RawEm0tion Laureate

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The tradition of having a Laureate is practiced in many countries.  The role of the Laureate includes writing for special events.  

Each Laureate will receive 25 points for his or her commitment to the club and be under the spotlight for one month.  A selection of the Laureate's work will be showcased on this page.

The Laureate will also have a special widget displayed on the club's front page.


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The-Psychic-Paligin has always been an active part of RawEm0tion. Though she hasn't written anything recently she's our second top contributor and her work is always worth looking into. Hope this spurs her into writing more.

DecisionsFather introduced us,
not under the most pleasant circumstances.
His life at stake, I was the sacrifice.
The castle, for all its gloomy secrets,
still promised to be a home.
But him!
Dark and silent as his lair,
speaking little, smiling less.
And hideous!
Yellow fangs—like daggers,
dull, shaggy fur,
a matted mane about his twisted face,
and two bright eyes blinking out.
The only light about him—his eyes.
But there is beauty in everything.
I got to know him,
what else could I do?
Only him there with me, in that empty fortress
we called home.
And I changed my mind about our path.
I accepted I was not normal
And he no lord.
I told him... I told him,
"I love you," before I knew it was truly true.
Things changed after that.
He was no longer he
More beautiful because I loved him.
Before I loved him, too, but I didn't know.
That first kiss made me proud,
For all the awkwardness, I was straight
That ugly beast now a lady fair
If only I hadn't told her that I thought she was a man.
Deja vuSat upon the stairs
A figure in the shadows
Clouds gliding past
As a dreamer dreams
What is this dream like state?
A vision of what will be?
If this is not the reverie
Then maybe its reality?

PathogensLiving in a sealed environment
No contact with the outside
Plenty of food but no interaction
No hope, no dreams, no aspiration,
Just waiting for an opportunity
An option to change one's life
When finally scraped from home
Such a chance to spread ones wings
Only failing, thus landing in the flames.
TideIgnorant to danger
Hunting marvellous stones,
The lull of water
Cool around the ankles,
In the scorching heat
The search continues,
The old man ignored,
Unsatisfied with the hoard
The scavenger surges onwards,
Salty water thrashes
Beating its opponent
While the sun seeps in weariness,
The adventurer's folly
Comes to light, too late,
The reaper reaps


Let’s hear it for The-Psychic-Paligin! :la:




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