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September, September pt1

Thu Sep 18, 2014, 9:23 AM by SolidMars:iconsolidmars:

News Update



So i finally made it back, kinda, sorta, maybe, real life is taking a toll >.<
but anyway, there isn't much happening, college is gonna start again this sunday and i am stuck playing borderland and taking care of the puppy who's gonna be the size of the bear as it seems :B (i am really starting to think she's a  Malamute )
general life is kinda okayish, but still under a lot of pressure, exam results started coming out, so far so good i suppose. which is nice for a change.
I trimmed a bit of my activity here, gave up on a couple groups, but i am still running :iconday-brighteners: and :iconarthassoul:
otherwise, really, there isn't much. I have two pending requests i need to get to, and i need to write.  my fingers are itching :dummy:

Aaaaanyway, i posted in the forums a couple weeks ago, asking for art, and boy i got some awesome arts :D here goes!


Sexy Feature!



Altair: At The Speed of Light by AltairSky
Solitude by HaanPereThe Little Mermaid (wallpaper dowload for free) by Lolita-ArtzMass Effect: Go Indoctrinate Yourself! by SinRedemption
Red by JulijanaMFading Memory by IceAngel1234
NATSU by SierraFaith
Grell again! by SierraFaithAdraga on the rocks by Miguel-Santos


< Her Name Was Celeste.The house's roof was dotted rows upon rows of flowers of Celeste blue while the specks of Coquelicot red hues splattered ontop the blossoms. A little girl, as fair as the snowflakes twirling out from our crystal silver dome, with hair in lavender sparkles, and Earth's coral reefs on her silky dress, smiled ever so gently and fell onto the velvets, her cushion.. her entrance to the afterworld. The flowerings absorbed her corpse and she found herself as one of the delicates. Here she was in the same place she had fell to her death seconds ago, and now she is given another life as a plant. Celeste gazed downwards from the rooftop and spotted children her age playing merrily on swings and slides, as well as parents hugging and running with their offspring. A need, a seed, grew intensely from her underlying point and the hunger of joy sprang up. Years after years, she was left in curiousity and confusion silently looking around at her surroundings, seeing the little ones she used to play wi London's BleedingThe Shard slashed your skin,
and the businessmen know that there's money
to be made
on torn canvases like yours.
The shattered memoirs
staircase your emotions;
yet cannot lift your spirits.
Council tax removes
street art from the sidewalks
and train-tracks wreak havoc
on your wrists.
Crossed veins lead to clenched fists
which clutch the dust of broken dreams,
[once you tried
to catch the London Eye;
left it staring you up and down,
rolling around repeatedly
with raised eyebrows
and a mind full of lost passengers].
The Problem with MemoryShards of the past
embedded like shrapnel in my mind.
Nerves stand on edge waiting
for the slightest touch
to trigger their torrent.
Overwhelming my fragile facade
and pulling me back
into another time
when I thought that maybe
it could be.

This End UpDigging out from under
everything that I've become,
trying hard to separate
the pieces from the sum.
A difficult solution,
but one long since overdue.
I just hope I don't collapse
before I can break through.
Here AgainMy once comforting diversion
has begun to spin into
an irrational recursion
and I just don't want to do
the same thing that I've done every time,
it's never worked before,
but still I slip over the line
and go right back for more.
Gift: Altair poemListen to the world around you,
Do you not hear the great white and brown wings beating?
Do you feel the earth rumbling underneath your feet?
Do you hear its breathing?
Do not be afraid of the great one,
For Altair is a Nature God,
But are you wild or domesticated?
Be ye wild and you are friends,
Be ye not and you be a meal.
For Altair will fight for what she feels is right,
Protecting nature and hunting humans,
When you see the great one,
Pray that you will change your ways.
Become one with nature,
Become a wild.
The great one will take flight,
Soaring the skies as her feathers ruffle,
Taking in the wonders of the world,
The wonders of nature.
When the day is done,
Altair will continue,
When you sleep,
Altair will prowl.

What Am I To You?What am I to you?
A thing on which
You can dump
Your bad mood
Feelings?
What am I to you?
A thing which you
Can ignore
Whenever you
Want?
What am I to you?
Some kind of thing
Which doesn't have
Feelings at all?
Now seriously,
What am I to you?
ConcludeCemented coats - curl upon soft stones.
Spellings dry - toward certainty's heel.
Clockwork hands - duel each acknowledgement.
Seasonal harmonics - sew every field.
VividAmber stars drain.
Floral winters soften.
Pervious moons rotate.
Barren streams broaden.




Summer Flowers by lucius-phoenixJungle Princess by Shawnlabomb
{Payment} Qu in You Cant Stop Me by slayingallhumansYour Queen has Returned! by UnderworldHellQueen
Labrys by jaistuartVampirella by Art-of-the-Seraphim


'X'Heaviness weighs her down.
Pressure so great she will explode.
Marks an 'X' on her wrist in red.
Signifying she's already dead.
Time trampled out the last bit of hope.
Hung her up with a cord of rope.
Left her grasping for a finally breath.
Longing for some kind of rest.
Yet, she lives on.
Strangling slowly.
For each time she passes someone else
they pull on the dangling end.
She knows she can't last much longer.
And she prays for the day to come soon.
Agony burdens her shoulder.
Depression so cumbersome she can't go on.
Marks an 'X' on her wrist in black.
Signifying there's no going back.
Liquid FireHeart becomes heavy
as if it is a lava cracked stone.
The volcanic liquid swirling,
lines of flowing fire shine through
a grey, fractured vessel;
struggling to pump life within.
Causing me to wonder,
Who will ever put out this flame
and help me cool this rapid, aching, burn
that resides inside of me?
Who will put an end to all my suffering?
Because you can only survive so long
with a heart made of stone and
liquid fire.
Sweet Sinister Suite 
            Hush. Don’t speak. Not right now. I need you to listen. I need you to hold your breath and count backwards from ten; on the beat, in common time. Strings at the ready.  As they tune I need you to picture something in your head: A thawing steak on the counter; buzzing noises: flies and gnats, TV on channel two with mosquitos mating, creating static in your ears. There’s desiccated blood on the linoleum. Oxygenated, rendered useless. Lamps turned upside down, lighting the ceiling and darkening the floors. “Voices Carry” (by Til Tuesday) is faintly playing from the stereo. The window blinds are open, looking down from the 14th floor at 51st street below. Little passing dots of red and shifting streams of white lights, like blood cells and bacteria in the veins of a metropolitan body.  A hundred windows stare back at you from across the way; most are dim. The set

TimeShe stared at the
crumpled up notebook page
and felt guilty. Not because of
what was said, but because of what
could have been said.
She had held a seed of a story
in her hand and then crushed it,
crushed it under her feet. She then tried
to write in her journal, but then she looked
at the dates,
which stacked up
against her
like sins,
reminding her that life was slipping through her fingers
which filled her with a profound sense of grief
for the seconds lost.
Even writing took seconds,
seconds that could have been spent doing other,
more productive things.
This terrified her with a terror
that grew unspeakable.
Even the music that played
was a reminder of the time passing, and
it was almost as if she paid a price for
each beat, each note, each lyric
of the song
in a tiny
portion of
her
life.
And it was because of this fear
that she stayed up all night.
She feared that by sleeping,
she would lose those precious seconds
she had fought so hard
to save.
This led her deeper
into despair, f
Cold War LoveI wish I could get everything I want when I get flaming mad
Just like you
I wish I could be adorable, too
Just like her, then you’d see
Because as it stands I wanna set the world ablaze
But there’s nothing left to burn
Sometimes it feels like I’m a prisoner
Like I want to go nuclear
‘Cause all I wanted was an arms race
But you’re giving me armageddon
You’re giving me armageddon
I wish I could see into people’s heads
So then I would know what they were really thinking
I wish it could be true, wish I could see you
Wish you thought I was beautiful
Sometimes it feels like I’m a prisoner
Like I want to go nuclear
‘Cause all I wanted was an arms race
But you’re giving me armageddon
You’re giving me armageddon
I wish I could be free
Free to love who I choose
I wish I could be through
Through with loving you
Maybe then you’d see
Straight-jacketMy cell was lit gray when I awoke, drab, and cold. I shivered and sat up.. My ankle stung when I tried to move it, reminding me of the grim days before. Pulling aside the towel bandage, I saw dried blood and grimaced; the bullet was lodged somewhere in my foot and I hadn't found a doctor to remove it. Though, I knew that it wouldn't mean anything, I looked around at the cell, which was the same. Right next to me was the wall, the two, empty cells, and the hallway, with an occasional guard-passerby. Slowly, I looked to the cell on my right; it was empty as usual. Then, I looked to the cell on my left and saw a girl with black hair and a straight-jacket tight around her. She was muttering.
“Hello?” I asked, carefully, gripping the bars with my hands, peering in at her.
She looked up at me, there was blood all over her face; she spit red out before she spoke to me. “Dammit,” she cursed.
“Hello?” I tried again.
“I heard you the first time!” s

Segunda VidaFrom my mother, the sharp, stubborn tongue
that lashed in anger and impatience.
She taught me how to fight,
to live in bitterness and shame.
From my father who I never knew,
he gave me a life on my own
and taught how to be silent,
to send empty words to space.
From my grandmother I took her tolerance
and patience of our never ending mistakes.
Teaching me the old way
trying to show the customs, the characters, the colors,
but always failing.
From my "uncle" I looked to the future,
set on life outside the American horizon.
He taught me to fly, to soar, to swim, to protect
the land, the sea, the sky, and the people of the earth.
But my sister, shy and antisocial,
taught me many and more.
She gave me love,
sweet, precious, strong bond that seems impenetrable.
 She gave me knowledge,
trying to teach me when others couldn't.
She gave me feelings,
warm, fuzzy ones that seems like faded dreams
of the past.
She taught me second chances showed out true selves.
But I never knew this was her
DepressionDepression is not a sickness
it is the consequence
of a society that values
ideals over
integrity
IndulgenceLemon peel teardrops caress
Her plum rot cheeks,
But that citrus cascade she leaks
Is nothing more than
Chocolate;
A luxurious milk no less.
But I would rather set fire
To a hundred memories
Tossed in a mixture sweet.
Doesn't it induce a sickness
To see fruitless lust
Trot up a street called envy;
Where in my darkness
I blow bubbles and
There you are hand in hand
Lip locking as I
Fade unto a sadness.
I would rather walk an easy path
Than crawl in wire and blood.
For it is not a simple pleasure
To bite that apple
And dance in that wrath of leisure.
She with her rich tea skin
And her cinnamon hair
More splendid than strawberries
And cream,
Melting my heart with her sin.
Blind was I.
Tragedian sense, but one
I chose to ignore, while she
Seduced me stupid
With her banana peel tone.
Oh how I wish I had a chance
To have seen the trickery
Frothing over that saucepan;
Our cradle of romance.
I would rather declare no ill love
While she vomits fire and insult.
For is it not a pastel triptych
Of



[AT] Cash Clash by BLARGEN69
The Patriarch by XeonartOmegaSuperMario 3 Suits Series by Stnk13
What's ON you, Pikachu!? by Bimmi1111
Pink Cutie with sword and shield -t-shirt design- by CoyoDesignBuffalo poster 2 by godzillasmash
cyber_castle by komardin
GORILLAZ by SnazzyDoodleMLP FiM: Fluttershy Ponydoll by sugarstitch



UniverseI wander on
paths of eternity
infinitely putting my feet
in tracks of the past
pigshrunken bones tangled in pink
accumulating—choking me;
a day or two and there's
not much blood to prove
the practice of moderation
as mud makes a home
in our veins—
pithing in groups
Sacrificing Love (Collaboration)The night we met, you told me stories about gypsy moths.  "They only live about a week," you murmured as the barkeep called for one last round.  I remember feeling sad, thinking of feathered antennae and flightless, wing-heavy mothers who laid their eggs and left to die.  I vowed, that night as I kissed your cheek with vodka-stained lips, to never take a new sunrise for granted again.
This night, there is nothing but chilly silence and memories that cling, just like the drunken aura I emitted. I still remember that night we met, me in your embrace whispering feverishly, "Life would be nothing without you". Yet your warmth long extinguished in my heart, the flame that left me as ashes. Perhaps you never noticed the tiny shard of my heart glowing dimly at a corner, or never actually cared when your words made me the phoenix I am today. But I don't need you to anticipate a sunrise of the finest lights.
The second night, you filled my head with Tsetse flies.  "They kill

between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
The Ladybird Should Have Flown Home.She remembered so well the summer madness that had taken hold of her sixteen years ago, when she had sat outside, smelling the beautiful scent of some roses. And then their scent vanished and she noticed that dusk had fallen so thickly, it was as if her senses had been masked. And yet in some ways she felt aware of something amazing about to happen.
The stranger had come to her asking for a place to stay, her husband was away on business, and she should have hesitated, but a curious pink, sunlit shower, leached through a haze of cloud, fell upon her face like tears, and suddenly a veil washed away – then she saw a future, which only she could make happen.
  The stranger stayed with her that night and the next night.  They shared a passion, that hitherto she’d thought she’d never experience.  And then he left and Derek returned.
  Life trundled on as it always did.  She passed the child off as Derek’s and he suspected nothing.
Greg only l
Honour LostThe blade was cutting her palm and yet she would not unclench her fist. Her arm trembled with rage, disdain, hate as the corpse of her husband dripped its blood on the richly embroidered covers.
I did this for you
She thrust her arm into the air and with a cry of anger, she stabbed him once more, right into his face. She slashed the flesh again and again until it was nothing but a bloody pulp with two white, dead eyes.
I did this for our child
She threw the knife away, but did not bother wipe the blood off her, or change the sheet and the bedcovers. She did not even attempt to hide the body. She sat on a chair, took her babe on her lap, trembling, her shoulders stiff, her gaze directed at the tapestry that hung on the wall. The tapestry she had woven herself, which represented the crest of his family, the glorious, irreproachable crest, laden with honours that went back to the first king.
What would you have done if I had been killed? I could only think of that as the

Letter to BeethovenPerhaps it was not your aim after all
To describe the moon to a blind person,
But when I hear Piano Sonata No. 14,
I envision
The splendid, yet lonely, moonlit night
When you wept
For the loss of your hearing
And where I now sometimes weep
For the loss of my sight.
It's a shame you grew tired
Of people loving that song so much.
I wish I could have told you
That it was because you managed
To derive beauty from pain.
Collab: heavy black wingsMy wings heavy with black
Born as angel in heaven
But fell down from the sky
My wings got black and heavy
I'm left on earth to die
Lest my life mean nothing,
Wither and fade away,
You found me one day,
And the black turned slightly gray
I thought life on earth was hopeless,
But then you showed me light
Now I see the sun shine,
And the stars at night
Day seems a struggle, night a terror,
I want silence and peace,
But ne'r is such affair,
Faces and bodies pass by with naught a lingering stare
But when I shiver, stumble, and fall...
There's someone there to catch me
Or to pick me up when it's gone wrong
They see me as an angel,
Not for where I've gone
We see the black upon your wings,
We do not cringe away,
We embrace what is hidden,
And love is our strength
Others see the scars, curse and sneer 'weak'
They are loud but false and fear what they cannot beat
Ours is a silent struggle, carried by many but understood by few
Those who touch the angels wings share that burden gladly
We carry un
flyover state, flyover heartthere's almost nothing
left of august, or me -
just fat, humid yawns that
cling to the asphalt and
vinyl sidings of houses
prettier than any autumn day.
chlorined kids rise from the
tanned wake of public pools,
clothed in school uniforms,
counting the new freckles
they've earned like war badges.
the nights i can lay in my
underwear beneath spider web
blankets while my wheezy fan
oscillates and whispers dusty
stories are numbered.
but i'll hold the moon
as it crests over summer's
dying vigil, my arms high
around it's wondrous girth.
i'll ride the heat into the
ashes of three months spent
dreaming in fevered euphoria.
i'll lead the impassioned
thousands down margins tucked
into a waning, wailing cry.
and i won't rest, even after
august is buried between blue
lined composition pages in a
coffin of lead - a memory with no
scent becoming one without a heartbeat.



So familiar a gleam by shoomlahRebel Cowgirl on Robot Planet 1 by ScottaHemi
Star Trek Voyager 28 by SgrumMirror Seven of Nine by G672
Y. T. for Snow Crash by elfllingIsabel, Lady Warrior by LizzyChrome



EarthquakeThere is too much horror in my blood.
I press my hands to my eyes to hold it all in.
Tremble, is a word I like to use to describe myself.
Tremble, the leaf in the wind.
Tremble, my voice.
Tremble, my body.
Have you ever closed your eyes,
and just trembled?
Laid on the ground and breathe,
deep breaths now.
My body ruptures,
a magma heart leaks from my mouth.
-Angles and angels
Are one in the same
They’re friggin’ everywhere
But everyone seems to push them away.
Forgotten LivesWe spend our entire lives
To fulfill our desired wishes.
Whether it be a crown,
Or the conquer of lands;
Redeeming yourself,
Or the salvation of others.
We spend our lives
Seeking out answers.
What do I truly desire?
Will I always be alone?
Can my sins ever be accounted
For sending others to death?
We spend out lives
Realizing unseen truths.
I never truly understood
The feelings of others.
I never could fathom
The deaths of many.
The friend beside me
I had failed to see
Now lays dead at my feet.
We spends our lives
Dreaming, Wishing, Seeking, Realizing, Asking;
Begging, Lying, Betraying, Rebelling,
But ultimately dying.
What we forgot though
Was to actually live...

SquanderedThe extravagance of late autumn
In fallen apples, the bitter lees of wine
Strewn leaves, spilled blood
All of a color:
The aching profligacy of too late
Too late.
UntitledOh for those better days
when you were only just a babe
and I towered...
a golden God...
a walking living lightning rod
for all your questions...
all your dreams...
your very own encyclopedia
of life's do and don'ts
and lessons to achieve your hopes
and wants.
But lately it always seems
that you and I only scream...
each day the same old fight
as you fledge wings and
attempt the flight
out into a wild blue world.
I wonder what ever happened
to the child who adored me
as if I'd stepped from heaven.
I feel the crack...
a growing rift...
between us princess...
baby girl... my precious gift.
The only thing a man can say
is Daddy loves you
each and every day.
LiesEverything I
have from when I lived alone
is in sets of two.

...---...The SOS still lingers
in the curve of their pity-stained smiles,
a testimony
to all the things I never understood.
I flew from actions, axis turning,
traveling to abandoned buildings
and poorly written poetry.
But another chance is there, too-
one, dancing
around the flames of a sudden blossoming
and we are sculpting its eager clay
into something more.
But maybe that isn't enough-
maybe it's always been them,
drifting on the edges of a
life still plummeting
and laughing their lives along, empty-
I never understood.
But I'm laughing now,
in time to that desperate beat
because, damn,
we could be so much
Less.
...---...
...---...
MeasurementsI used to measure myself in pounds
The scale told my worth
And the only beauty I could see
Was the empty spaces
I was so desperate to carve
Between my ribs and my thighs
Between my hips and inside my eyes
I would measure myself by the darkness
The black and filthy ink rotting inside me
The emptier I was the better
But the darkness didn't leave willingly
It had to be bled out through broken veins
Cut open by the broken pieces of bloody glass
That could be found rattling inside me
Or it could be purged from my stomach
With greedy fingers thrusted down my throat
Or even starved from my bones
Sweat out from running down this endless road
I could even measure myself
By the wieght of my mind
How crowded it was
How loud the voices
And how close the shadows
And this of course
Weighed more than pounds
More than thick and sticky darkness
More than any of my many counts
But lately I've been learning
To measure myself my strengt
Rather than the weight on the bathroom tiles
Hell, sometimes even in
LonelyA single sparrow upon the tree,
she stands alone against the sky,
Inside she screams to be free,
as she watches the other birds fly by,
They don't even notice her,
for her brown feathers blend in,
with tears her eyes blur,
nowhere does she fit with her kin,
She had always loved the eagle,
of his love to her she was sure,
but his heart already belonged to the seagull,
and the eagle looked right through her
She tried so hard to be fast,
with concentration she was grim,
but so often she was passed,
the ducks wouldn't let her swim.
She studied day and night
and her knowledge only grows
but to share it gave her such fright,
She wasn't smart enough for the crows,
She preens herself every day,
her beauty she tries to retain,
but her boring feather float astray,
the peacocks deemed her to plain.
The eagle looked right through her,
The ducks wouldn't let her swim,
She wasn't smart enough for the crows,
And the peacocks deemed her too plain.
but she is herself,
so she continues to sing,
and she



Urban Icarus... by Dark-Indigo
Moon princess by WingsieSteam Akatsuki... by Dark-Indigo
Saber Kindergarten by kixkillradio
Greatest. Movie. EVER. by kevinbolkSean Connery by marmicminipark
A year of Paint by TenaiciousD
Zena by Wordup(G) Princess Marika by Midna01



would you like any sugar?i slip
my soul
in your teacup
while the kettle
hum-whistle-hums
like the
breath between
my teeth.
PoemsPoems are for expression
An Impression
To say sorrow, delight, anger
A message, to friend or stranger.
Blessed are those who mournDeath
shrinks
a man:
in the lifetime
of a moment,
he is gone
from man
to wood
to ash.
In greeting Death
he says farewell
to all the worldly sighs
and all the worldly sights
that once he might enjoy.
'Tis passing strange
that what he leaves behind
never says goodbye
to all its full extent.
How we him remember
is up to time,
divided minds
the price of tinted glass.

The coin manThere is a man in the mountains who has a lot of money. Or it would likely seem a lot of money to you and me, but, given the unlikelihood that he'll ever spend any of it, the lot is less like a lot of money, and more like an enormous collection of coins. These coins are not particularly special; not to you and me; no particular countries of origin, no specific years, no arrangement, nothing unique.
He just likes coins.
He has a wooden house, but no beard to speak of, and he's had a wife- more than once. He doesn't spend a lot time around the town, but he usually has a smile and a wave at the ready.
He is very, very satisfied.
And he really has a lot of coins.
saying goodbye.{ .oo6 Break Away }
She's 15 months old and walking.
She's seven and making friends in first grade.
She's eleven and starting to notice boys.
She's thirteen and acting out.
She's fifteen and wants to go to Homecoming.
She's sixteen and driving away with her friends.
She's seventeen and going to Prom.
She's eighteen and moving out, waving as she drives off.
She's twenty-two and has her own child now.
She's twenty-nine and hasn't spoken to us since Christmas - it's now June.
She's thirty-five and is busy with her job, the three kids and going back to college.
She's forty and the only time we get contact with her is on birthdays and holidays.
She's fifty and we're gone, her kids are gone, her grandkids never see her.
She's broken free, finally.
"But is it what I wanted?" she wonders as she sits alone in this big house full of memories and loneliness.
Eternal FearI am like a little spider,
sliding across the floors
climbing up the walls.
You are sitting there alone,
in this dark bedroom
and you think you're safe.
Fear is what I leave behind,
like stalking shadows
of the lonely nights.
Sit there in your world of peace,
until your eyes dilate,
when you feel the presence
of the noxious air
that I breathe out.
Tell me if you are afraid,
tell me if you're able to
restrain your fear.
A soul with no courage,
your lovely screams are music
to my little ears.
Don't try to escape just yet,
this is only the beginning,
of my evolution
to give you what you need.
Don't ever try to run from me,
don't even try to call for help.
I'm only here to make you realise,
of my evolution
to give you what everyone needs.
It's FEAR~~~~~~
You are running away,
down the corridors
where you will trip up
any given time.
The evolution of this pain,
will make your skin crawl
once it grows much worse.
Stand there within realms of fear,
with no-one to help you,
as you feel the pre

Tides Of DarknessThe midnight wind blows.
The stars shine like blue jewels.
I'm kissed by their light.
RegretLeft out in the rain,
there's nothing to gain.
Struck by the wind,
it knows you have sinned.
You hear the chimes,
of negative time.
How do you feel,
of that brutal kill?
Looking really blank,
of the poison you drank.
There's nowhere to run,
after you fondled with that gun.
Raindrops that are crystal blue,
fall from the night and on you.
Forever sorry,
you've now lost your will.
StopStop.
I said stop.
That’s you. Yes, you, the reader. I want you to stop. I want you to stop moving. I want you to stop breathing. See how long you can hold your breath.
Are you doing it? Are you holding your breath?
Can you feel the nagging feeling, calling on you to open your mouth and inhale? Can you resist it?
Do you see how unnatural it is? Breathing is what keeps you inside this world. It is something your body does without thought, without command. You have to tell yourself not to do it. Almost every other action occurs at your command, breathing occurs at the lack of command. You have to force yourself to stop doing it, and it gets more and more difficult to do. Your entire body screams at you to open your mouth an inhale. Your own mind reminds you again and again that you must breath. It pulls you like gravity down again and again until you can’t think of anything else, can’t do anything else, until you take a breath. Your body and your own mind wants you to.


Beware Of The Dragon by PVproject
Katarina - League Of Legends by PVprojectLion Falls by PVproject
Happy Birthday Sundae by KuchikixRukia
Hellion's Sacrilege by Hellknight10Memoirs of Dawn and Eternity by Hellknight10
Pomperange by ChasmaticChasity
Spring Puberty by Hellknight10The Enchanted Path by FlabnBone


<Pot of Rainbow by FlabnBone
. B e a u t y . by KuchikixRukiaEternal Spring by FlabnBone
In the thick of things by Smidow
Jenni 2 by KatiraMoonProper Spirit by NiGHT-0WL
Coming into focus by A-Negative-Blood
Victory - (Vitory) by RaikaiRansplash by Sadeq-Photography


Thank you everyone for participating into the forum thread, this is only the first half of the artworks i received, the other half will go up shortly after or at the end of the month.

ps: in case the artworks appear as a single horizontal line, please zoom out a bit.

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Undiscovered Gems (47)

Thu Sep 18, 2014, 7:39 AM
With the launch of the "Undiscovered" browsing option, there are a TON of awesome artworks I've been finding and admiring, and I just have to share them with you guys.

I WILL be taking suggestions for this series, as well, so if you discover something while browsing the bowels of dA that you think needs to be shared, please send me ( TwilightPoetess ) a note titled Undiscovered Gems.

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Undiscovered Gems (47)
today's theme: a little sash, a little say

kPsiKlXofdc by Ivan-Malkovich Bookmarks with cat by WyszywaneFantazje My first dreamcatcher by myweri

fabled lifei.
she talks through her wrinkles,
'i have no desire for food', she says.
i take her plate to the kitchen
noticing how the beetroot shavings bled into the skin of the chicken and brown rice.
it was blood, skin, and bone,
and the rice was a million starlike cells floating between.
this reminds me of my anatomy textbook:
we've been learning what's beneath our skin,
we learned that all cells divide. some cells often don't stop dividing.
other cells divide and stop when they should...
but not my grandmother's.
starlike, they explode, they shatter, they consume
they divide.
ii.
i want to be mad at my grandmother's cells,
but what would that do?
i want to talk to my grandmother's cells,
i want to tell them they can be alive
and not kill her.
but first,
i have to catch the moon,
i have to visit hades and bargain with beautiful music,
i have to sell my voice for legs,
i have to sail the ocean blue in search of a good reason why cancer can't just be what it is.
iii.
this is not a fabled life
an
  storiesi begin and end with stories
where hummingbird hearts play sonatas
against my ribs and i drown in
early morning light and
the girl in me sinks into the sea
like rusting anchors chained to
ships and i sway port and starboard
the lion in me rises like lazarus
from the savannah where dust swirls
like storms
and i begin and end with stories
where i swallow the world and all
the rain and girls and lions in it
where i hold it up like atlas,
where i support jupiter with just
an index finger and where i chase
comets and cup them like fireflies
to hang on my bedroom walls
  the things i don't sayhow about 
soft skin over calloused knuckles,
holding onto whatever hands i can find
because i don't want to accept this,
i don't
it's in my brain, i know i'm not 
fucked-up but my friends are gonna
think i am, there are little ballerinas
in tight leotards dancing around my
taste buds, tickling teeth and 
whispering the words i've sucked in 
and kept down and stuck to the 
bottom of my lungs,
i move onto the next guy
and think this time,
maybe this time


Princess Yeti by Furrykami-creatures Baby Groot Plush by MyBeautifulMonsters Le Flotteur by paweladamiec

I just want to go homeI was cracking my skull wide    open, looking
north for an answer and growing
flowers like compass roses
                                 inside of my lungs,
(one night in July when the rain refused to      stop)
and   i couldn’t help but notice how that noise,
water hitting palms, palms turned up in innocence
    (out the upstairs window, reaching like they always are,
     reaching for something to wash away the old paint and
                                                                             apologies)
(re)sounded just like a question, an ivory song
                         
  SquanderedThe extravagance of late autumn
In fallen apples, the bitter lees of wine
Strewn leaves, spilled blood
All of a color:
The aching profligacy of too late
Too late.
  Keep your powder dryi.
he looks away, the lines under
and around his mudded eyes as
known to me as my own,
as known to me as the hot air
of the death months, the death December,
the blowfly fester, the light stretched
and bright to breaking;
as known to me
as the eucalyptus leaves
that are slicks of fragrant summer
in every January of every year I have
ever lived –
as known to me as the smell of my
sister’s cigarette,
floating ’cross the ruined cities
of Christmas lunch –
ii.
i am six. he puts the air rifle
against my shoulder, and tells me to
pull the trigger tight.
iii.
i’ll try, dad,
i’m trying.


White spotted Jellyfish by irrlicht71 CMY Sky Study 1 by NaismithArt Symmetry by darkcalypso

Summer PortraitStraddle the bed corner,
summer resting between
your knobby spine
and thin, cotton tank-top.
Fingers, curled soft
on keys that beg for use
but there are droughts
this summer--
likewise your head
is full of dust.
Crawl the length of the mattress.
Envy the flies,
their twenty-four hour lifespans,
obsessions with fluorescence.
(How can they find such purpose
while you can't?)
You are less a girl,
more a fish in the Mojave;
limp,
lost,
and close to dead.
  emerald meadows (haiku way)emerald meadows-
autumn trances of summer
dreamt by wistful men
  the good stain.there's Darkness at the edge of the daytime
and she is
lovelorn,
lost in the panic forest
swallowed by her own heroin(e)
there's the princess at the edge of the darkness
she rivals royalty on her own four horsemen
and with them,
she brings all but death
there's Darkness at the edge of the princess
and it's too late to save her


SugarSkullGirl by PrettyGore Lemniscate by Eon-Brush Cat by CherryChan94 

the pros and cons of incorrect file formatsbecause sometimes
it's worth misbehaving
and sometimes your gums have to bleed
to taste truth
and sometimes
i'll be damned, i did it again.
launched right into the middle
of a ghastly conversation
in my head and
i am a skimmer. pages, crowds,
faces even.
i pretend that all the relevant information
is readily apparent
or contextually discerned.
but when i met you, dear,
like the library at alexandria ashed
and like they are chuckling warmly
at our memoirs
and weeping briskly at our graves
i have to type everything.
my script's shortcomings aside
my mind requires the fixed-pitch order
of clacking input
or else my notepads dim
as the ink chokes them out.
these thickets
cannot be skimmed; this rampage
of think and rethink and amend
and portend
does not betray its secrets lightly
like the gravity of charybdis
or the way you sway just enough
to sink our ships and your reef
is one that i would lie and cheat and riot to kiss
because sometimes
it's worth misbehaving
and sometimes your gums have
  [his name is zachary]i read about the mother who prepared a bottle for her infant son,
dressed him up,
strapped him to her chest,
& leaped into the ocean.
reports claim he was unconscious (she'd laced his milk with sedatives) & that he did not suffer.
if god is a liquid. if god is an ocean. if god is here
why?
i read about the mother who dressed her son up
to jump into the ocean.
heat of august, merciless & dry. i would have held him, but the world was too wide. if only i could go back. if only the universe would allow this small exception. i would have held him. baby boy. lost.
why?
there is no forgiveness in this place. in the ocean that swallows everything. the cruel god that swallows everything. there is no forgiveness,
but there is no absence of love. little boy, pulled out of the water. loved by a woman hundreds of miles away. loved by strangers who would have followed after him. held him above the waves. if only the universe would allow.
please
the heat is stifling. the sadness is stif
  CoverupI feel the memoirs buliding up
bouncing around, ping-pong cracks
on the inside of my skull--
Anecdotes and spouted wisdoms
desperately trying to cover
the louder, the better
Whip the hair like a dancer
Dislodge the thoughts like
Raindrops rolling down each
Thin, fragile strand
Whip the head till the face is red


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PICTURES AT AN EXHIBITION 2014 - PART III

Journal Entry: Thu Sep 18, 2014, 10:35 AM
WITHOUT WORDS ---- ONLY WORKS

reflections of a different era by gestiefeltekatze Apocalypse by VeroNArt Awakening of a World by OlivierAccart

Dragon by MariannaInsomnia Christmas gerbera by FrancescaDelfino chodz by all17

Claudia by John35Photography Wrapped In The Warmth Of You by stefangrosjean Darkness Matters by Spiegellicht

 

Blue by YourEvilAddiction Carmen by thomsontm Touch of Pink by xOronar

20091121 2719 by metindemiralay Shibuya Street Life by Pajunen Alisa II by Pixelfusionen

Bibou abricot by Arkus83 5744 by Lestrovoy *** by Tarasov

 

I am of the leaves which tremble III by RapidHeartMovement Baby you can drive my car (3) by DormirReverPeutEtre Lass by SuicideLass

The Tooth Fairy by la-esmeralda Dream by west-kis in love by monika-es

The Fox Shake by thrumyeye Poison by iNeedChemicalX That House by lostknightkg

 

shy by wiwionart | n a c h t b l a u | by Nachtblau Sleeping Beauty - 2 by Hidrico

Out Cold  by starg691 Summer by Maegondo red girls by MartaSyrko

DaS 946 by MichalTokarczuk Nightticia by ShakilovNeel wearing steel 01 by tymur

 

The Rainbow Bud. by dragonfly-oli Secret Places by Nelleke Red light by anaispopy

CAPTIVE by alan1828 T O U C H by k-i-mm-i-e There's a sea within every being by Kissed-By-Coldness

20120218 5351 by metindemiralay Last leaves by megan7 .: Wheat Field II :. by Dave-Ellis

 

Once you lose that innocence XV by Moosiatko Make a wish by Ideasplayer Miss Sunshine by Pzychonoir

Our Summer Days by WishmasterAlchemist Lucious Lod by DrewHopper Sinical by Ophelia-Overdose

Intensity by xKimJoanne Motherland Chronicles #48 - The Keeper by zemotion Laced by luciekout

 

Last Breath by Joe-Maccer Belgrade F by Vinsanto INfinithium by fionafoto

Looking for a glimmer of hope by RezzanATAKOL Sabre by charleshildreth City Streets by mng182

Love is all around by bo0xVn Sunshower by apalkin Sad mood by IgnisFatuusII

 

So your ready to serve. by twinphoto Lilly by stefangrosjean Lo by photoport

Wolfhound Queen by ByteStudio Venice by Piroshki-Photography ... by absentii

What UR doing Sir? by MichelLalonde Confession by DeGustibuss human II by werram

 

i was trying to describe you by scottchurch -Late evening in Moravia- by Janek-Sedlar .: Her Sad Melody :. by Pure-Poison89

Glare by NurseDVita Sossusvlei Dust by mightystag Torment by J-u-d-a-s

Love in the style of Island Lesbos by Hermetic-Wings Strange Kind Of Woman ver.II by Leon13th 1250 by Mords

 

Submerge by John-Peter Mystic Scotland by LinsenSchuss broken mirror... by YuriChief

golden field2 by BaxiaArt Natali by fly10 Spectrum by ariadnese

Sanctuary by DarkVenusPersephonae Natural Born Climber by BogdanBoev Hochpeappeln by Bildmalerin

 

Nirvana by chabruphotography The Widow Who Preyed on Men by xBassxHarmingx The web of fears by Julie-de-Waroquier

Mystery Keepers by FlorentCourty Warmth by west-kis Setmana Santa a l'Alguer by DamaInNero

After the first kiss II by GoettlicherMarkgraf Olga by Sidusdirum Beach Bums by Cyril-Helnwein

 

Essence Noir by Tanit-Isis



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Through-a-Lens Feature Friday #70

Fri Sep 19, 2014, 12:00 AM

Digitalism v.10

Thu Sep 18, 2014, 10:58 PM

Fan Art Friday: Legend of Zelda

Thu Sep 18, 2014, 6:00 PM by Lyricanna:iconlyricanna:




Hello and welcome to the 54th edition of Fan Art Fridays :wave: I'll be featuring 10-15 pieces of fan art, by fandom each week. This week will feature art from the Legend of Zelda :la:

The Legend of Zelda by kowan The Legend of Zelda by SandraInk The Legend Of Zelda by Zita52 Legend of Zelda by Acualina Zelda Wii U: Link by EternaLegend Zelda by Edalie-chan Legend of Zelda by galazy The Legend of Zelda Skyward Sword by MissPeridot Legend of Zelda by Jazzmincat The Legend of Zelda: Gerudo's by Nonro Magic Armor Link - Zelda Twilight Princess by pikminlink Legend of Zelda Wall Clock by Athey Legend of Zelda - Sheik by Nissie Malon Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time by ArtemisMoonCosplay TLoZ- Zelda by Elenath

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Nature Stock

Thu Sep 18, 2014, 1:00 PM by Cassy-Blue:iconcassy-blue:
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Stock & Resources



Stock & Resources

Section I: Introduction


Let’s talk about stock focusing around nature. This is my niche in the stock community. I’m not a big model and I love to be outside shooting animals and their environments. I’m sure many of you also enjoy that too. So let’s jump right in!

Section II: Shooting Nature Stock


What Camera should I use?


You don’t need an expensive camera to shoot nature stock. What you do need is a good camera that’s trusty and can take abuse. A vast majority of the stock in my gallery was shot with a point and shoot canon powershot. The camera worked well and still does despite the sand in it. The big thing you need to watch for when choosing what camera to use that is within your budgte is the image quality and size. DeviantART’s stock policy states that all stock images must be at least 1000x1000 pixels. My recommendation is try to stick with a camera that is 10mp or higher, which honestly isn’t too hard to do considering how much technology advances. You want a camera that takes crisp, clear shots with the least amount of grain. I shoot with a DSLR now and I am still learning since I have only had the camera for about 6 months now. I typically use my 18-55mm kit lens for all landscapes and my 55-250mm lens for wildlife and animal stock.

Good way to get ideas of what to shoot is to talk to artists on deviantART and browse stock. This will give you ideas of what has been done before or if there is a need for certain kind of stock. Think about places near to where you live or day trips you’d like to take.  Here's some examples of stock taken at different types of places you could shoot:

Florida Scrub Jay Stock 1 by Cassy-Blue Boulder Stock by Cassy-Blue Devil's Millhopper Stock 2 by Cassy-Blue Marsh Stock 2 by Cassy-Blue Redroot Stock by Cassy-Blue
State parks, national forests, national wildlife refuges, and nature preserves are great places to shoot nature stock! Google your state, county, province, town/city and nature preserve/center/park and you'll be able to see all the natural areas close to you. It's likely if you don't live in a big city there is a lot more natural areas around you than you think. Or if you do live in a big city, there are pocket green spaces like Central Park of New York or in Milwaukee, the nature preserves along Lake Michigan. 

Morikami Stock 4 by Cassy-Blue Orchid Stock by Cassy-Blue Camellia Stock by Cassy-Blue Butterflies and Moth Precut Pack 1 by Cassy-Blue
Botanical gardens and natural history museums are another good place to take stock. Botanical gardens are a great for place, plant, and insect stock images. Natural history museums are good for taking pictures of specimens for stock, especially for precut stock. Check if you local university/college, they might have a teaching collection of invertebrate or vertebrate specimens that they might let you photograph. 

kookabbura stock 7 by Cassy-Blue Nurse Shark Stock by Cassy-Blue Meerkat Stock 4 by Cassy-Blue Giant Tortoise Stock 9 by Cassy-Blue
Zoos, aviaries, and aquariums are another good place to take stock of animals. Often you can photograph exotic animals easily and get close to certain species. Artists look for references of animals from around the world that are colorful. Just watch out for reflections in glass walls or dirty glass walls which may cause some fuzziness. 

Lizard Stock 6 by Cassy-Blue Gulf Fritillary Stock 2 by Cassy-Blue Squirrel Stock by Cassy-Blue Passionflower Stock 2 by Cassy-Blue
And finally your backyard is a great place to shoot nature stock. Do you have a bird feeder? Photograph the birds that come to it (or squirrels in my case). What about your flower beds? Do you have any stunning flowers or do you have a lot butterflies and bees? The more you look, the more you see. Look for the extraordinary in the ordinary, you'll be surprised at how much you'll find.

Taking pictures of the same place throughout the seasons or in different conditions is also valuable for artists since it can show differences and how the year progresses.  Ecosystems are not static, but always changing and dynamic so if you go somewhere one time and go a few weeks later you'll probably see different stuff than you did the first time. I go to the beach a lot and these are just some examples of how the beach can vary from season to season, tide to tide, and from place to place:

Beach Stock 195 by Cassy-Blue Beach Stock 165 by Cassy-Blue Beach Stock 122 by Cassy-Blue Beach Stock 108 by Cassy-Blue Beach Stock 45 by Cassy-Blue Beach Stock 33 by Cassy-Blue Beach Stock 27 by Cassy-Blue

What should I watch out for in my photographs?


Things to be aware of when shooting and processing images are (with examples :la:):

  • Exposure/Lighting—is this over exposed or this underexposed? A stock image should not be too dark or too light. One of my tricks is to use my shadow to even out harsh lighting while out shooting. You want to avoid shooting during the harsh afternoon light. The hour after dawn and the hour before sunset, the golden hours are the best time to shoot any sort of photograph because the light is soft. Generally in the evening and morning even before the gold hours, you have soft light which does not create harsh highlights or shadows. Getting out early in the morning is great because you get to your shooting area before most other people and you have less traffic in and out of the site to contend with (especially if it’s somewhere like a beach). If you are going to shoot in the afternoon, look for an overcast day to go out in the field and shoot. This will diffuse the harsh light and soften things up.
 Capybara Stock 1 by Cassy-Blue  giraffe stock 3 by Cassy-Blue Wallaby Stock 2 by Cassy-Blue
The image of the Capybara on the left is not great stock since the large capybara's fur is overexposed in patches. This is something not fixable in photoshop. You want the lighting to be even like on the giraffe on the left. I took the giraffe photo in the afternoon when the light was harsh like I did with the capybara, but it was overcast which helped prevent the harsh lighting. Sometimes it helps to shoot animals when they are in the shade, but beware of dappling like what is on the kangaroo on the far right which like the capybara makes the image hard to use. And likewise be careful of images that are really dark. 

Beach Stock 111 by Cassy-Blue Beach Stock 110 by Cassy-Blue
The image on the left is overexposed in some areas which isn't the greatest, but the important parts, the rocks, are exposed ok so I posted it anyways. It can be hard to make a call when things are partly overexposed. The image on the right was taken in overcast light and is evenly lit which is great :la:

Beach Stock 59 by Cassy-Blue Beach Stock 125 by Cassy-Blue
These two images were taken at each of the golden hour. The one on the left was taken in the morning and the one on the right was taken in the evening. Notice how the golden light gives it an almost painterly look with soft lighting. This is great for painters who want to paint landscapes like the old masters. 

  • Focus—Is this blurry or this sharp? Out of focus images are hard to use for both manipulators and painters since the details are lost.
Blurry Butterfly Example by Cassy-Blue Great Southern White Butterfly Stock by Cassy-Blue
These two images are of the same butterfly. Which one as an artist would you use? I know I'd use the one of the right that is in focus. Sometimes it can be really hard to get small animals like insects all in focus. You want to get most of the animal in focus like on the butterfly on the right. Tips of legs and the ends of antenna are ok to be out of focus, but it's preferable to get the whole animal in focus if you can.

  • Grain/Noise—Is this image too grainy/noisy? Grain and Noise makes the images hard for manipulators to use. Sometimes other artists can use it if the grain is not too bad, but it impacts the quality of the image.
Grain Example 2 by Cassy-Blue Squirrel Stock by Cassy-Blue 
Notice how the image on the left looks speckly and somewhat gritty? It has a lot of noise in compared to the image on the right. Notice how the grain impacts the quality of the image compared to the example on the right. 

  • Crop/angle—Is the whole subject in the frame? Is this angle usable? You want to be careful that if you are shooting fullbody of an animal that all the parts are in the frame since a cropped off foot can make it hard for the image to be used. Manipulators and other artists want to see the whole body of the animal so that they can get all the details correct. Angles are good, but you want to be careful what kind of angles you use for stock. Some extreme angles are very hard to use in manipulations and paintings/drawings.
Cropped Off Wierd by Cassy-Blue Giraffe Stock 13 by Cassy-Blue

  • Is the Horizon Straight?—This is my kryptonite. Using a tripod helps get straight horizons. My tripod is a cheap one from Walmart and works fine. You don’t want the horizon to be crooked on any stock photograph even if the artists will straighten it later. You want to save artists that extra step and also it makes your image look more appealing and natural. 
Crooked Horizon by Cassy-Blue Beach Stock 13 by Cassy-Blue

  • Photobombs—Cars, people, etc can all get in your photo.Try a different angle if you have issues with photobombers or if you can wait a few minutes until the bomber passes and try shooting again.
The most important thing to keep in mind is can an artist use this? That should determine what you post and what you should not post. If there is a super cool shot that you really, really want to post as stock but aren't sure if it’s useful, ask artists and other stockers. And if it’s not, hey then you can submit it as photography if you really love the shot.

Section III: Nature Stock Feature


Here is a selection of some of the nature stock on deviantART to get your creative juices going :heart:.

Horseshoe Falls - Tasmania by cbidgie
Grimm's Forest in October 02 by kuschelirmel-stock Snow path 1 by whynotastock These Wild Woods 7 UNRESTRICTED by Elandria Austria Stock 098 by Malleni-Stock Stock: Canyon Stream by Celem 
Low Tide Beach by GreenEyezz-stock
Owl Stock 08 by NellyGrace3103 Blue and Black Butterfly by magpienerd Akhal 7 by Colourize-Stock Monkey Stock 03 by NellyGrace3103 Jelly Fish Stock by Hands-and-Teeth
StockHeaven ~ Flower Leaves Plants fern 7 by StockHeaven
Cats are playing 2 [Stock] by IvaxXx Lotte by CapturedForInfinity Georgia Aquarium 11 by Dracoart-Stock
Butterfly Stock 24 by NellyGrace3103

If you have questions, do not hesitate to ask me in the comments :D



. ART FEATURE September 2014 .

Journal Entry: Thu Sep 18, 2014, 8:44 AM

Trapped by babsartcreations

Look Closely by Aurelia-IsabellaVirgo by EnchantedWhispersArt
1092 by LilifIlane The Pearl by astridle
Cold Paleness by pompafunebris Endless days by scared-princess
Calm before the storm by Gejda
Under the Full Moon by KuomaLady of the Lake by Wagner
Forgetfulness by Ariel87Roses by IrKos
Deliverance by LevanaTempestThe lake of wishes by EstherPuche-Art
Napaeae by RossanaCastellinoWalk on the Beauty's Way by Lorelyne
Stille Kom Doden by LadyxBoleynLost by oloferla
Feel the Darkness by thelemadreamssilent tears. by VictoriaMorphine
 Field of Hearts by KBJ-77and in the darkest place I found my name by Sturmideenkind


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