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For this week's challenge we would like to help bring attention to the Anti-Bullying movement. It's time for people to stand up and say enough is enough!



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HOW TO JOIN?

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The submission should not be offensive or in bad taste and keep it clean (no adult material)

All forms of art are welcome for this.

Please add the group icon in the description and what the piece of art is for!

Only 1 Submission will be accepted from each artist

Deadline is (4pm EST) Saturday March 29TH

Submissions must comply with #ArtHasSoul rules

Comment below with a link to your submission

PLEASE MAKE A JOURNAL FOR THIS AND FAV! NOT MANDATORY, ONLY TO SPREAD THE WORD OF THE ANTI-BULLYING MOVEMENT.


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PRIZES

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The winner will get a Journal Feature with YOUR icon, the winning artwork and six other pieces from your gallery! You will also be Featured on the Home Page of the group and get a Badge for WINNING the AOTW. You will also be featured on other groups!

The will increase as donations come in! Every single point donated will be updated here.

500 to the winner!






Good luck everyone! We look forward to seeing your submissions!

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1) The Therapist (And others like me)I originally came up with the name ‘The Therapist’ as a joke of what one of my acquaintances had called me. I don’t really have friends, not really. I’m me of course, so I naturally have people who don’t get my sense of humor or who I really am as a person, but that’s fine, even I don’t get it at times. 
So I decided to come up with a short explanation on who The Therapist really is, and what The Therapist does. 
The Therapist was supposed to be a Serial Killer. Period. That’s about it, maybe that explains a lot, but The Therapist was supposed to be a dangerous character that seems to haunt me every so often when I’m deep in thought. Course, me being a human being, my own demons are a part of who I am so when I was referred to as ‘The Therapist’, I laughed it off, and with a little thought came up with my pseudonym to write short-bits like this. 
I am a person, believe it or not, I actually believe I&

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3) Something Worth SavingDays
remain the same
pushed and shoved
narrow corridors
are lined
with unwelcome faces
that don't ever smile
.....
Books
clasped to chest
finger-prints digging in
quick walk steps
a soft patter
lost in the echoes
of pointless chatter
....
Appearing
somewhat unreal
cardigan sleeves
hide signs of indentations
that have stopped
bleeding
but hurt still
when I flex
bruised muscles
...
Formulation
in specific events
show my days
broken up
into sections
defining
different circles
from hell
(discoursed words)
(pushes and pulls)              
(trips that fall)
(anger that spreads)              
(contempt-filled eyes)
(mouth's that always whisper)    
(unkind words)
..
At the sound
of day's end bell
a quick escape
is all I need
to be in a place
far from anybody
where I can be me
under boughs of summer trees
long plastic wires
they dangle
holding aloft
my sense of creation
homemade hearts and stars
with faces that smi

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8) Anti-Bullying Poem*ring* *ring*
The dreaded golden bell sounds its call. The doors close in 5 minutes with no remorse for late comers. The one child, older than me, stronger than me, walks up. Backing away to the depths of the corner, I'm scared. Terrified. Already hurt by his presence. He raises a fist at me and I remember no more of the situation to come...
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*ring* *ring*
Rushing to class. A group stops in the hall. In front of my small, scrawny figure. The girls are back. With their leather jackets and fancy jewelry, I know they are better than me. Meaner to the ones they don't call "pretty enough". One turns as I walk by.She shouts something terrible to the whole universe it seems. The teachers turn their backs. No administrator pays any attention. They don't care. She comes up and trips me. The rest of the hall and

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12) Bullies have many namesThe defeater
The crusher
The thief
The traitor
The superior
The martyr
         
              The...
                       The bully,
                         Goes by so many names
                     But that doesn't tell you who they are...
I've known them as...
         ..."Friends"
            ...Teachers
               ...Family
                  ...My mother...
                                               But no matter how you call them
             

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15) Two VoicesTwo Voices
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Two voices emerged from a chaotic brain.
You'll never make it, or be it,
you must be insane
to think that others care about your life
or about what you do.
You're just pathetic;
who'd care about you?
Two voices emerge from a brain lacking power.
You're nothing, you're worthless,
oh see how you cower
at us; our voices and presence.
You'll never make it
if you're even scared of our essence.
Two voices emerge in the harsh light of day.
At a school, at a college,
at a work place, oh hey,
why not on the street, a random passer-by.
You're stupid, fat, ugly;
Should be squished like a fly.
Two voices emerge; a head that was once whole.
You're nothing, you're empty...
...don't believe in those trolls...
believe in these voices instead of what's true;
believe in the voices, believe in their view.
Or do you hear through the voices,
hear through their sound.
Hear through the people trampling you like the ground
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18) Sticks and StonesDon't tell me sticks and stones
Hurt more than words ever will
Don't tell me a broken bone
Hurts more than a broken heart
I've heard it all before
Don't want to hear it again
Because it's wrong.
Sticks and stones are just sticks and stones
But words are knives, bullets,
Dynamite
The only difference is
You can't see the damage done
On the inside.
Can you see the Band-Aids on my heart?
Put a cast on your broken leg
Wait for it to heal.
But put a cast on your broken heart
Try to hide your brokenness
From the world.
You can't heal a broken heart.
If someone breaks
And no one around chooses to hear
Do they make a sound?
Or are they drowned out
By the sound of life around them?
Are they dismissed as background noise
By the very people who
Say that they care?
Can you hear the sound of hearts breaking?
Open your eyes
Take the plugs out of
Your ears
And choose to see
The broken hearts
All around you.

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Mature Content

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