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The DeviantArt Writers Questionnaire 2015Inspired by CRLiterature's latest journal What do you want to see from CRLit I decided out of sheer madness to draw up a questionnaire focusing on: what makes you a writer? Why do you write and where did you first have your a-ha! moment when a story or poem exploded into existence? Does it matter if you are a writer? Nope, this questionnaire is even for those who don't write, who loathe poetry, where the sight of a book causes the blood to drain from you. Here's your opportunity to share with others why.
1. How long have you been a member of DeviantArt, and for how long have you been writing? If you don't write what realm of art do you work in?
2. Why did you become a writer? Is your reason to write the same now as it was then?&
Nemo's Christmas 3 Word Contest 2015Hey! So after a year I've decided to restart my 3 Word Contest, which this month will be themed on 3 words you would most likely associate with the Christmas season of snow laden roofs decked in an array of lights, mince pies and carollers. Of course, you don't have to write your entry as a Christmas piece, if you're a secret Scrooge, you may feel free to use the 3 words in an innovative and original manner. Good luck!
Anyway on to the contest itself.
Aim - to write a poem or a prose piece including one or all of the following three words:
Snowman. Angel. Frost.
The Sky The Sky
The oldest nature that ever existed,
before the face of the earth was born, is the sky.
It have seeing everything by the blue wide eye.
It feel joy, sadness, anger, and they are twisted.
It have pass so many generation of pain
The sky have so many history that the cloud unfold
Threw the white puffy unmark vein
It's revealed humanity's memories of uncontrolled.
War, Peace, War, Peace
Pain, Joy, Pain, Joy
Gore, release, gore, release
Insane, annoy, insane, annoy
Blood is what the sky have know threw humanity
And so the sky cry in agony,
because the mother earth have no insanity
and it so that it become out abnormality.
So is the passing years, decades and centuries,
they sky having it witness of them all,
and still no one remember who was there enemies,
when they all just got mix into the silent fall.
The sky cherish the most beautiful memories,
but she hold the most painful ones
now that she's part of that mysteries
that it can be hold by the sun.
The sun is her faithful compani
Waiting for youI am waiting alone
For when you return
The words from up
To down in confusion
Except when they're dancing
When will you come
To take this piece
Away with your hand?
Beginning to see
Stars through the
Roof, up above
They stare coldly,
Saying things that
Reveal the reality
But I can't
Decode that message
Anyway, so the
Time passes on
ChewCan I chew you up and spit you out?
Can I tell you truths that make you doubt?
After I love you roundabout--
But before I wither and flicker out?
The ravens The Ravens
they learned how to meet the devil,
keeping flowing blood into bottles,
how broken wings can not be sterile,
life demands you fighting glasses.
there is hope or maybe not this time,
feel the hell as your lost freind,
finding new mind while you climb,
that edge will not be sent to an end.
smile and let yourself go,
a blue image strip in cast,
down there it's a new window,
don't look back without taking your past.
Now they know what means dark,
the one who wants you craven,
and that water hidding the shark,
will not matter once your're a raven.
Insignificance "A small speck of life on a small speck of dust
in the middle of nowhere space."
Such is the truth that stands before us
that each human has to face.
"A small speck of life on a small speck of dust
in the middle of nowhere space."
That is the truth which is thrust upon us
what a horrible truth to face.
"A small speck of life on a small speck of dust
in the middle of nowhere space."
That is a truth, terrfying to us
deniend by most of our race.
"A small, insignificant, miniscule speck of life."
A hard truth, there is no debate
and yet we tend to fill iyt with strife
with anger, with pain and with hate.
NeglectI've always noticed that gleam in your eye,
It's my hint that you still care.
Although it tries to make me smile,
It hardly seals this tear
Where my heart used to be. It sickens me
To know that you still care.
Don't you dare hold my hand
And tell me it's alright.
All I ask is that you see the world
Through my eyes, tonight.
Don't be shocked, don't act surprised
If you don't like what you see.
For soon you'll find that, behind my eyes,
You were never there for me.
You never cared for me.
HomeShe ran away
From everybody who cares
"Who are you?" She said
She cried while running
Soon,the life changed
Now she know
World is cruel
It kills you from inside and out
Then she came back
To who care about her
"Who are you?" They said
"They forgot?" She thought
She's the lost daughter
They cried while smiling
She's back home,finally
For those who love her
Who care about her
Who kiss her
Who love her.
Colette Her face as pale as a fresh winters snow
Yet her gaze pierces with a fiery glow
Unto me this gaze doth flow
And all at once my heart doth slow
To a grinding halt (Shake, rattle, and boom)
Then our eyes meet and it takes off with a zoom
She smiles a smile so tame and magnificent
In it I see a heart that is innocent
With that smile her beauty is all the more prominent
Along with my heart, my mind's gone incompetent
My soul i would sell for a moment of talk
Perhaps this chance i will get. This way she doth walk
VeracityThe revolving door swings open,
Through and throughout,
Falling in and falling out,
Their reasons their own and nobody else’s.
The sable liquid swishes back and forth
A pungent ocean surrounding a handful of silently melting icebergs
Not much unlike the olive skinned hand raising it to his lips.
He wonders quite where it went wrong or
If it was ever quite right
Thinking back to the childish games he played,
The stupid little things she did for him
The times that she’d saved him just as much as
He’d saved her.
Two survivors dangling on the cliffside, though
Not hanging by a thread but rather
Hands locked in binary solitude as they watch the rising dawn
That girl with stars quilted into her eyes.
A crimson ladybug crawls across the counter and he is reminded
If but for a moment
His half smile fades and he raises the glass
The icebergs disappearing among the tidal wave
The crimson shell is flattened
Glass crushing it as he slams it back down
The only reminde
Stories in the dark (poem)Sometimes I wonder where you are, why did you have to leave so fast?
You left your coat in mommy’s room, the caramel candies of the past
I’d throw my hand in its left pocket, “the furry cloths are always warm”
I stole the sweets that you were hiding, “Oh, you forgot them in the farm”
The farm was our magic place, the tree who every night marries the moon
Was there with us telling the stories, the stories of that cloudy night of June
Your golden books were shining bright, under the moonlight’s silent breeze
And everything looked so alive, “Just tell me one more story, please…”
How superheroes always saved the world, and bad guys never win the game
If all you told me was the truth, why is your portrait just a broken frame?
You said that every dream comes true, One day, that I will find the power
To fight against this cruel world,
My AlbatrossThe cross you have to bear, before all human race
This burden that takes you to an aching disgrace
It appears in your eyes, people should tolerate
Since what makes you different, it is them that create
That striking shell of yours, acclaimed by those only
Who detect your talent, and diagnose your folly
Uncommon personage, lit by a typical grief
A global misery divided through beliefs
Our sky-high dementia may forbid us to stand
Yet it outweighs the sense which forces them to bend
A crippled bird you are, mutilated Narcisse
In beauty you disguise the foulness you dismiss
Your feathers spread so wide, they let everything slide
As they can solely hold on, to drops of a high tide
And no chains of silver can match the lines you cross
Therefore who could follow the paths in which you walk?
And no ache could compare to the depths of your loss
Bored with indifference, abandoned Albatross
don't cry for meI don't want you to keep crying
You are shedding so many tears.
I haven't really left you
Even though it may seem so.
I have just gone to my heavenly home,
And I'm closer to you than you know.
Just believe that when you say
my name, I'm standing next to you,
I know you long to see me,
But there's nothing I can do.
But I'll still send you messages
And hope you understand,
That when your time comes to
“cross over,” I'll be there
to take your hand.
The reality of this worldRoses are dead, Violets are few
Kill me now, before i kill you
I stand accusedI stand before you
and even more vile to some
I stand before you
Disoriented, discouraged and confused
I'm not sure what direction to take
Second guessing every decision I make
So before you, everyone that reads
I stand accused
The charges against me?
19 counts of being human
mushroom cloud "an explosion", she said
I turned to ask her what she was talking about when I
caught sight of the tv screen, and for the tiniest of moments I caught
myself thinking that there's something beautiful about that much energy and
so much destruction; energy - would it wipe me off my feet? maybe melt the skin
right off of my bones? heat, death and poison, I don't believe there's much you or I
would be able to feel dying in those flames, and I should probably be ashamed that I
Blood KissBlood Kiss
An end to innocence, my test;
A young girl her wondering prey.
Who at this hour, should be at rest?
A vampire to be able to walk by day.
Almost without words to say.
A young innocent, no longer pains.
Unholy warmth through her veins;
The woman vampire has ended her play.
Darkness in the vampire, infests;
Our evil allows for no other way.
A vampire can not be blessed!
Christ we turn away.
Virgins blood, now cold on ruby lips;
The woman vampire holds her gaze on me.
Immortality sealed with a blood kiss;
Knowing now how purity tatses.
Our pact to be forever together, I don't resist!
After the kill, we escape to the wastes.
In a senseEmpty like a papercut
Illusions fill the room
Crimson showering the petals of my life
Beauty, breath, and memories are consumed
The monster lives inside the walls of death
The reason, a mystery it remains
The answers to every question asked
Will always be cradled or draped in chains
Like a soft butterfly's touch of scars
Lining the outer edge of a serpent's cage
Thoughts disappear into the awakening's abyss
Filling the faceless figures with rage
It's so silent here where they stand
You can hear the beat of an angels wings
Or the sound of a feather kiss the ground
And the voiceless faeries sing
The queen of the cards that are dealt in this game
Raises a cup filled with nothingness
It drops, she stops, and the galaxy drains
We'll all understand more or less
A single tear flutters down below
And tickles a lonely girl's soft cheek
The cowardly lion learns bravery
While the kitten is labeled as weak
His arms are strong, but he's scared of lifting
The snake sings him a song
He stands, then h
A Spear - Understanding Is Better Than PityI
Lie To Me.
Let Me Cry.
Let Me, Please.
Or I Might Die;
Should I Not
It Is Not
Burnt in hatred – no delight
Evil dwells in his breast
Thus heavenly Empire he detests.
Down first he had to fall
Being the greatest sinner of all
Waking in the hellish Deep
In the middle of woe and weep
Ire swallows his heart
And tears all reason apart
Makin him feel bitter and make him feel fine
For one day again in paradise he’ll dine!
Remember remember...Quiet now
Focus my rage
Shut out distractions
Find my darkest place
They will all feel justice
They will all burn
Remember my name
Remember my face
November 5th remember this
I'm going straight to hell
And with a little gunpowder and just one spark
I'll drag them down as well
Your palaces hold no fear for me
In no castle could you hide
Every last lie that you cling onto
I'll erase from your lives
No time for quick confessions
No time for recompense
Your fate is sealed by your own hands
I'm just a puppet made to dance
For the good of every man
Remember my story
I've planned your downfall
And you've supplied the funeral pyre
Now just to light this one match
And change the rest of time
Let the fireworks fly
Predatory A single drop of blood
In an ocean vast and deep
Will send me to a frenzy
Made of claws and razor teeth
If wounded in the water
Maybe limping in your stride
I am compelled to bite
And taste the nectar of your pride
I never really knew
But then I never really cared
How many bites or cuts it took
To make a man feel scared
For once his eyes grow wide
Or when his jaw is left ajar
I am already at his throat
His blood has spread too far
Light and darkThere are two sides
One is quiet
Gentle and kind
With a generous nature that wishes to bring laughter and joy
The other is devious
And has a horrid temper
But then, sometimes silent with a terrifying taste for violence or even distasteful habit for self righteous revenge
Everyone has a light side
And dark side
This is what makes us
The question is
What type of individual are you?
It depends on the heart of the person.
If your heart is good
You are angel
If your heart is dark
Then, you get the picture...
Little Blue Birds.The little blue birds are singing
Telephones don't stop ringing
Standing outside in the rain
I hear some familiar voices
And I can feel their pain
Their weakness is haunting me
But I can not explain
Why, those hiding faces is all
What I only can see.
SuffocationIt's a dam that was built
Long after you were here
Standing strong to the waterfall
Until you were there
That forest down below
Will drown in the fear
Because every word you speak
Is a growl to my ear
Heart breakI'll never please them all
I tried to be the best I could
But I fail everytime
I know I'm not perfect
But I'm trying
To move forward
I'm trying to take my own
Path I can't agree
With how you think
And though you stick your head
Your not spritual
And there is a difference
I can't be that kind of emotional
I'm just more thoughtfilled
And I know now that nothings wrong with me
I've been raised
In a constant state
And my head is so torn
But I was combined from
Your blood and bones
In me was made from you
So how can such arbitrary
Things get in the skewed view
Why is it that
We gain so little and expect
Why do we hold our heads high when
We should be kicked
In the gut
Life has become
Less of an adventure
And more of a chore
And that makes someone like
Me not want to live anymore
Santa's home - Photomanipulation contestPlease check out my new contest:
Santa's home - Photomanipulation contest
King Kong and I contest
Welcome to my second contest
3 years ago, I held my first contest Draw Tom Ripley Contest in 2012 with total 39,600 That event still makes me poor but very pleased until now.
In 2015, I am quite lucky in art. I won lots of points from many contests throughout the year.
Now I'm ready to hold a contest again and share 11,900 to other artists.
This event is called...
KING KONG AND I
Yes, the theme of this contest is about King Kong and a woman.
I believe that almost all of you have seen King Kong movies at least once from 1933, 1976 or 2005 version.
So, this event is like 10 year anniversary for the last time we saw King Kong.
A special Christmas present - ContestContest by Pendragon-Arts
A Special Christmas Present CONTEST!
I have a son who is now 28. He lives alone and has both Autism and Schizophrenia. He is both sad, lonely, and is forced to live a very isolated life. No one really understands the pain of being mentally ill and not able to fit in with society and even other people in general, unless you, yourself are, have a direct connection or relationship with someone that carries this themselves. Remember those who are alone for various reason or who have a hard time getting through the holidays each year for various reasons as you create and during the coming holiday season. Bless you!
10 years ago, when we were able to still live together, he dabbled for hours creating his various sketchings. He doesn't draw any more and I found a few of them that I held onto over the years and would like to help make his imagination come alive and make this Christmas special for him. He loves the mecha genre an
Return to Eden Contest
THIS WAS SECOND CHOICE IN MY POLL VOTE FOR CONTESTS:
RETURN TO EDEN
YOU'VE RETURNED TO EDEN, WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE NOW? ARE THERE REMNANTS OF ADAM AND EVE? ARE THERE ANIMALS
AND PLANTS UNKNOWN TO MAN? ARE THE WATERS DIFFERENT? IS IT GLORIOUS, OR RUINED? IS IT IN ANOTHER DIMENSION?
SHOW ME WHAT YOU SEE!
ALL GENRES ACCEPTED.
1. THIS CONTEST WILL BE OPEN TO ALL FORMS OF DIGITAL ART.
2. LEGITIMATE STOCK USE ONLY. MAKE SURE YOU CREDIT ALL STOCK
PROVIDERS AND FOLLOW THEIR RULES OF USE.
3. I WILL BE THE ONLY JUDGE ON THIS CONTEST. HERE IS WHAT I WILL BE LOOKING FOR:
*STOCK USE -
MORE THAN 5 IMAGES
Unused Stock ContestStock Gallery
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Unused Stock Contest
Who wants a contest?
Well, I haven't done a contest in a while, so it's about time This one is going to be about using stock that has previously not been used! This will give the artists a chance to do something unique with stock that has not been worked with before, and the stockers will get to see a bigger variety of their stock used.
Ms. lindowyn-stock had an unloved stock project/challenge at one time, and ma
The November December 2015 Dragon Challenge
Hi DragonCartoonClub Fans!
I got permission to host a Challenge like :iconthedragonchallenge: used too, but has been closed this year.
I hope this is fun for everyone and makes this season filled with more dragons!
Winner gets to be featured on the groups front page for a month!
*Updates will be made if more prizes are available*
The November & December 2015 Challenge
Create a original Dragon piece of art work based on the stock images below.
You can use one or all of them.
You must credit the stock used in your artist description
You have until the end of December to submit your entry HERE in this journal comment section for the November & December 2015 Challenge.
This month we have 4 stock images:
1. Must be new and your own work, please credit all stock used and follow the individual stock artist's rules.
2. Must contain at least one
Stocker Off the Beaten Path 13: Dea-VestaStockers off the Beaten Path is a feature series that showcases lesser known stockers, new stockers, stockers with unique galleries, and rising stars in the stock
STOCKER OFF THE PATH
Red Riding Hood 2 - female stock by Dea-Vesta
Winter portrait 15 - female stock by Dea-Vesta
Gothic Queen 4 - female stock by Dea-Vesta Lady Death 3 - female stock by Dea-Vesta Gothic Queen 10 - female stock by Dea-Vesta
Gothic Queen - female stock by Dea-Vesta
Stock and Resources PE Week: Join the Fun!Hello everyone! We are going to be holding a Stock and Resources week over at projecteducate the week of January 4, 2016!
I'm currently in the planning stage for the week and am looking for people who'd like to write articles about stock or share some ideas of what they'd like to see for the PE Week!
First if you don't know what projecteducate is, go check them out! It is a community project that is all about promoting artistic growth through learning and knowledge. There's been some really informative articles that have come through the project. Stock & Resources has done PE weeks in the past. You can see the last stock PE week on the front page of StockandResources to get an idea of what the PE week is all about.
Are you interested in contributing? Great! Here's some of the things that people have done in the past:
interviews with stockers and stock users
tutorial/educational articles about stock i.e. how to mak
Stockers off the Beaten Path 12: Apsara-ArtStockers off the Beaten Path is a feature series that showcases lesser known stockers, new stockers, stockers with unique galleries, and rising stars in the stock
STOCKER OFF THE BEATEN PATH:
STOCK - Persian Gothic Dancer by Apsara-Stock
STOCK- Oriental Gothic Fantasy by Apsara-Stock
STOCK - Elven Bellydancer by Apsara-Stock STOCK - Elven Bellydancer by Apsara-Stock STOCK - Elven Bellydancer by Apsara-Stock
STOCK Blonde in Red by Apsara-Stock
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Don't hesitate to note me with the thumb! I'll do my best to get it in the next feature.
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