Nude Art PetitionIt seems that DA suffers from an over-representation of female nude photography compared to other types of Nude Arts, and that male nude, especially, lacks the representation it deserves.
This petition proposes :
_To enlarge the nude photography category to a NUDE ART category.
_To split this nude art category into a FEMALE NUDE ART and a MALE NUDE ART categories, which would both have their own gallery director.
This would ensure a better representation of male nude and other sorts than photographic nudes in the Daily Deviations and on DA.
Being YouMy day had been horrible. I woke up late, grabbed dirty clothes by accident, didn't get time to shower, and forget all my school books. School was a mess, no one left me alone, lunch was terrible food, and to add to it all, it was pouring rain and the buses were late. By the time I get on the bus and turn on my cell phone, I have three calls from my parents wondering why I'm late. They sound angry, too. The bus drops me off a stop early, telling me they have to catch up so they're skipping my stop. I run for the house.Being You9 years ago in General More Like This
I slam the door closed, dripping all over everything, and stumble into my room, brushing off my family. I drop onto the bed and bury my head in a pillow, wrapping my arms around it and sighing softly.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
His voice startled me, and I nearly fell out of the bed. Looking up, he was grinning softly from my chair, slumped in it with one arm over the back.
"Today was a bad day. What are you smiling about?"
"I like to see you. Can't I smile over you?"
How to write an exciting blog1How to write an exciting blog19 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How to write an exciting blog in 10 easy steps!
1: Live an exciting life and write about that. If you don't have a great life, make up stuff you COULD have done during the day.
2: Update atleast once per day. You don't get those all important pageviews if people don't come back every day.
3: Provoke your readers. Politics is a great way to do that. If you live in the US; write about why you support Bin Laden. If you live anywhere else; write about why you support Bush. If that fails you can pretend to have homophobia, hate _all_ animals, be a racist or become a nazi.
4: Tell about your sexlife. If you don't have one, make one up. The more sexpartners, the better.
5: Write horrible things about your friends, family and coworkers. Don't leave anything out!
6: Take and post a lot of pictures, often. Clothes are no good, try to aviod those. If you don't own a camera you should steal other peoples pictures. You should atleast get a webcam to show off yourself, and your cat/dog/whatev
This is goodbye my friendEvery time I smile your way,This is goodbye my friend5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have to ask myself if you'll smile back.
Will you remember me,
or am I last weeks news.
I waved your way,
but you just walked away,
left me standing there,
in the warm summer rain.
The rain dried my tears that day,
never to wash away.
This is Goodbye.
Goodbye my old friend
oh the little thingsItd be nice if he'd let me breathe. Just inhale a little air to keep my teeth company- maybe even exhale again when they grow tired of one another. You really dont notice how wonderful it is to breathe until youre lying stomach down with empty lungs and the creepy man from the corner store sitting on your back.oh the little things5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But what can I say? Not- please get off of my back, I can feel my spine against my stomach and I dont like it. Because I really can feel my spine against my stomach and am breathless to say such. My cheek makes like feet against the wooden floorboards. This man has a whole forest of trees in here! All lying flat, cramped and without breath or life. I can sympathise. We cling to each other and both ache to breathe again.
I cant for the life of me remember his name. It was there bold and black on his shirt pocket every four pm. He was always the one with the far-off eyes and the rotting algae teeth. Hes a nutcase S
7 things I hate about youI hate that your the one I need when I cry,7 things I hate about you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even though its because of you I can not lie.
I hate it when you don't talk,
when I need you the most.
I hate how you call me clingy,
all I want is to be loved.
I hate how something as simple as "I'm sorry, I love you" would make it all better,
But you never say it.
I hate how you'd rather talk to anyone else but me.
I hate how I would do everything in my powers to make you feel better,
You say "BRB" you don't even go anywhere.
I hate the way my heart flutters when I see you online,
You don't even notice I'm there.
Sweetdreams.Hot chocolate and counting sheep,Sweetdreams.7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
a few things that will help you sleep.
a kiss goodnight,
hmm not quite?
a warm caring Hug,
to keep you snug as a bug.
Its time to close your eyes,
to say your goodbyes.
you don't miss me.i am sick of smiles.you don't miss me.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they are always fake.
i feel like i should give up,
like i'm hollow on the inside,
and i don't want to sleep
walk the streets
like the ghost
i really am.
i hope you find your calling someday,
because i fear i will fade away
before i will see the day
i hope i can find my voice again,
because i think about it too much, now,
and it makes me want to cry.
(this is all my fault, you shouldn't know these things.)
a precious lie i've known wasn't true
for a long time.
i am lost and alone for eternity, a constant mix
of relief and loneliness
without a person
i never really knew.
A personal battleYour tears fall free today,A personal battle6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
they show a side which you hide.
The purple has begun to fade,
the swelling has gone down.
"He didn't mean to do it" I hear you say,
"It was the drink, or the drugs he took that day."
You paid the price for that night out,
it hurt like mad too scared to shout.
He saved your life,
not once or twice,
rescued you when the world turned its back.
If not for him you'd be dead,
or another homeless bum camping out in the train shed.
But your not the person you once were!
You're grown with a mind of your own,
not having to take the fist of stone.
You can be free, happy,
not sad and angry.
You have such a kind heart to give the world,
what you think is love,
is control and spite.
Love comes from the heart deep inside,
not a bruise or cut you have to hide.
Should I kiss their arseShould I kiss their arse,Should I kiss their arse5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
would that make me popular?
Should I kiss their arse,
is that what I should do?
Should I kiss their arse,
is that what would make me cool?
Should I kiss their arse,
NO that would make me just like YOU!
Have You Seen God?I've seen God.Have You Seen God?4 years ago in Open More Like This
I saw him in the smile my cousin's little boy gave me yesterday.
How could such a beautiful creation be random,
Or have no purpose?
I saw him in the old lady who gave a homeless man a pound,
Even though she had to dig right to the bottom of her bag for her purse.
She had arthritis.
I saw him in my beautiful, brave auntie who gave her life to good.
She deserves her just reward for loving, no complaints, even though
She died from her illness.
I saw him in the children of Agape, so radiant and inspirational.
Through all the poverty life has thrown at them one after the other,
They never gave up hope.
I saw him in the stars, but I saw him in the wasps,
I glimpsed him in the waves, but they drowned a man soon after.
I glanced him in the elements, but one of them is fire.
I thought I saw God,
But maybe I've seen nothing yet.
How Not To Be a N00BHow Not To Be a N00B7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
We've all seen them. N00bs. The lowest of the low on the internet, despised and bashed from all sides by older "elitist" forumers and chatters.
Although I don't condone this kind of treatment of the newbies on the internet, I do realize that there's little I can do to help that on the veterans' end. I can, however, do my best to educate newbies in how to at least make themselves look intellectual.
All right, down to business:
1) Don't post in all caps. Phrases and sentences written in all capital letters is the internet equivalent of shouting at someone. Whole posts written in nothing but caps looks idiotic at best, regardless of your mood when posting. Its also harder to read. If you need to post a rant, please don't do it with CAPSLOCK on.
2) You don't need 45 exclamation points or 30 question marks to get your point across. The more marks you put at the end of a sentence, the greater the emotion of the statement, but ending any sentence with a conga line of !s and ?s is extrem
AloneYou comfort me with empty words,Alone8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And say that you will never leave.
You kiss me with those poison lips,
And easily I am deceived.
I think this is forever more,
And yet you're gone without a word.
My cheek still warm from your last kiss,
Yet nothing said and nothing heard.
Now in the dark I reach for you,
Aware and knowing you're not there.
I scream like mad and cry to sleep,
I can't believe you didn't care.
So now I long for empty words,
And for those poisoned lips I yearn.
I'm lost in memories of us,
Swallowed in the shadows that burn.
This Is A Poem About...Shes spinning in circles and her fingerprints are leavingThis Is A Poem About...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
little bits of her story behind. Theyre smudged and erratic - sporadic yet
exactly where she intends them to be, and shes hoping that someone
will make something beautiful out of all the imprints.
Shes changing the world one word at a time, with strings of
vowels and consonants because
every now and then someone stops to listen.
Maybe shes not extraordinary, and maybe shell never trace her fingertips
over the contours of his heart but
for now, shes swinging under the autumn sun. Shes
breathing against hurricanes and theres a sparkle in her eyes.
And even though its raining and shes drenched
right down to her bones, shes dancing in spirals and
leaving pretty patterns in the puddles.
This is not about him. This is a poem about everything that isnt
him, because shes been leaking her soul away in words
and shes not sure how much of it she has l
An Ode to StarcraftAn Ode to Starcraft10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With much curiousity
And prompting from friends
I went to yonder Wal-Mart
And money did I spend
Upon a box set
That cost me 20 cash
Upon the front of it
It read "Starcraft"
And so with heart light
And pockets even lighter
I pulled out the CD
And became a fighter
A dark and sinister world
Lay before my eyes
Destruction was at my feet
And it came at a reasonable price!
Clicking here and there
Learning how to play
Killing Zergs, winning battles
Death every which way
I find myself in ecstasy
Their lives in my hands
I control the destiny
Of scores and scores of men
And while I play this game
Huge grin on my face
I recieve a little message
On my little AIM
"Multiplay?" I say to myself
"How odd and intriguing"
And so I sign on
And the odds start leaning
A boy I had once called
A close and dear friend
Launches his armies
And pushes me to my end
As far as the eye can see
And when it's all over
I hang my head in shame
But I instantly felt better
What I AmA story of an entire life.What I Am5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I Am Child, I Am Man. written in a hand that can.
I Am Love, I Am Hate. spoken words on writtens cave
I Am Fearless, I Am Fear. the light of life casts a shadow.
I Am Many, I Am None. on my first birthday I was One.
I Am Telling, I Am Known.
i am selling the peoples clone.
I Am Teachers, I Am Legion = one in six makes six one, divide to mulitply and change the sum.
I Am Student
I Am Hear: "r, a". eHm! AI|
|Written in BLOOD deep beneath the skin tells me I believe in sin.
I Am Lost.
3 sides to every story3 sides to every story9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
His Side Their side And the truth
2002 I came to this website through, a friend of mine. www.iceboyx.deviantart.com.
He was a troubled person, struggling with too many issues, and for my ongoing respect for him, I refuse to disclose them. I knew him since he was younger, and the boy was always odd. So for me to be interested in something like this, I found it to be foreign. Nonetheless, I came, I saw, and I enjoyed. I enjoyed this place, even though to others, I was Young and didn't see the taints behind it. Point is, I enjoyed it. It was the first time I saw anime, the first time that I had laid eyes on the art, that others had created. I Have seen through the minds of baby geniuses, as they write their lives in graphite. I was enthralled and I knew I wanted to be a part of it. I joined sometime in 2003, at first like any other hoping just to be popular. I wanted people to see what I could do, to get some sort of feedback. That's all that I wanted then. But then I found, that it wasn'
Melting Rusty Steel HeartsMaybe time will heal,Melting Rusty Steel Hearts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe it won't,
Just make things worse,
Like rusting steel
It'll lose its beauty,
Just become a piece of junk,
Something unwanted by all
But maybe. maybe
One will come
One who will find it
Polish it, care for it
Make it better than new,
Turn it into a treasure,
Only that person's treasure
Hearts thrown away,
forgetting what its like
To beat with life,
To love, to care
Hearts getting rusty,
Rusty Steel hearts
Will you melt it,
Smelt it down
down to its purest form,
A form of love, of care
Remake the heart,
It'll become unrecognizable
By the one who threw it away
melt it down,
Into a beautiful crown
for you to wear,
Make it the crown jewel,
The pride of your life
Love it, cherish it...
but first you got to
Melt it, smelt it
Shape it into something good
Something that won't hurt the stuff around,
Shape it into something good
Melt it, melt it
To do this you just gotta love it
Listen Please to What I SayIf I had two words to say to you,Listen Please to What I Say5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
those two words are not "I do".
If I had any words to say to you,
I do not think they're "I love you"
If I gave two words to you, from me,
I think those words would mean "sorry".
For I am sorry for all the things I've done;
The pain, I've spread to everyone.
The angry words escaped my lips;
Now, from my arm, blood falls in drips.
With hatred, at me, you charge but fall;
When fighting me, you give your all.
But you will not be able to hurt me;
because you are one of the few who see,
that I very truely am, sorry.