Say My NameDrop my heart and say my nameSay My Name6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And tell me how its not a game.
Break my heart and turn away
Because theres nothing left to say.
Turn around and look at me
Tell me this is how itll be.
Turn around and walk away
Because the world fades to gray.
Run to me and tell me all
About how youll return my calls.
Run to me then journey on
Knowing Ill be here when youre gone.
Tell me all about how you feel
And that its something very real.
Tell me all about how you dream
When nothing is what it seems.
Turn around and say my name
And tell me how things stay the same.
Turn around and break away
Because its just another day.
Tell me to look at the sky
And tell me not to question why
The decisions that I want to make
In my dreams and when I wake.
Build me up and break me down
And watch me lie on the ground.
Tell me how wrong is right
When were together late at night.
Pick me up and watch me fly
In the sky until I die.
Pick me up and watch me smile
The Art CookThe Art Cook9 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Some believe art is only for the rich, and it's an expensive thing to have and practice.
It's true, art tools cause a bundle.
But we don't have to look at art as something extra in life, it's everywhere.
Art is like food to the audience.... and there are many kinds of food, the good, the healthy, the sweet, the sour, the bitter, the spicy, and the junk food.
And throwing an art piece together, it's like cooking a dish for your audience~
When I am cooking for my audience, I have to know the taste, some audience like it heavy, some like it light... I have to know who i am cooking for and put the right spice.
Some people think...
"Sex and violence and cuteness sells."
It's true... those are the candy or spice. I will call them... and I noticed a lot of the audience are kids who love candies.
But it doesn't mean they don't need healthy food to think about, and it doesn't mean there aren't audience who don't want good food to chew on.
We have to know their needs...not just the wants.
How to start doin commissionsHow to start doin commissions7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Edit: This tutorial covers aspects related only to your Deviantart gallery and Deviantart Journal. It has nothing to do with the Deviantart's newly implemented points commission system. You can take commissions without using that points system on Deviantart as long as you have paypal.
WHEN IS THE BEST TIME TO START
When you have enough watchers and people interested in your art.
When you have a closely-bounded community around your work/gallery
How many is enough I can't say for sure, because it depends on the community around you and your work. Some artists can live on one patron, others need to live on millions of them.
For DA, I would say typically around 20,000-40,000 pageviews, at least 40-50 watchers on your DA is best before you start considering taking commissions, (because out of that 40-50, you may have 1 person willing to pay, a safer bet is 100 people.) however, if your gallery has explosiv
SunshineI tried writing you a letter while I watched you sleep,Sunshine6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your head against the pillow, I pushed your hair back
And gave you a kiss before I pulled myself out of bed.
I picked up a pen and a notebook and tried to write something,
Something honest, something true, something real
Just a letter to you to tell you how I feel,
But words failed me.
I wondered what you were thinking about with your eyes closed,
If you were dreaming of me like I do of you
And if it made you happy to know that I care about you.
I tried writing you a letter to convey how I feel
And I stayed up watching you sleep before I finally went back to bed,
I slipped my arms around you and rested my head against the pillow
And I close my eyes to drift off to sleep.
I woke up before you did and I just watched you sleep a little longer,
And the rays of sunshine come through the window and fall across your face
There was a smile on your face like you had a secret to tell,
Asleep even with the sunshine across your body like it b
Morning SongIts 2am and Im still staring at the ceiling,Morning Song6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Its 2am and were still talking on the phone
About anything and everything and nothing really fazes me.
But I trust that things will change and
I trust that well be together because
Maybe, baby, this is how its meant to be.
We were both kinda broken when I first met you,
We were both kinda tired when I first saw you,
But things changed and we heal and we opened up our eyes.
Its 3am and Im still reading what you sent me
Its 3am and Im still wondering whats on your mind,
Because my heart is open and yours is still broken.
But I dream of someday where youll wake up and
See that this was somehow meant to be and
Youll agree and sweep me off my feet when you see me again.
Time changes everything and we were too difference,
Once upon a time but things change and suddenly
Im standing right in front of you and youre staring right at me.
Its 4am and Im
Several ways to get publishedQ: I am wondering. How do i go about getting one of my mangas published? i thought you might know the answer.Several ways to get published7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A: If you post it on DrunkDuck or Deviantart it's count as published, digitally, but it doesn't mean your publisher on digital world is obligated to pay you for it, if you publish on your own site, maybe you can earn ad money from it.
For book publishing, there are two major ways to go: go submit to a publisher, or be your own publisher. Publishing is both easy and hard, depending on the scale of publishing you want to go for.
-Nation/world wide book publishing is what most refer to as "being published" (It means being "commercially published")
There's Commercial publishing, and Self publishing, below I will talk to you about both worlds.
Just know each have their ups, and downs, either are perfect, choose what you like most for yourself.
Disclaimer: the publishing process and possibilities shared may not be the same world wide, it's more specific toward US an
The Curiosity ShopThe shopkeeper stands behind a wooden counter, elegantly carved and pockmarked with age. He is neither young nor old; there are small transformations in his features and expression, from moment to moment, that make it impossible to guess his age. These changes are so remarkable that, all by themselves, they prevent his face from being forgettable.The Curiosity Shop5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The ceiling of his shop is nearly invisible through a mass of dangling kites from Japan and China. Antique umbrella stands and rapiers in leather scabbards line the floor and walls. The rows of towering shelves are packed with joke rubber vomit and red-hot candies, baskets of delicate seashells and specimens in jars of formaldehyde.
A bell over the door jingles to announce new arrivals, and most days the shopkeeper sees a stream of interested customers. University students breeze through the stacks, humming along with the music coming through their earbuds and flicking their eyes around curiously. Occasionally they stop moving completely and
A Static LullabyI lay in a nest of blanketsA Static Lullaby6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I listen to a static lullaby;
Where all the words are the same
And all the notes blend together.
I close my eyes to hear the words,
Over and over and over again.
I wish I could fall asleep,
But all I see is you.
My eyes are closed and all is dark
But even in the black I see
Something bright, something real,
Something I want, something I don't have.
I wish I could just fall asleep
In my nest of blankets
With arms around me and
Your breath against my shoulder.
But I dream of smiles and happier times,
And the way we fit, hand in hand.
And as I drift off to sleep, sleep at last,
I turn towards you and just ask you this.
Could you just say something in the dark,
Could you just sing to me while I rest
So I know you're there, I know you care
So that I know you'll be there in the morning.
And I want to dream in colour
And feel the sun against my face
Even as I sleep, even as you hold me tight
I want to see it all, I want to be it all.
While I close my eyes and gi
About YouThe restless feeling within the confines of my bedAbout You5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Play tricks on me and the thoughts inside my head.
The feeling of being alone and being lonely
Makes the room feel vast and I cant look ahead.
I used to see the future clearly with arms open wide,
A girl who fought the tears and never cried,
But the future changes with every passing moment
And a girl once held her head up high with a sense of pride.
The restless feeling within these four walls
Makes the moments of being alone in the halls
Completely forgettable and memorable, all the same
But the four walls dont erase the feeling of being so small.
We can fall apart and come back together again
There are things still left unsaid, things to explain
And the love that keeps us together holds us true
Theres a spontaneity about you that I love and drives me insane.
The restless feeling within the confines of my heart,
Makes me feel small and listless when were apart
But theres a whisper of a smile, of realizati
Holding On FirefliesWashed in moonlight, I step outsideHolding On Fireflies6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I just breathe as I wonder
How to change things, how to fix things
Because I don't know how to be anyone
Other than the girl that I am.
I was learning how to live when you found me
And taught me how to catch fireflies
I held them in my hands
And held on tight
Because I was afraid to let go.
That was my lesson
To learn how to hold, then let go
Because the people who matter always return
And those who don't
Deserve to live without me.
But it is difficult to learn to breathe without you
It is difficult to close my eyes
And not feel your arms around me
And all I wish is to be holding my hands tight
Around that firefly I held with you.
Washed in moonlight, I step inside
And I just breathe as I wonder
How things changed, how things broke
How those who don't return
Don't deserve me
Even if I deserve them.
In this great big worldI'm a little less sure of today than I was yesterday,In this great big world6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a little less certain of what is right and what is wrong,
I'm a little less happy of what my life's become,
But I can't see that because I can't know that.
In this great big world,
What kind of pretend happiness can we have?
What kind of person can I be
If I turn a blind eye to what I know.
I'm a little more cautious of how I act,
And I'm a little more disappointed today, of all days,
But I'm a little more censored when I speak my mind,
But I can't see that because I won't admit that.
In this great big world,
I fall apart when I cannot breathe.
And in my heart of hearts,
I cannot breathe frequently.
I'm a little more sad when I wake up alone.
And I'm a little less hopeful when I fall asleep at night.
But I'm a little more realistic as I go through my day,
Because you have to be taught not to dream.
As I gasp for air, to catch my breath,
I cry for the insignificant and the misunderstood,
Because in this great big world,
No one lo
Understanding GraffitiUnderstanding Graffiti8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Understanding Graffiti: Learn To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb
An essay by Benjamin Alldridge
Choke train buffers like a head-locked Ed Koch
Nurture the craft of concrete visionaries
Cave painters screaming "Loosen the cuffs!"
Cave paintings get the natural history feather dust
Pick a lust.
Aesop Rock really says it best with those lyrics right there, and sums up the general mentality of society towards the Graffiti community as a whole. Throughout this article we'll investigate why that is, and even more importantly to the population at large, ways to try and make its existence as pleasant as possible. After all, art will always have some place in society, no matter what form it takes.
Before we go any further, let's actually set down some basis for what we mean when we use the term "Graffiti". For the majority of people who use the term, it will take the form of the general definition, as follows: ".. the illegal or unauthorized defacing of a b
How2-Ask artists you admireHow2-Ask artists you admire4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Have you ever tried to talk to an artists you admire on DA and s/he ignores you?
Well, there's a few tips on how to talk to them and get more comments back...
I don't say this will always work, because some artists are just too busy, or too shy to talk back, but it will work better than if you just bluntly ask a question.
There are nice artists who will answer your question, so make them feel a bit special for doing you a favor.
Here's my tip on how to talk to some big name artists...
===== MOST IMPORTANTLY!
1. Research first, check their blogs for FAQ if you have a question such as...
1. what pen/paper/program/medium did you use?
>>>(tools related, trust me, usually its on their FAQ)
2. Hi, you're good.... what do you recommend for a tablet?
>>>(Go to forums to ask that please, search forum for old threads on it, don't bother them with this.)
3. Hello, what brushes did you use, can you share it? Did you use Photoshop?
>>>(Don't ask so fast, search their gallery or u
And We're Coming UndoneWith my heart on my sleeve and were coming undoneAnd We're Coming Undone6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And Im opening my eyes and staring at the sun,
Trying to remember the kind of person I wanted to be
Before we started, before I broke, I just wanted to be me.
With my eyes closed tight, words on the tip of my tongue
And broken promises all around me while Im coming undone.
I dont want to be the kind of girl that I hate,
And I dont want to be the kind of person with nothing at stake.
With my heart on my sleeve and were coming apart
And were drowning on dry land and breaking our hearts,
We close our eyes and spin around and dont look down
Because well stop if we do and drop to the ground.
With the world falling apart and I take nothing to heart
Because theres something and I dont know where to start.
But something changed and people never stay the same
And I open my eyes and wonder if it was all just a game.
With my arms open wide and youre never here
And Im fee
aku gilagemuruh detak datang tiba-tibaaku gila5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
di hadapan layar besar terang
dalam gelap ruang
aku jadi gila
cukup satu temu saja
kau buatku jatuh
cukup satu temu juga
aku sadari diri ini tak cukup baik
mungkin kalau kita bertukar gender
langsung saja kau kutembak
tapi nanti jangan mati
nanti aku tambah gila
Heart on My SleeveSometimes I find it difficult to express how I feel in a letter.Heart on My Sleeve6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never know how someones going to take what I have to say,
If the sarcasm seems honest and the honesty seems too blunt.
Sometimes I find it difficult to know if you know what Im trying to say
Because sometimes I wear my heart on my sleeve and open myself up
Just to tell you when Im feeling down and when Im on top of the world.
Sometimes I find it difficult to wake up in the morning
After a night spent thinking too much about everything that I said to you
Because you close yourself off and I dont know whats going through your mind.
Sometimes I find it difficult to go to sleep at night
Because sometimes its hard to say good night when the conversations going
And were still talking about anything that comes to our minds.
Sometimes I find it difficult to focus in the moments that I should focus,
When my thoughts are preoccupied and Im still thinking too hard
Basic Assignments-mangaBasic Assignments-manga6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Manga characters are made of basic geometric shapes, the more you know how to put those together in your mind, the better you will be able to draw them.
A good practice to drawing better manga characters is with still life.
1. Draw an egg with all angle, under a single light source.
The egg shape represent the basic shape of the face, once you get the egg shape down and you are able to imagine it in your mind in all angle, you are one step closer being able to do manga face in all angles.
2. Then draw a cone or triangle like shape in all different angles. If you can't find those, get a mug, with handle, and draw it in all different angles, study that shape.
That will be your hint for the manga nose shape changes in all angles.
3. To draw a body in all angles.... find a box, and draw it all different direction. Then move on to drawing boxes in different proportion. Long ones (like the shoe boxes) or square ones, and flatter ones.
4. Study a single T-shirt without anything on it,
what to do- Art VS Parentswhat to do- Art VS Parents4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Art career VS Parents is actually a very very common issue in many different countries.
First of all, you are not alone in this struggle, many many people are on the same boat sharing the same problem, including your parents.
A lot of parents tend to think doing art makes you starve, and you will be poor all your life if you want to become an artist. They are dead set on "a certain career means more money therefore means more steady life"
Truth is... whatever that popular career is... it may become less popular later because of so many people going into the field, thus lowering the demand. The supply and demand principle applies to all fields, jobs market changes.
OK. To start with the conversation... Lets make sure we know what they think that an "art career" is~~~
Research and Communicate:
Usually they don't know ANYTHING about that career you want to go into, usually the best way to go about it is research how much "salary" you will get paid with doing a certain job
In Three ActsmanIn Three Acts5 years ago in Typographical More Like This
CattailsCattails By Dana StromeCattails6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Wake up, Valarie, I said, gently shaking my daughter. She mumbled something and rolled over, desperately trying to ignore me, Youve got to get ready for school.
Five more minutes, she groaned.
I pulled away the blankets and I shook my head, Youve already had ten. If you wake up now, Ill make scrambled eggs for breakfast.
Valaries eyes opened and she sat up, the seven year old suddenly full of energy.
Okay, Ill get up. She said as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, running out of the room and down the hall to the washroom. I grinned, bribery always worked.
I heated the pan and mixed the eggs while she washed, by the time the eggs finished cooking Valarie was already sitting at the table, waiting for her favorite breakfast.
Thanks mum, she said squeezing ketchup onto her plate in liberal amounts. She took a forkful of the red-tinted eggs and chewe