. And he watched carefully. There were both a van and a pick-up parked in the driveway…black, of course. The young man waited until the homeowner hopped in his truck and drove off.Then he got to work on jimmying the window open…* * * *James Taylor Cade was a guy on a mission. Today was his and his wife’s fifth anniversary. He felt fantastic just at the thought, and he wanted everything to be just right.His Lady was a one-in-a-million woman, and that was a stone-cold fact. Sure, lots of guys thought things like that about the ones they loved…but James felt luckier than them, because he knew it for the truth.The way they’d met was freaking insane. The woman had brought out both a tenderness and a vulnerability in him that he hadn’t known he possessed. The circumstances were weird, true; but this person, his Kristy was special in the truest sense. After experiencing that level of freedom and closeness…well, he just wasn’t the kind of guy who could walk away from it. She’d only meant it for a single night—and James had already decided he wasn’t having any of that, no sir! The young man had known two things that night:One, if she left and he didn’t follow, he would never find her again…and two, if he allowed that to happen, James had known he would regret it for the rest of his life.She had been both a puzzle and a challenge, a mystery lady (still was)—and James Taylor Cade had never allowed himself to back down from a challenge like that. Their beginning together had been weird and warm and fun, and everything good he could think of.There was a gentle smile on his face as he got lost in the reminiscing.Five years ago:The very second she let him out of her van, he made a mad dash to his truck.And he followed her home, too. It was hard not to chuckle to himself at the thought. It wasn’t like him to push himself on someone…although, in all fairness, she had pushed herself on him, first.Not that he was complaining—the woman had brought out something in him he hadn’t even known was there. Within him there was now a joyful, burning desire for a kind of edgy excitement mixed with warmth and caring. He felt energized, released from some unspoken inner constraint. He might have run full-tilt to the top of a far mountain peak and howled at the moon…Or what he did do…swiftly slip in through her front door before she even realized he was behind her, and park himself on her big, black overstuffed sofa.To his credit, the young man managed to keep himself from laughing out loud in delight at the open-mouthed expression of surprise on her pretty face. Instead, he smiled warmly at her, staring into the endless depths of her misty grey-green eyes.When she finally closed her mouth, she shed her red, leather jacket and stated: “James, you need to go home.”The boy grinned at her. He had known he wasn’t going to scare Kristy. He didn’t believe she was scared by much of anything. Hers was very probably the cool head folks around her often needed. But he wasn’t scared of her, either–a fact the young woman probably found confusing.“No.” He’d answered, calmly and gently. “I won’t. You made the choice to grab me, earlier. I’m not mad about it. I freakin’ love how I am with you…who I am with you. I go nowhere until you agree to give us time to get to know each other on a deeper level.”So, yeaaahh…he managed to royally piss her off.“James Taylor Cade…you get your butt off of my couch right now! Go home, dammit.” She stamped her foot, looking cute as hell.He shook his head. “Nope…you’re stuck with me now, Miss Kristy Morrison. Do your worst; I go nowhere without that date for us to really get to know each other. ‘Til then, I’m staying right here on this comfy couch of yours.”The woman’s hands had been fisted at her hips. Her mane of red curls appeared to flare out behind her. The expression on her face seemed to say that anger and amusement were tussling to see which would rule this situation.At that point, he’d been pretty sure what was coming next, and he was right: Kristy pounced on him. James didn’t fight her at all, this time, and allowed her to arrange his body however she liked.Kristy flipped him onto his belly–and he turned his head to the side so he could keep looking at her. This time she used the scarf she had blindfolded him with earlier in the evening to tie his hands behind his back and the belt from her red leather jacket to bind his ankles together.“Knew you were going to do that, Kristy darlin’...” He murmured, with a gentle smile. The boy wasn’t panicked at all; he felt peaceful.“Will you shut up, James–seriously.” There was warmth and affection in her voice, despite herself. Kristy couldn’t really be mean if she tried, and he knew it.So he was smiling at her when she stuffed his mouth with one bandana, and cleaved his lips with a second.“I’m going to bed.” She announced, tossing a blanket over the bound boy on her sofa.James hoped she couldn’t hear him laughing quietly into his gag, as she half flounced, half stomped her way to her bedroom. From his position on her sofa, he was able to see down the short hallway. After ten minutes the light from the room blinked out.He sighed, contented enough that things were gonna work out. He simply needed to be strong enough to hold out. The boy rolled onto his side, curled up and closed his eyes…Only to open them five minutes later when the lights flicked on again, and he very distinctly heard Kristy mutter “Goddammit, James” under her breath.James immediately relaxed his body and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep–but he did open one eye just a slit to sneak a peek. And man did he have to work hard not to grin!Kristy was coming down the hallway wearing pale green cotton panties and a little, black t-shirt, and carrying a huge armload of bedclothes.She spread out several comforters and quilts to create a padded surface. Then she added some pillows and blankets…and James, too.“Mmph!” He was genuinely startled to be yanked off the couch like that!“I know you’re not really asleep James Taylor Cade, so quit playing at it, already.” Kristy murmured, pulling him down so he fell neatly into her arms.Laughing into his gag, James did as she requested, gazing into her misty green eyes. The young woman curled up beside him and pulled him into her arms. It felt wonderful, and the boy was unable to suppress a moan of appreciation.“Mmmmm…” Damn, that felt good! He wanted this forever.“You sound like you’re purring.” Kristy whispered, as her warm, little hands slipped inside James’ shirt. “I have no clue how you manage to be so freaking sexy and adorable all at once…but you pull it off, and it drives me crazy.”He liked that. She thinks I’m cute. Oh, it was not just her touch (although she already had him squirming helplessly beneath her hands) it was so much more than that. James was a tall young man with pale skin , black hair and eyes so dark, they might as well be black, too. Basically, most folk seemed a little intimidated by him.But not Miss Kristy Morrison…she had smiled at him, wanted him immediately. (Kidnapped him, to use a more honest term.) Maybe he should have been mad at her, but he wasn’t. Ohh, she had scared hell out of him at first, and no lie. But she had been kind and comforting, and wild and sweet and every good thing he could think of.Kristy’s hands were in James’ hair as she gently pulled his head back. Her kisses seemed to sear a path of fire down the tight arc of his throat as she held him in place. The boy swallowed, moaning deeply through his gag as his thoughts scattered in all directions.****So…this was obviously a night for him to feel seriously dumb. At least, that was how Justin was seeing things. He had started working on the window, only to realize that he hadn’t heard the door lock click…Fuck. No one was around…the boy moved swiftly and quietly. He opened the front door, slid inside and closed it as silently as he possibly could. Justin looked around, surprised to see lighted lamps and lit candles scatter around.“Boy, you have got to be some special kind of stupid, breaking into my home.” The voice was soft, feminine and amused…not the least bit scared.Swallowing, Justin slowly turned around.He was face-to-face with a tall, pretty redhead wearing gorgeous pajamas made of dark red silk. And she must have been doing a quick repair of some kind, because she was holding a huge roll of black duct tape. She was also advancing on him–and the expression on her face was decidedly unhappy.“And on my anniversary, too, goddammit.” She muttered. She shoved the roll of tape up her arm, for all the world like a huge, black bracelet..Then she leapt at the would-be-thief. And Justin froze…and realized, to his dismay, he was actually afraid.Now she was pissed. Not only invading my home, but on our anniversary. I swear, the freaking audacity of some folks. He sure picked the wrong house for it.Kristy had always been more capable than most folks gave her credit for, and she was no one’s coward. She leapt forward and kicked the legs out from under the idiot interloper. Just a dumb kid…I don’t wanna completely destroy this little fool. Looks like I’ll be needing this gaffer’s tape, after all, huh?Justin tried–he really did. They zigzagged around the living area, while the would-be-thief slowly lost ground. He did his best to defend himself. The young man really didn’t want to hit the lady.But even if he had been willing to go on the offensive, the results for him would have been the same: she was so fast! And this woman knew how to fight.Yep. The boy thought, ruefully. You’re right, lady…I am obviously a special kind of stupid.Kristy kept it up, slowly backing the kid up against the wall…****There’s just something about this woman. It was extremely hard for James to think, with Kristy tormenting his helpless form and brushing against him with her now nude body. Still, he had made the realization that he genuinely liked who she was, and not merely the through-the-roof, mind bending pleasure she was capable of giving him.Although that’s pretty damn nice, too. Oooh! Oh man…“Mmmmphh…” James was making the soft, muffled purring sound through his gag again. It seriously drove her crazy–and Kristy simultaneously felt the desire to melt all over him and devour him whole.And speaking of melting…as she teased his flesh with her mouth and tongue, that was exactly what the boy who lay beneath her seemed to do. His head fell back exposing the chiseled lines of his smooth, masculine throat.James possessed potent pressure points in that area, as she already knew. The young woman flicked at them quickly and firmly with her tongue. The body that lay bound beside her spasmed and struggled as the boy in her arms cried out at the flash of orgasmic pleasure that rushed across his skin, igniting the pathways of his nerve endings as it went.His toes curled from the sensation, and his breaths came faster. James briefly wondered if he and Kristy were still on the floor of her living room–because he felt exactly like they were in the center of the Universe, and he could see forever from there.Kristy’s body, her mouth, her tongue were remembering every line of James’ captured form. And while she might have wished to deny it, every sound he made was like a golden note hovering in the enchanted air, a pure and beautiful song, plucked gently on the shimmering strings of her heart. She had made him hers, there was no arguing facts of this sort…And the nature of such a truth meant that she, too, was caught up in this eccentric and beautiful magic they made together…and maybe she didn’t mind as much as she had thought she would.No…if I’m honest, I don’t think I mind at all. Might be a little crazy, but so is this whole situation.James was already ecstatic. He was drifting across the upper stratosphere, feeling more and more and more. So, when Kristy wrapped her beautiful, long legs around his waist and claimed him within her, it was a lot like suddenly being pulled back to Earth…then shot back up higher and further than before. He was in outer space, now, surrounded by stars and galaxies. He struggled and cried out at a pleasure so intense his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.But oh…damn. The woman was just so hot, so wet, and he had not forgotten her exquisite muscle control. Deliciously tight and strong enough for her to use in all the best ways. Bound and rendered powerless, once more, James was unable to return the favor and give her the kind of pleasure she gave him.So, all he could currently do was show his appreciation of her tenderness and skill in his reactions–he didn’t hold back. And he swore to himself he never would. He thought about all that had happened since they had first met, and knew he would never be satisfied with only a single night. And then, Kristy tilted her pelvis and squeezed–and James was unable to think coherently at all…Dimly, he was aware he was screaming into his gag while his body thrashed around wildly in the overwhelming explosion of singing, tingling pleasure that rushed through and across his ecstatic form in wave after wave of sensation. The woman held onto him tightly, crying out her own pleasure into the flesh of his shoulder.The boy felt his gag being pulled. James opened his eyes and met her misty, green gaze. Kristy kissed him, and he returned it eagerly.“James,” she murmured. “Dammit James, I let you go…”“Yeah, Kristy, you did–and I came back.” His voice was soft…he was almost too happy to speak. “So…how many nights do I have to spend on your sofa like this for you to agree to marry me…?”“James. Dammit…”Kristy’s body collapsed on top of his, as she uttered a sound halfway between a laugh and a groan. When she released the bindings on his wrists, he hugged her as tightly as he could.It took less than a beat for her to hug him back just as fiercely…and when they kissed, there were tears on both of their faces****Coffee tables were not created with human comfort in mind. That is, if you happened to be laying on one, you begin to hurt very quickly. This was Justin’s reflection, as he pushed uselessly against the heavy bands of tape that held him in place.It’s fuckin’ murder on a guy’s back.He’d been no match for the lady of the house, and that was the truth.“No more–I give!” He’d finally called out, hoping for a little feminine mercy. Nope. Not this particular one, anyway.She had immediately swept all the magazines off the long, thin marble-topped coffee table with a single arm. “Lay down here, on your back.” She’d growled.When the boy had attempted to protest, the angry woman had begun advancing on him once more…and he had hurriedly complied with her order.And that was where they were now: His ankles were taped together, his knees were bent, and his bound feet were fastened between two of the table's short legs. The hard surface was instantly uncomfortable beneath his head and back. A huge “X” of the tough black tape was used to seal his lips shut. (It was very effective, much to his chagrin.) After that, tight bands of tape were simply wrapped around him, fastening him to the unyieldingly hard tabletop.Justin had no clue how this would end for him. What the woman had done to tie him up was as humiliating as it was uncomfortable. The boy had no clue how long she was going to make him stay like this.And…since his captor had managed to yank his tee off during their scuffle, there was the added issue of what would happen when he was finally released: Justin did not shave his body, and he was fairly hairy. The young man winced at the thought.The only thing he had managed was to tear the seam on the side of her expensive pajamas. At least it’s something. He told himself. Until the woman found the tear in her silk pajamas. She sat cross-legged on the floor and bowed her head.When Justin realized she was crying, he suddenly felt about two inches tall.****James in the present day:James finished his errands as quickly as he could (sentimental thoughts of the past notwithstanding). He had a giant box of handmade chocolates, three dozen roses in purple, red, black and white tied with a giant white bow, a sapphire and silver necklace in a midnight-blue velvet box…and a black paper bag with a couple of risqué items he’d picked up at “The Lynx Den” for later.He’d wanted to take his wife out to dinner, too–but Kristy had been adamant about making their Anniversary meal. He knew he had gone a bit overboard…still he could barely wait to surprise her.James was grinning when he pulled into their driveway. He hopped out of his truck with an armload of gifts and a song in his heart. I was only when he got close to their front door (painted a cheery red with black framing for contrast) that the young man noticed it was ajar.A break-in? Shit. Alarmed, James Taylor Cade sprinted inside; a home invasion was trouble. Kristy might kill the guy…But the sight that greeted him when he reached the living room was enough to make a man laugh out loud.“Why Kristy Morrison-Cade,” he teased, surveying the job she’d done on the stupid punk kid who’d tried to rob them, “I wish you’d let me know ahead of time when you plan to redecorate our living room.”The kid on the table rolled his eyes. His Kristy let out a sobbing laugh from where she was sitting on the floor. The fact she was crying was enough to make his cheerful expression change abruptly.The look on the Goth cowboy’s face was enough to chill Justin to his core. Smiling, the guy looked pretty normal–angry, his face was nearly demonic. The boy on the table swallowed. Since the cowboy’s wife was some kind of super-ninja fighter, he would have been only mildly surprised to learn his captor’s man possessed demonic powers or gifts. This has been one fuck of a night.Kristy was his priority. James sat down beside her, and she threw her arms around him. The young man held his wife while she wept.“James…that little idiot tore the jammies you gave me last Christmas!” She sniffled, showing him the seam.“Aww…we can fix it, darlin’.” He told her, kissing her beautiful mouth until she smiled. He handed her the chocolates.“Why don’t you take these into the bedroom, Kristy Love. I’ll call the sheriff, and we can order in.”“You’re a good man, James Taylor Cade–and I love you.” She whispered with a kiss. Then she hopped to her feet and did just that.“I love you more than anything, Kristy Morrison-Cade.” He returned, right before she closed the door to their boudoir.He called the sheriff’s office; and he was still there. James and Kristy knew Jamal Walters and his family personally. It was no issue to call him directly like this.James told him everything…until Jamal was laughing uproariously. “Man, James…does Kristy want to come work for the Force? I’m not even joking. If he’s who I suspect he is, well, we’ve been trying to nab that punk for months”James chuckled. “Nah…she’ll probably want to stick to designing apps. It’s our Anniversary. Can you come pick him up?”“Yeah–be there in twenty minutes, James. Happy Anniversary! See you in a few.” The Sheriff was still chuckling when he hung up.James stood for a moment over Justin’s prone form, glaring down at him. No one made his Kristy cry and got away with it. The kid swallowed; his eyes were wide and worried.James Taylor Cade picked up his wife’s discarded roll of gaffer’s tape and proceeded to add strip after strip across the captured boy’s hairy chest. Normally, he was not inclined to be this mean, but dammit, this kid had earned it.“You got about twenty minutes 'til the sheriff gets here. I really hope you learn from this, kid.” James turned abruptly and went into the bedroom to be with Kristy.Justin moaned at the thought as the Goth cowboy closed the door, leaving him alone with his thoughts. A double-whammy: getting arrested and having all his chest and arm hairs yanked out when they untied him.Lesson learned. The boy thought, squeezing his eyes shut.From behind the closed door of the bedroom he could hear the cowboy moan deeply and the ninja lady breathe out a sexy growl:"Ahhh. Dammit, James..."~The End~
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What was my homeA place where the men around me stole my voice,they never heard me.I couldn't exactly hear them either over my pain of being misunderstood.Guided by women who only yelled and even then their words were silenced by the ignorant,truth from a woman unacceptable.No woman I knew could be silenced,they only pushed more.I was not like them, I shamefully stayed quiet.How beautifully strong they seemed,I suffered from my inadequacies in comparing.I never felt the urge to push but tried to follow the example set for me.Why keep pushing when no one wanted to listen?I've said my peace and I thought that was enough, yetthe women pushed further.I couldn't understand what was even important anymore.The back and forth of the women screaming to be heard,men wanting them to be silent.When the women were silent is when I saw the men around be truly afraid.A tired woman was the scariest thing seen, given up, fed up, hopeless.The men I knew fed on the strength of women,they took it for granted.The women I knew didn't know how strong they were but,naturally displayed a frightening fierce force.I come from strong women, caring women, blind women.I however was a mute woman who saw clearly.I never felt my home because I was always living inside of other's.I did not know myself properly or how to create a proper home within,granted neither did the women I watched; creating homes in men pushing them to create homes for them all, if only these woman knew they could of created a home for themselves without guilt especially because they had the power to.The women before me were homeless.I always wanted a home, but I always renting, moving around. Trying to find the home that was the safest, most peaceful and made me feel free.Living in other's home means abiding by their rules which was stifling to my spirit.Breaking the rules in other's home caused chaos and eventually forced me to go.No matter what, I would eventually overstay my welcome in other's home.I understood from what was my home I must do what I never seen: I will create and build myself a home. This life I dedicate myself to constructing and maintaining my own home, where I can properly shelter and share.I do this in honor of the women who come after me. May I, as a woman show them how strong they are. May the next women see what is my home and know what is their home.
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Bayneling Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
This is so cool!
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Hello guys:wave:
For all the poets who are interested, I would love some feedback on this poll.
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jagrier Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2012  Professional Writer
I have created an Art Feature, "Poetry+Art: Early April Poetry" [link] that may be of interest to your members (one of the poems is from your group). Thanks!
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Thank you so very much for adding my poem.
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