(CLOSED) {Festival Event} Create Something!

Welcome to the "Create Something" Mini-Magnetic Festival Event!

For the Full Mini-Magnetic Festival Programme, click here!

In this Festival Event, the magnets and I invite you to Create Something inspired by a mini-magnetic piece of your choosing! The Something you Create does not have to be Perfect to win, because winners will be chosen by random raffle. The idea is to have actual fun Creating your Something-of-Any-Quality. Yay!

The deets:

  :bademoticon: PRIZES: :bademoticon:   

1 GRAND PRIZE WINNER: 500 points!

10 ADDITIONAL WINNERS: 50 points each!

Step the Third: I'll feature your Creation here for all to admire, and you'll be entered in the raffle.

 NOTE: You may submit as many Creations as you like and I will feature them all here with glee! However, there shall be a maximum of two raffle entries per person!

 ANOTHER NOTE: If you have created something inspired by mini-magnets in the past, that counts!! Just link it to me along with its inspiration poem!

March 20, 2016

(That's almost three weeks to Create Something!)

Need some inspiration? Check out what others dreamed up the last time we did this!

(CLOSED) 500-Watcher Contesty-Raffley Celebration!The mini-magnets were elated (and I was flat-out shocked) to discover that they have 500 amazing watchers, six months into their mini-magnetic adventure. They poked me and said, "We ought to celebrate these fine people, you know." 
I quite agreed. The question then became: How ought we to celebrate?  
We could hold a contest, but then we'd have to pick something that was "the best." Best-ness is a tricky business with art-n'-writing, being, as they are, highly subjective. And we could hold a raffle, but those are kind of boring, because you don't really get to play. You just sit there and wait for a name to be drawn. 
After much mini-magnetic discussion, the solution became obvious: we ought to hold a contesty-raffley celebration thingy.
  :bademoticon:  PRIZES BEING: 

  :bademoticon:  Have a glorious time Creating Stuff!  :bademoticon:   

All Festival entries below! 

  

  

 

  

  

Shaken, Sifted, StirredBallads & Biscuits VII: Shaken, Sifted, Stirred
March 8, 2016
The Daily Magnet #352 © FridgePoetProject
you are the earthquake
in my bones,
                     fracturing my fear
you are the crucible
in my soul,
                 melting my anxiety
             purging all impurity
         molten beauty
            hardening into an ingot of gold  

Stormy SmoochBallads & Biscuits IV: Stormy Smooch
Wednesday 2/17/2016
The Daily Magnet #333 © FridgePoetProject
I tip my face
up to the rain
and ask it
for a kiss
gracious drops
gently caress me;
stoking desire
into liquid fire  

  

  

Moonlight and starshineThe starlight in her eyes filled my heart and soul,
With constellations of longing and bliss.
Indeed, she is the Moon,
Guiding my way, and soaring through my dreams.  

Scribble storiesScribbled down her arms were words,
words after words,
black on her skin.
And the words formed stories,
that she kept coming back to,
for the words don't stop,
they come and come again,
baiting her with their tangles and she writes and writes more.
She had written her skin with the words,
thick and deep,
black against white and red -
  the walls were next,
    when she ran out of skin...
and now she's moved writing on glass -
windows and plates,
words coating every surface
and the stories are still coming....  

Start of a Journey         Are the shoes slowing you down,
              when the feet yarn to touch the ground?
        Ditch the shoes, you don't need them,
                                                your feet know more,
                                                                   you should trust them.
 
       Give the shoes for the wind,
                                           chase after,
                            let  

CradleLong gone and worn
 are these trails,
     old and lost from
           the mind of mankind.
  The forest is dark,
     but not dead at all,
        with whispers and whispers
           of mad man's fall.
     And the trees shall tremble,
         devour the ground,
           no more cradle can here be found.
       The world will change,
           and clarity too,
              walks with madness,
                        like I do with you.  

So Simply Worded"But you see, my dearest,"
In return, he had pointed out so kindly,
"You've been living in a life of illusion,"
"For I've always been ' 'round the bend'."
He then smiled,
"This suit and tie I wear,"
"Just so happens to"
Shatter this illusion that you've been seeing."
-     -     -
"So in short, miss..."
"You've been utterly lied to,"
"So much that you've gone down a path"
"That no one else can possibly relate."  

Risk for rewardOh, my birdcage beauty…
Have you never longed
To taste the sky?
You see, my free fellow…
I have everything I need,
Why would I soar to die?
Oh, my birdcage beauty!
The air is the freshest,
The feed, most satisfying!
But my free fellow,
This is my home –
I cannot leave it.
Shall I slip a feather out, I will fall
For I know not how to fly.
Oh, my birdcage beauty,
All of us must fall,
You must know that.
Only then may you taste
The brilliant skies as I do.  

WingsThere's something about
long stretches of road at night,
where nobody is around
but the dim glow of street lights,
that makes me want to push down
on the gas pedal and fly off
into the unknown  

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GhostsSometimes
I take a deep breath and remember
The you that knew me.
But then my body reminds me
To breathe,
And as I exhale, you disappear.
For you will never be more than
A wraith.  

Still Dreaming/Just AwakeWe dance and sway in harmony
Upon the backs of my eyelids
When, suddenly,
The sun reminds me of the time;
Slurred words struggle to keep this dream mine.
And as I awake to the approaching dawn,
You see my face twitch and
Pull me in for a kiss.  

  

Silver Lining Symphony Remember 
how summer sings 
quietly in your ears;
when your 
stray heart 
stutters
hold it and wait,
for your cold hands
are meant to hide 
the fire within.
Listen,
every symphony,
every beautiful thing
is made 
of pauses 
and broken pieces;
diamonds do not reflect
the light
until they are cut.
Remember
how the sun filters
through cracked clouds
after a storm;
when the rain
gently kisses your palms,
forgive the scars
for what has been.
Listen
and always
remember,
far beyond this pain
there are 
luminous adventures,
thriving,
in the wake 
of your
resilience.
         
         
         

star crossed loversoh, my sweet sun and moon...
    have you never longed
        to touch the earth?
yes, my darling stars,
    I've tried to count you
        on many a sleepless night.
oh no, my freeborn sky
    I'm not really caged at all
        it's my roots that keep me grounded.
oh, my star crossed lover...
    have you never longed
        to stay with me?  

  

  

  

Daily Poem #63 - Dear DiaryDear Diary,
I met the strangest person
to ever walk this earth.
She stood amidst the misery,
and yet she beamed with mirth.
In fact I met her twice,
the first time was at noon.
She stood there - quite the mystery -
and hummed a cheerful tune.
I asked her where she came from,
and she answered with a smile:
"My oh my, didn't you notice?
I've been here all the while."
Open-mouthed I stood there,
not knowing what to say.
Never had I seen her,
not before today.
I took my leave from her then,
this riddle in human form.
Yet just thinking about her seemed
to make my heart quite warm.
By the time the sun went down
I longed to see her once more.
At midnight, quiet as a mouse,
I snuck out the front door.
Swiftly my feet carried me
to the place I saw her first.
To me she was the water
as I was dying of thirst.
Behold! There she stood,
I could see her from afar;
a beacon in the darkness,
shining like a star.
A wondrous sound filled my ears,
when she sang her song.
My heart knew in an instant then,  

Daily Poem #45 - where dusk meets dawnWhen I met you
I had already wandered this world
for aeons untold.
Always pondering
the whats
and the whys
and the hows,
of all things in existence (and beyond).
Yet every discovery,
each breakthrough
and world-changing insight
left nothing but a stale taste in my mouth.
For what is knowledge,
no matter how important,
without a kindred mind
to share it with?
Insignificant,
devoid of meaning.
But all of this would change
with you -
you who loved discussing
w h i s p e r e d  secrets and
untold mysteries
until the break of day.
A whole new world opened up for the two of us -
one where solving mysteries became
not just a purpose,
but an adventure.
Two minds rising,
\\ s o a r i n g //
as birds do;
reaching unprecedented heights
from where everything
seemed possible.
And it was today that I finally realized
just how much I had fallen for you -
We climbed the highest cliff in sight,
one at the edge of day,
and you boldly spoke to me:
Come sit with me  

Child of lightWelcome one, welcome all,
To the exhibit of a girl who makes angels fall!
Come see the smile which blinds the sun; the eyes that chase away your every fear.
Take in the grandeur of her heart and the purity of her soul.
Stand in awe of the mind and body of the girl angels look up to.
As the essence of her glow in the sunlight, is she not truly a child of God?  

Dapper Duck
Ballads & Biscuits IX: Dapper Duck
March 11, 2016
The Daily Magnet #354 - BOP © FridgePoetProject
"my dearest little duck," said she,
"I fear we've reached the end.
for with that suit and tie
you've gone completely round the bend."
"Well," the dapper duck replied,
"You clearly think I am a quack for being a duck
who enjoys dressing up in suits and ties.
Perhaps this is where we ought to part ways, you and I!"  

Broken MelodiesBallads & Biscuits XI: Broken Melodies
March 14, 2016
The Daily Magnet #79 © FridgePoetProject
and yet,
   child,
do not chant
 from the aching place
                             
                                   for between
                                 life and death
                         the music of dreams
             is still
                breathing
                        your
                          song
Be not ashamed,
Dear Ch  

  

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long lost songleaves whisper to me
so soft but they never sing
like you used to do,
found music when the wind blows,
raindrop metronome,
soothed by the hum of the trees
still listening for your song.  

she is a light in the darkshe found her calling
weaving magic in the night
sweeping up black holes
gathering soul dust bunnies
before banishing the dark  

guardian of the stonesoh and her heart carves a path to the sea
singing old tunes
salt ridden lullabies, they comfort me
counting the moons
all of the secrets woven into sky
starlight and moon dust, they will never die
keeper of stones
deep in her bones
guardian, most trusted ally.  

  

  

  

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Brighter Than The SunOnce upon a time, there was a little girl.
For reasons beyond her control, she grew up in an old and vast manor. That manor, however, had no windows, and she was not allowed to leave the house until she came of age.
For many years, a little candle was her only friend, and the only one she would confide in. One day, the girl spotted a ray of light shining brightly through a crack in the wall. Curious as she was, she pushed her eye against it, hoping to get a glimpse of the outside world. Alas, the sun was too bright and her eyes weren't accustomed to this kind of brightness, and she winced at the pain it caused her.
Afraid and frustrated at the same time, she later told the candle about what had happened. "Oh candle, the sun is so magnificent and bright...! If only I could look at it without fear of being blinded." She paused for a moment, then, filled with resolve, continued. "Someday", she said, "I will burn so bright that the sun will have to shield its eyes from me. Yes, this  

  

  

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Celestial ChallengeI will defy mountains
with the hurricane
in my teeth
I will conquer dragons
with the reflection
in my eye
I will make armies flee
with the stomp
in my toe
I will blind suns
with the electricity
in my heart
I will flatten forests
with the rage
in my chest
and I will face down planets
with the thunder
in my soul
with lightning bright in my eye
time will hide its face
and flee
you don't scare me
I smirk at weary planets
and laugh
you will regret the day
you called me
a gentle drizzle  

A Flash of Silver    The fire crackled and bounced off the sides of the steel barrel, throwing its light and warmth to the sky.  Three pairs of hands in mismatched gloves stood over the flames attempting to catch the waves in the tattered gloves.  Glowing newspaper embers fluttered away, drifting into the air, their short lives coming to an end as their wings turn black.  Each person had a story, and each told it in short lines as if decades of suffering could be told in monosyllabic verse.
    “My dad left when we was small.”  That was Jackson.  He is the tallest.  His hair was tied up in unwashed writhing black cords and strips of yellow cloth.  Cracking patches of grime decorated the corners of his depthless eyes and dark skin.  “We were alone when they came.  My dad’s colt couldn't do nothing to the Chromies.  The bullets bouncing off their shiny skin.  They got my brother John first.  He was the  

  
  
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Hush . . .“Hush,” he whispers, “Come, there there… we have ever so much time to destroy things.”
As my tears dry, I look up to determined, darkened eyes. Destruction, of course, would be my companion’s main course, with fire as dessert, and revenge at his feet, lapping at the leftover crimson. He’s been drunk on vengeance since I’d met him.
“Not destruction we search for,” I say, my touch soft on his hard look, my hand carefully remolding the pain that had lingered in his expression. “It’s rebirth.”
A shake of the head, a glint in his eye. He doesn’t know why I choose the way I do. I can see his point of view, though, clear as the light we are shielded from. His rage blooms in the dark we huddle in. It’s my job to keep him from being dangerous, my turn to guard him from his own fear.
“Yes, you’ve been hurt.” I almost sing to him. “We all have. But it’s our decision, do we pass