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Journal Entry: Wed Sep 17, 2014, 10:55 PM


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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.

pps:Want an artwork feature or a project promoted? note me. I do regular features every 2-3 weeks :)
cheers.


Coding by SimplySilent

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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I hope you found something here to fall in love with and admire!  Please show your support by +faving or commenting on these beautiful pieces--and don't forget, I'm taking suggestions for pieces to feature in the future!


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



This Journal Skin was designed by Night-Beast

AWW XI / 2014

Journal Entry: Thu Sep 18, 2014, 12:37 AM

Who are Angels without Wings?


They are those fellow deviants:

            .:Mini star bullet 04:. by Chipi-Chiu who more or less regularly feature other deviants
            .:Mini star bullet 04:. by Chipi-Chiu who always willingly give tips, hints, helpful comments
            .:Mini star bullet 04:. by Chipi-Chiu who answer at least a fair amount of the comments they get
            .:Mini star bullet 04:. by Chipi-Chiu who give kind and or uplifting words where they see its needed
            .:Mini star bullet 04:. by Chipi-Chiu who feature and pimp projects and deviants who need support/help
            .:Mini star bullet 04:. by Chipi-Chiu who take the time to suggest DD's on a more or less regular basis
            .:Mini star bullet 04:. by Chipi-Chiu who take the time to suggest seniority every now and then
            .:Mini star bullet 04:. by Chipi-Chiu who give fair and helpful critiques (whether official or not)
            .:Mini star bullet 04:. by Chipi-Chiu or whatever else helpful, kind, supportive they might do
                        You can read all about it HERE

Star + Dangles Divider (PurBlu) - F2U! by Drache-Lehre

Every first weekend of the month 4 deviants will be awarded with a pair of wings and get
featured by Nameda and her fellow Gangstas of love (in alphabetical order):



ANGELICA-LILY .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu Angelles-LaVeau .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu Annissina .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu Bushaqua .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu CelestialMemories 
DAnnsCreations
 .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu davincipoppalag .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu Dieffi .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu Digithalie .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu Egil21 .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu Etsuko-Hime .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu EveLivesey
 
gigi50 .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu iDJPanda .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu kvdolan .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu MayEbony .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu msfowle .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu MYPeanutGallery .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu PhotographsByBri
 
roses2011 .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-ChiuShackledMuse .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu signmeupscotty .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu Sserenita .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu Stygma .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu suezn .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu Tales-of-Tao
TheGalleryOfEve .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu TheRafflesia .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu Tigles1Artistry .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu WishmasterAlchemist

On Hiatus for the time being: Tricia-Danby .:Mini star bullet 03:. by Chipi-Chiu PurpleInk777

Wanted: New Gangstas of Love! If you'd like to :iconlovesqueeplz: spread the joy :iconlovesqueeplz: of featuring new Angels Without
Wings apply now! It’s a simple task that you need to do once every month. Journal content is given to you,
complete. Just choose 3 deviations from each of the new Angels galleries to add to the journal, upload it to your
own account, and notifythe new Angels of their feature. Simply note 
:iconnameda: to apply.

Star + Dangles Divider (PurBlu) - F2U! by Drache-Lehre

Now without further delay on to the 4 brand new angels:



:iconsomeconfettiplz: congrats everyone :iconsomeconfettiplz:
:iconwingsplz: it’s a delight to award you with the wings you so deserve :iconwingsplz:
Please do remember to leave comments for each of our dear Gangstas who feature you in their individual
journals. And, you can now displaythe AWW stamp on your frontpage, in your journals or ID :D (Big Grin)



Angel without Wings Award by Nameda

:icontrippy4u: nominated by Dieffi 

Richard is a sweet, dedicated friend who goes out of his way to promote others on his beautiful journal features!
He makes sure that all his friends are remembered on their birthdays, making the sweetest polls, which feel like
an invitation to celebrate! His funny interactions with his watchers and friends make him unique, insightful, and
a real breath of fresh air for those of us who are fortunate enough to have the privilege of calling him a friend!
No one goes unnoticed with Richard, his selfless actions help bring out the very best in his fellow artists!
He is indeed an inspiration through his own work as well, his gallery is full of beautiful photos, that follow a
brilliant technique! He truly is a wonderful person and a very special, beloved friend!

Men's Soccer by Trippy4U Mourning Love by Trippy4U Bathed In Rumination by Trippy4U



Angel without Wings Award by Nameda
:iconjeffrettalyn: nominated by MoonyMina and MayEbony

Dear Katie truly is one of the world's beautiful souls. She is so kind and loving and always really helpful... She
creates free tutorials, journal skins, PS brushes, wallpaper and gallery CSS and, when you have trouble
installing them, or adjusting them to your screen, she doesn't mind spending 2 hours helping you, even if you
are really slow to understand. Katie is always so generous with everyone and her heart is constantly
considering the needs of others first. She gives PMs, suggests other deviants for rewards, gives llamas, and so
many other things above and beyond just normal dA friendship. She is also an amazing handicrafter and artist -
her many and varied talents will blow you away if you check her gallery. Katie is so positive and caring in her
attitude - a total sunshine to brighten anyone's day!

Request: Fox in the City by JeffrettaLyn Commission: Solar Surfer Race by JeffrettaLyn Valentine's Day Gift by JeffrettaLyn



Angel without Wings Award by Nameda
:iconladymidnightsolace: nominated by Etsuko-Hime

Lady is a friend who is truly an Angel Without Wings! She answers all her comments, she is friendly (and very
cute), and works really hard to assist everyone to improve their own art. Lady regularly produces beautiful art
features to showcase other artists work, and creates really inspiring art of her own. LadyMidnightSolace is a
very kind and helpful person, she is that kind of person, when you meet her you'll say "what a nice girl!" She
has this gentle and generous aura that makes it difficult not to like her, and she goes out of her way to help
others feel good about themselves. She is positive in nature, and cheers people on. Lady also helps with
running several groups that are designed to help other artists get better at making art, stories and characters!
Anyone who devotes so much time and energy into helping others surely deserves a pair of wings!

Japanese Room by LadyMidnightSolace              Ela by LadyMidnightSolace          Petra by LadyMidnightSolace



Angel without Wings Award by Nameda

Shi is a wonderful artist and friend, not to mention an admirable and supportive member of the community.
Always willing and ready to help, she consistently promotes and encourages other artists with beautiful
features and encouraging critiques. She also keeps a habit of posting well-thought out articles, and offers
constant featuring opportunities for club work. To top it off, Shi is incredibly talented herself; her digital
and traditional art alike breathe life and subtle emotion, you can find deviants all around making use of her
wonderful journal skins, and her photography holds a sweet sort of glow around it that mirrors her personality.
Despite her popularity, she maintains an approachable demeanor, and is a joy to interact with. Thoughtful and
earnest, it cannot be denied that she is genuinely enjoyable to speak with. For those of you who don't know
her yet, Shi will be an enlightening and lovely revelation.

Blue flower 2 [6.2014] by SabakuNoShi Dark moon by SabakuNoShi Rainbow stars 2 [07.2014] by SabakuNoShi


Star + Dangles Divider (PurBlu) - F2U! by Drache-Lehre



:iconwingsplz: Wanted – Nominations for new Angels Without Wings :iconwingsplz:
If you know any deserving deviants who meet the criteria at the top of this journal, please tell us! We are always
looking for new Angels to award.

Simply Note :iconnameda: :icondieffi: :iconmayebony: or :iconthegalleryofeve: with ‘AWW Suggestion’ as the
subject, along with at least 5 sentences telling us why the deviant deserves to earn their Wings. Please, one
suggestion per Note only!

If you do suggest, please have a look to make sure the nominees good deeds are visible for everyone visiting
their pages!! Everyone needs to clearly see why the person deserves their Award.


Skin Art: HeatherSchoff

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

Suggestions? Want to see past issues?

If you want to suggest a book/game/anime/cartoon/movie/etc to feature fan art of, please comment HERE


Fan Art Fridays Past Editions

If you missed one of our past issues or want to see what's been covered, please take a look at that list!


Support

Community Relations Stamp by communityrelations Community Operations Stamp by fourteenthstar

Recommend a Friend: Edition XVI

Wed Sep 17, 2014, 11:29 PM by WintersRead:iconwintersread:



Welcome to the 16th edition of Recommend a Friend :la: If you want to get a friend and yourself featured, check out the launch journal.

Higsit


My Strawberry by HigsitInsert creative name here by HigsitFairy wind by Higsit

Higsit's gallery is adorable and she is a wonderful friend to me. Heart Words alone could never describe how important Higsit is, but I know that my heart would be so very empty without her!
Recommended by Neccers


Icedeb


2 Amigurumi Dachshund by IcedebLugia chibi by Icedeb60 minions by Icedeb

She's a very nice person and she great at all things crafting, 
you should check out her gallery because it's well worth seeing, she's great at crocheting and she's a fabulous artist.
(way better than I could ever be XD) she's very skilled with a crochet needle and yarn. I might be repeating myself but she really is great at what she does. So please check her out!!! 
Recommended by CrochetQueen


sassister


Aron, the iron armor by sassisterPichu, the tiny mouse by sassisterAromatisse, the fragrant by sassister

He's awesome because his art is so unique and he's an extremely friendly guy~c:
Recommended by ashvanity


Noctualis


Raccoon wants the strawberry by NoctualisSnake and Koi by NoctualisClouds by Noctualis

Noctaulis is not only a dear friend, but a talented artist. Joining the DA community recently, she strives to contribute and is constantly thinking of new ways to make art. Her passion for animals is matched only by her openness to others. Check out her gallery for some great works as well as the chance to watch her grow.
Recommended by Zareidy


LadyMurosaki


to be a dharmakaya. a coloured mantelpiece of dreams  
               forgotten          and broke
n.
time is shed
                        (like the snake)
and my conscience is clear.
 
vultures pluck at fleshy strings and
the notes d r i f t.
                              o v e r  the valley.
clouds
of bone rise from dürtro.
red + history.red. a colour of desperation. of thirst. when
can we touch the purity of water? let it
pour  
   down
into our soft pink flesh, breathing
life into                  
         
                                   us.
red. the tale of insanity. they all see it, haunting
 the pale walls around them.
fresh air choked by the colour of madness, they scream
                     for someone to save them.
loving frustration grips them in her arms – that is
when they
                                                       bleed.
red. a colour of change. voices are heard
gunshots echo into this void we call the earth. The
wh
the escape.she lies by glass and stars
chocolate and gin over the
fireplace. only half twelve.
(she is too far away)
 
endless pain and dry tears
waiting in haze of sweat and
ice. the room is small.
(a stuffy cube)
 
closes her eyes sometimes
flies over the moon and she
thinks. there is thought.
(her mind whirs)
 
 a trowel            she takes
 and
 digs
           herself out
             
                     from the dirt
(starting with her toes).

One of the first people I met here at dA wasLadyMurosaki, and we almost immediately just seemed to get along. Besides being a good friend and a wonderful person, she's an amazing writer. Not only do I find her poetry totally enjoyable to read, but I've found that it inspires my own creativity. She's only been a dA member for a couple months—not much longer than I have—and she most definitely deserves a wider audience for her work.
Recommended by somethingzenzen


News


  • Next article featuring recommended friends is scheduled or September 24th
  • Next article featuring suggesters is scheduled for September 30th




Skin by SimplySilent
Welcome to this weeks traditional troves,
Like always, I find artwork (in traditional/newest)
that may have slipped the net by bringing
them some attention, If you like what you see
then please, comment, fave or watch the featured
artists work, So until next time... SEE YA! :wave:

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Thursday Greets

Thu Sep 18, 2014, 12:22 PM



Monday Muses | Tuesday Treats | Wandering Wednesday | Friday Fun | Selfless Saturday | WishingWell Weekly

:spotlight-left:  Welcome to Thursday Greets!  :spotlight-right:


Thursday Greets is a weekly feature of a few of our newest members, in hopes to give them some exposure! Below you will find some of their artwork, their wish, and any interesting going ons that they may have.

Let's meet some of our newest members and spread the love. :heart:

:iconpromoteursiteorda: PromoteUrSiteOrDA



News

Promoting Groups/My Forum Part No. 4One more time promoting more groups and yet again my forum one more time just like the song. XD
My Forum: http://s13.zetaboards.com/promotingyoursites/index/
My Affiliates Part No. 4
http://fantasticfemales.deviantart.com/ - http://mangaanimeandmore.deviantart.com/
http://all-art-4-ever.deviantart.com/ - http://theexhibition.deviantart.com/
http://otakuuniversity.deviantart.com/ - http://allartandstuff.deviantart.com/
http://your-cosplay-love.deviantart.com/ - http://we-want-your-art.deviantart.com/
http://allstuffandstuff.deviantart.com/ - http://evrything-4-evryone.deviantart.com/
http://artchance.deviantart.com/ - http://otakuland.deviantart.com/
http://artisan-guild.deviantart.com/ - http://acceptallart.deviantart.com/
http://digital-art-draw.deviantart.com/ - http://veryspecialartists.deviantart.com/
http://allart-r-us.deviantart.com/ - http://dadvertise.deviantart.com/
http://daily-adoptables.deviantart.com/ - http://photos-of-the-season.deviantart.com/
http://21st-
Promoting Groups/My Forum Part No. 3Part 3. of these groups that I'm promoting and be sure to visit them or join and also my forum. Thanks. ^^
My Forum: http://s13.zetaboards.com/promotingyoursites/index/
My Affiliates Part No. 3
81. http://2nu-shippers.deviantart.com/
82. http://art-after.deviantart.com/
83. http://eternally-free.deviantart.com/
84. http://princess-kenny-fans.deviantart.com/
85. http://anime--manga--lovers.deviantart.com/  
86. http://timberwolveschat.deviantart.com/
87. http://wesupportappledash.deviantart.com/
88. http://marvel-cosplay.deviantart.com/
89. http://sonicocland.deviantart.com/
90. http://just-interests.deviantart.com/
91. http://we-are-lin-kuei.deviantart.com/
92. http://kof-beginnings.deviantart.com/
93. http://silvertiara-fc.deviantart.com/
94. http://rev-twins-fans.deviantart.com/
95. http://gimme-a-home.deviantart.com/
96. http://niji-fanclub.deviantart.com/
97. http://kanon-hyde-fc.deviantart.com/
98. http://all-vocaloid-fans.deviantart.com/
99. http://shrek-x-hina
Promoting Groups/My Forum Part No. 1 (EDIT)Hello everyone I'm re-editing this blog again adding (Part No. 1) of the groups and affiliates that I will promote and had before.
Here are some fine groups you people that lurk through my group and this blog which you should pay a visit to those groups and my forum. Thanks and I highly appreciated. :)
My Forum: http://s13.zetaboards.com/promotingyoursites/index/
:heart: My Affiliates Part No. 1 :hug:
1. http://dragonballoc.deviantart.com/
2. http://hero-city.deviantart.com/
3. http://natureholics.deviantart.com/
4. http://art-loaf.deviantart.com/
5. http://tokotas.deviantart.com/
6. http://eternityofdreams.deviantart.com/
7. http://emotionwriters.deviantart.com/
8. http://coykat-fans.deviantart.com/
9 http://tmntartforeveryone.deviantart.com/
10. http://adoptioncentral.deviantart.com/
11. http://art-forum.deviantart.com/
12. http://sonic-mlp-ppg-fans.deviantart.com/
13. http://leagueart.deviantart.com/
14. http://adopt-to-ya-drop.deviantart.com/
15. http://krazy-4-anime.



:iconlili-luu: lili-luu



Artwork
Cheep Cheep: Super Mario Collab by lili-luuDTA for candyt8 by lili-luuNew OC: Ash by lili-luu
Wish
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News
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:iconxxkawaiikitten: xxKawaiiKitten



Artwork
At for CritterPunk! by xxKawaiiKittenSketch Commission for Llttlecub. by xxKawaiiKittenEnjoying a sunny day. by xxKawaiiKitten
Wish
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News
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:iconelevenxixer: Elevenxixer



Artwork
megurine luka by ElevenxixerDOG? by Elevenxixer
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:icondirkstridercest: DirkStridercest



Artwork
Galaxy wolf adopt [OPEN] by DirkStridercestBunny doodle by DirkStridercestMoosey Lady by DirkStridercest
Wish
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:iconnomi1993: nomi1993



Artwork
Cat sith by nomi1993Sketche 05 by nomi1993Sketche 07 by nomi1993
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:iconradioactivescorpion: RadioactiveScorpion



Artwork
My baby is sleeping (read description) by RadioactiveScorpioncloud 3 by RadioactiveScorpionRambo beign sexy! by RadioactiveScorpion
Wish
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:iconjust-a-dabbler: Just-A-Dabbler



Artwork
The Black Siren  Captain Tobias Scabbard was one of the most notorious pirates that sailed the seven seas. Not much is know about the infamous Captain, but one thing rings true throughout every bedtime story across the world; The Black Siren. The Black Siren is the massive ship that is Captained by Tobias  Scabbard, according to legend, The Black Siren is much like the water nymph that is carved into the bow of the ship in that it lures both sailors and their ships to their death. It’s said that The Black Siren was hand carved by the water nymphs that lived a midst the rocky coves not far from the Bermuda Triangle. At least, that is what has been said, if that were true, however, then how would the terrible stories of The Black Siren, her malicious crew and her even more terrifying Captain make its way to the people of the land? Heart StringsI’ve known her my entire life.
I’ve loved her for the better half or it,
She does not know that I’m alive.
I’ve comforted her in her moments of heartbreak,
joined her in her moments of happiness.
She does not know that I am alive.
To her, I shall always be a means to an end.
I give her the freedom to express her most heartfelt of emotions.
Were it not for this curse,
I could hold her close,
and show my love for her.
Alas, I am cursed to this wretched form.
Forced to love her from afar,
to watch her heart be broken time and time again.
The only comfort I can offer,
is that of my strings.
I will love her forever,
as her beloved guitar.
I long for the day my curse breaks.
So I can prove to her,
that I am all she’s ever needed.
All GoneToday was a wonderful day!
It seemed like everything was going wonderfully,
I passed my midterms, three A’s and two B’s,
my boyfriend and I have been together for three years today,
he surprised me with a homemade lunch and day lilies.
I’m on my way home now,
thinking about what I could cook for dinner.
Maybe chicken or how about some beef.
Nah, I like chicken too much.
I walk through the door,
go straight to the pantry,
I’m in need of a snack.
I grab the box of chocolate covered wafers.
They’re gone.
Now, these weren’t just any old chocolate covered wafers.
These wafers were the last of their kind,
the company had gone bankrupt.
These were one of the last boxes ever produced.
And they were gone...forever.

Wish
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News
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:iconimaginingjays: ImaginingJays



Artwork
revolution by ImaginingJaysPretty As A Picture by ImaginingJaysDo You See A Lion When You Look Inside Of Me by ImaginingJays
Wish
ImaginingJays wishes for people to commission xRubyCayx.
News
ImaginingJays is offering commissions.


:iconchyrablisterus: Chyrablisterus



Artwork
Zen Doodle by ChyrablisterusPose Practice with Abelle by ChyrablisterusOatmeal:  The New Ambrosia by Chyrablisterus
Wish
Chyrablisterus wishes for points to pay for commissions from the wonderful artists on dA.
News
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:iconprofessor-theodosius: professor-theodosius



Artwork
The Gentleman's Indesructible Duelling Rayguns by professor-theodosiusSteampunk lamp by professor-theodosiusSteampunk lamp (detail) by professor-theodosius
Wish
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:iconhintial: Hintial



Artwork
Flower by HintialDanger by HintialSunshine by Hintial
Wish
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Welcome all!

:iconarichy:


Critique 4 Critique - Time to comment!

Journal Entry: Wed Sep 17, 2014, 7:17 PM


C O N T A C T  U S O U R  G A L L E R I E S O U R  B L O G S

Hello everyone,

In the past two weeks you sent us the pictures you wanted to be critiqued from your galleries. Now it's time for you to critique each others' photos! Here are all the photos we received. If you asked us to feature your photos here, please try to at least critique a few of your fellow members' photos. The project is called Critique 4 Critique after all ;) (Wink)

Bullet; Pink Do not forget to leave a comment here, with the links of the photos you've critiqued. That's the only way you'll get featured in two weeks.

Star! We encourage all members of the group to critique these photos, and also to state in your comment that you're critiquing on behalf of young-photo-club Star!

Be Green :) by jmclaren Bull Terrier x Ridgeback by jmclaren Bike on earth by Ignacio92 Untitled by smileforlyf
among the yellow by mmwhaa Glass of Flames by jmclaren Moving On II by Ivy15 Illuminate by Ivy15 Reflection in Puddle by mmwhaa skin and bones by mmwhaa
describe yourself. by mmwhaa Like an Eagle by CRGPhotography The House of Hollow Bricks. by I-am-more-than-words Uncertainty. by I-am-more-than-words
 Kiss by Ivy15 Blowing Bubbles by smileforlyf Endless by Ivy15 Cyber Cube by EJoyB
The bubble-man  1 by karadi83 Before PARK by runningrame Its a bugs world by EJoyB After the Storm by Videnia
Broken Paper Doll V. by runningrame Feels like freedom by EJoyB Eyes by Videnia Black and White by Videnia Last Night of Summer by Videnia Gondola cruise in Venice by mydarkeyes
New Wish by Daemare Exoskeleton by Daemare Flower Power by Daemare Polish countryside. by prettyfaceyay

Thank you! You have until the end of the month to send us links to the photos you've critiqued!