a spiritual agnosticismthe search for truth in the universe,a spiritual agnosticism3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
is not a denial, but an affirmation -
that there is a mysterious 'godliness'
in the way the cosmos proceeds in
its endless evolution:
- 'bending toward justice'.
- spiritual, not religious, pervading
every atom, therefore pervading us.
- common to everything.
- connecting everyone.
- a patient faint consciousness,
in touch with all sentient awareness.
- no 'one' answer; each of us connects
in our own way... or fails to.
not having a need to believe in 'a' God,
leaves one open to have common faith
with everyone, to think of all others
as brothers and sisters.
we are all 'of' the universe.
if, there comes a time when one feels
a connection to a special religion
or concept of a God, then one may,
without dogmatically condemning others,
'decide' to accept that as one's own form
it must be done voluntarily... and
with true humility, in that one keeps
in mind that faith is a personal choice,
that there is absolutely no honest way
one can 'kno
quest for the almighty dollardrug company ad:quest for the almighty dollar2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
take these little pills; you'll feel
better, stronger, sexier... whatever.
if they don't destroy your kidneys,
drive you flat out of your mind,
or just outright happen to kill you.
llp - aug2012 - dA
AddictionYour eyes are as blue as the ocean framed by a red darker than bloodAddiction6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Your pupils are as dark and wide as the hole in your chest that once held your heart
The once smooth and perfect olive tan of your complexion is tainted
The strong arms that once upon a time wound around me, held me tight
Are now a distorted depiction of stars and stripes
[a rainbow of only green, yellow, red and purple now inhibits your skin]
Your mind and body fight for what they want and what they cannot resist
The small person in your head named; Consciencia yells for you to fight it
But your body can no longer function without it
You cannot win
A Letter to MeDear Me,A Letter to Me4 years ago in Letters More Like This
I know sometimes the days seem long and the nights even longer. I know there are times you would hide from the world. You feel the weight on your shoulders, and see the accusing glares.
I'm here to tell you that it does get better. The sun does shine through the worst of our depression. It's there when you're ready to reach out and grab onto the ribbon of laughter.
Don't worry about those flashbacks, honey. There was a time when you had to deal with it alone, but that isn't the case anymore. No matter where it takes you, when you come back, you'll always have a strong person who loves you for who you are...imperfections and all. He doesn't care that you check out for chunks of time and can't always explain or even know it happened. He loves you and will watch over you while you're gone.
Don't fret about the past. Don't fret about the future. You can keep on living. Everything is going to be okay now. Not everyone may understand, and hell, some may look down on you for it, but
God's Love Letter to YouThe words you are about to experience are true...God's Love Letter to You7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
They will change your life if you let them,
for they come from the very heart of God
He loves you,
and He is the Father you have been looking for all your life
This is His love letter to you:
You may not know Me, but I know everything about you Psalm 139:1
I know when you sit down and when you rise up Psalm 139:2
I am familiar with all your ways Psalm 139:3
Even the very hairs on your head are numbered Matthew 10:30
For you were made in My image Genesis 1:27
In me, you live and move and have your being Acts 17:27-28
For you are my offspring Acts 17:28
I knew you even before you were conceived Jeremiah 1:4-5
I chose you, when I planned creation Ephesians 1:11-12
You were not a mistake,
for all your days are written in my book Psalm 139:15-16
I determined the exact time of your birth,
and where you would live Acts 17:26
You are fearfully and wonderfully made Psalm 139:14
I knit you together in you mother's wom
100 Tips On How To Live Life01) Don't lick spark plugs100 Tips On How To Live Life2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
02) Don't urinate on people
03) Love with all of your heart
04) Don't give a fuck what other people think about you
05) Eat fatty foods; they taste good. If someone calls you fat, pull out a chocolate bar and say "sure as hell I am"
06) Don't pee uphill if you have holes in your shoes
07) Take your shoes off somewhere random just to feel what's around. Make sure there's no glass
08) Sing as loudly in the shower as you can; you sound better in there no matter who you are
09) Bring back Socks and Sandals
10) Fall asleep at your computer
11) Put your headphones on and sing along on a crowded street
12) See how long you can hold your breath underwater; don't drown
13) Don't taste the shampoo to see if it tastes as good as it smells; it doesn't
14) Chew with your mouth closed
15¬) Start a food fight, but not when the school principle/ vice principle/ school grounds keeper is around
16) Jump in a lake with your shoes and socks on
17) Stand in the rain in just your
Veterinary AssistantCan I Trade This Job for Whats Behind Door Number Two?Veterinary Assistant7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Why didnt I go to beauty school? I could be washing, curling, and styling debutantes hair, but instead Im walking, treating, and restraining their dogs. As a veterinary assistant, I live grueling existence: I am constantly exhausted; I am over worked and under paid; I can give life or take it away.
As an already weary woman donned in her usual uniform of clean, solid color scrubs, I enter into another fast-paced day of work as Dr. Mortons lead assistant. Imploring barks and brays from the variety of dogs kept in the kennel at the back of the clinic immediately assault my ears. I have learned to tune them out, for the most part at least. If one listened to every bark, every whimper, every hiss, every meow, one would lose their mind within the first week of work. The well-versed veterinary assistant knows what each of the sounds uttered from each animal mean. A certain growl could mean hunger or p
My ConfessionI never really thought about my lack of sexual interest before society confronted me with it.My Confession1 month ago in Emotional More Like This
It took me quite a while to notice guys as anything more than "other people", and when I did, it was more a group pressure thing than real interest.
I even had a boyfriend then, but not because I particularly liked the guy. Having a boyfriend in your teens is a status symbol. Have one, you're cool, have none, you're not.
Of course, back then things weren't that clear to me. I went with the flow.
For a very long time, I wondered what is wrong with me that I don't enjoy sex, that It makes me feel awkward and that I have no desire to go out and date. Society made me believe it is wrong to be like that. I was ashamed of myself, of my flaws and my obvious failure of being a full-fledged human being.
You define yourself through others. You try to figure out who you are, and you look at others for guidance, for something you can identify with. But you only limit yourself with that, and not finding si
Dear UnknownDear UnknownDear Unknown2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I made my Mother cry. She wouldn't stop rolling her eyes. She told me I have to decide if I want to be happy, that it comes from within.
My Dad is acting like nothing happened and I'm glad because I'm going to pretend nothing happened either because I don't like when I do something wrong and disrupt the "peace" we have in our family. I like things to stay the same.
I'll be fine.
Ah Ah Ah Mic TestIt's 8:34. I wake up covered in covered morning light. I don't know where I amAh Ah Ah Mic Test5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
but I feel that this should feel very familiar to me, there are bottles strewn
all about and the bed is unmade, I am sleeping on a pile of clothes on a pile
of mattress. The shutters are down, I can't see outside and I think, "this is
all very symbolic".
I think of drifting back to sleep but don't tell myself any stories.
I don't get up until 10:11. This is appropriate. The cradle's too warm, the
world's too cold, I am bored with myself and there is nothing for me here. I
wonder why I stay. The chill doesn't strike me much, even in December this
place never freezes. I walk to the bathroom, my parents' room's door is
closed. My mother works, she is not home, my father does nothing, he is always
at home. The obligatory bathroom is next door. I don't turn on the lights, the
fractured relay of mosaic glass is comforting, mesmerizing. I look in the
mirror and see dreams filter through in recollection of myself an
AntichristAntichrist5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Günümüzde cins cins sanat akımlarının ve de sanat kirliliğinin orta yerinde, içinde bulunduğumuz post modern çağda (kimilerine göre de hiperrealistik), sanatın ve sanat eserinin ne olduğu büyük bir tartışma konusu. Öyle ki sinemanın sanat olup olmadığı bile tartışılır oldu. Ancak yine de hala hemen hemen her tür sanat çevresinde kabul görmekte olan görüşe göre, bir sanat eserini sanat eseri yapan özelliklerin başında tartışma yaratması (münakaşa değil) ve ilham verici olması geliyor. Ben de bu görüşe katılıyorum. Bu yönüyle ele aldığımızda, çağımızın en önemli yönetmenlerinden Lars Von Trier'in Andrey Tarkovsky'ye adadığı ve bir korku gerilim
Insanoglunun Et ile ImtihaniInsanoglunun Et ile Imtihani3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
POPULER KÜLT YAZILARI DOSYA NO:1
ZOMBİLER, YAMYAMLAR,AÇLIK, ET, MEDENİ(Y)ET
İnsanoğlunun ET ile İmtihanı
Korku, uygarlığa ve zamana ayak uydurur. İlkçağlarda mağaranın dışında uluyan kurtlardan, kaplanlardan korkan insanoğlu; ortaçağda ruhunu şeytana satmış cadılardan, geceleri kasabaların tenha sokaklarında gezen başsız süvarilerden korkuyordu. Kutsal kitaplarda anlatılan çeşit çeşit iblisten korunmak için umacılara iksirler yaptırıyordu. Gecenin içinden mıhlı pencerelere doğru esen rüzgar, çocukları uykusuz bırakmak için yeterliydi. Oysa 21. yüzyılda hayaletler televizyonlardan çıkıyor, vampirler yarasaya dönüşmek yerine lüks otomobillerle seyahat ediyor ve geceleri tenha sokaklarda sadece yan kes
OrdinaryMost people fall in love with the extra-ordinary.Ordinary5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You are not most people; never for a moment try to believe you are. You stand out from the crowd, with your quiet ways and subtle humor, and, in the beginning, that's horrifying. But soon enough, you will learn to lift your eyes and set your jaw; you will learn the word no when it comes to fools; you will live emblazoned over the world like a fiery rainbow.
You will learn many, many things in the coming years.
You will learn to smile with all the vibrancy you have tucked away inside of you, and you will learn to be that other kind of beautiful. The kind that dreamers and thinkers are. You will grow your hair out - yes, down to your waist like you always dreamed - and it will tickle your elbows when you laugh. You will define your own fashion sense - not what's popular, but something entirely unknown and entirely you. And it will be more than ordinary.
You will learn to laugh and cry and love and talk. You w
my howls are silentI, too, see the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness. We are decomposing too early, our souls dying before our bodies can catch up. We are silently ravenous, a quiet craze in our hearts, not quite the same as your generation, Ginsberg. We do not shriek "Holy! Holy! Holy!" as we burn. We drown soundlessly.my howls are silent2 years ago in Letters More Like This
The overeducated, proud products of postmodernism dissolve in a lukewarm soup of ennui, bored balloons filled with hubris rather than helium. Fragile dolls with flaking bones and hair and skin like flowers wilting, weighed down by indomitable wills and insecurities... these plastic girls starve to death and diabetes in the car beside me, fantasizing about food in the passenger seat. Former nymphets gouge symbols into themselves, the bleeding crags physical outlets for the demonic depression, for the memories of beloved older brothers molesting them in the living room, while her mother sits at a hospital bedside beside a fading father.
I see the most remarkable minds crippl
zero.5. I think I'm afraid of sex.zero.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's terrifying that two people can fit together perfectly, without even really liking each other at all.
4. I'm afraid of the day I start replacing myself with somebody else in all of our pictures; of the day I'll see my reflection and wish I didn't have to.
3. I'm afraid of doctors, and medicine.
The first time I took lithium, I couldn't hold it down. So I locked the bathroom door and flushed the entire bottle.
The second time, I couldn't walk more than ten steps without falling.
Honestly, I'm just wondering why they use poison to purify me.
2. I'm afraid of the ocean.
I'm afraid of looking down one day, and not seeing the edges. Of there being nothing there.
I'm afraid of falling and having nothing to catch me.
There's already nobody. The ground is really all I have.
1. I'm afraid of breaking things.
Like, once, I broke my dad's trust in me.
Once I broke somebody's heart.
Once I broke my kindergarten teacher's favorite
435 Writing Prompts!1. Violinist. (Or violin)435 Writing Prompts!2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
3. Paper aeroplane.
4. Dandelion seed.
6. She sings.
7. Dragonfly toes.
8. A stolen ring.
9. Broken wristwatch.
10. Missing tooth.
12. Fairytale gone wrong.
19. Lucky rabbit's paw.
24. 1000 paper cranes.
27. Puppet show.
28. Triskaidekaphobia. (Fear of the number thirteen.)
30. Letters to the moon.
32. Ballet shoes.
35. Breathless. (Or, breathlessly.)
36. Tachycardia. (An unusually fast heartbeat.)
37. Bradycardia. (A very slow heartbeat.)
40. Strobe light.
42. Fake quirks.
43. Contact lenses.
44. Siren. (Either the mythological creature, or the object.)
46. Comet in a bottle.
50. Tarot card.
dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up.
It's time to take a moment to be a bit more petty.
In the inner workings of our politics exists the soul of deviantART. What is this place? What was it meant to do? What does it do? What could we do better? And it's the politics that give insight into how well the greater plan is running.
There's $core staff who are employees or contractors and work 8+
writingmusicIf you know me, you know that I dislike writing about writing. I like to write about things other than paper and pen and lighted pixels and plastic keys with symbol markings on them. I want to write words in flowing rivers and blowing clouds, storms of fire and water sweeping across lands with no fences no borders no lines no rules and great clouds of feeling flowing across the worlds and sparkling choirs of stars forever forever foreverwritingmusic4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Dear Will Smith,Dear Will Smith,7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hi. How are you? Doing well, I hope.
First off, I'm going to level with you. The Willenium hasn't been all that great for me so far. Sure, I've gotten jiggy with it a now & again. I've gone down to Miami a number of times for a variety of reasons...some of which I'm sure you and your wholesome family image wouldn't approve of. Hell, (pardon my French) I've even made it out to that wild, wild west you were so crazy about for a little while but, I'll be honest with you, Big Willie - the past 8 years, overall, haven't been that dope or even ill. I suppose I'll give it at least another two years before I make up mind completely though. I'm hoping in 2010 the Willenium rises again. Now that would be an odyssey.
I'm glad we can talk like this, Will. I just hope I didn't upset you at all. I mean, I know you're a hell of a nice guy but I wouldn't want to get on your bad side. I've seen the damage you've done to all sorts of evil-doers, from vampires to aliens to robots to talking dogs (
dus-musYolun ortasında durdu. Ellerini göğsüne doğru bastırıp aniden gökyüzüne kaldırdı bakışlarını.dus-mus5 years ago in Letters More Like This
- Görüyor musun martılar da benim gibi ne gidebiliyor ne kalabiliyor. Olduğu yerde dönüp duruyorlar.
Üsküdar'ın dar ve sallantılı sokağından aşağıya doğru yürürken anımsadın bu sahneyi. Birden ellerimi bilinçsizce göğsüme bastırmış buldum. Gideli çok zaman olmuştu ve ardında kalan birçok sahne olduğu gibi bana yapışıp kalmıştı. Ne gidebiliyor ne kalabiliyordum, hayatın hiç istemediğim bir zamanına bekçilik ediyordum.
Tam 13 yıldır aynı evin camından karşımda duran sarı binanın gövdesindeki çizgileri sayıyorum. Ve her aklıma geldiğinde
Sweet Tea in the SouthIn the summer I'll hear them chatter and babble and chuckle and cluck like two frivolous chickens in pink polka dot dresses. I'll be peering down aisle nine and see neat rows of tea and crunchy, sugary biscuits they can shove into their mouths, indulge in their spoken virtues as little crumbs sprinkle onto their laps. They're heaving tomatoes drenching under summer sun, the crows feet under their baby blue eyes lapping up experience in the years they've lived down here, where sweet tea is a delicacy swimming around fat ice cubes. They'll haul their modern wagonwheel through the maze of eye twinkling treats, chirping for their tomato faced young while waddling away.Sweet Tea in the South3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'll see them breezing past me in a feeding frenzy, two, three, four little chicks hustling over to their rather plump parents. They'll lug their crusted heels down the path, pecking for some chocolate chip cookies or those spicy pork skins with really mind boggling logo designs.
Dear Kira,Dear Kira,Dear Kira,6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I feel it's necessary to say 'dear [insert name]' at the beginning of every letter, because that's how we were taught to write letters, but some people just say the person's name without 'dear' and it makes them sound upset. I personally would like to say 'oh sweet' or 'oh so lovely' in place of 'dear' sometimes.
Oh sweet Kira,
Sometimes I imagine being a famous actor, author, or musician's son. How cool would that be? But the more I think about it, the more I realize it probably wouldn't be as exhilarating as it seems if I actually were. Their kids probably don't see them as superstars. And that thought reminds me that the family I have are superstars, even if it's only in my galaxy.
Oh so lovely Kira,
A Rose by Any Other NameA Rose by Any Other Name5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissociative expressions. The never-ending hostile questions and the silent blame and accusations lying unspoken on dry lips.
You did this. Youre not sick. Youre just a twisted, manipulative lunatic.
Under medication and the slow Novocain drip of sedation, I wish for another disease. I want a tumor in my head something t