DEVIANT.ARTDeep passion for one another, community to the core.DEVIANT.ART4 years ago in 11 Things I Love about dA More Like This
Each to their own and we can interpret everything the way we wish to.
Varities- We are one. We are thousands. We are all different.
I am unbelievably thankful for dA- It was here for me when no one else was.
Anger, pain, hurt, love. Emotions all safe to share here.
Never be afraid to be you.
Talent beyond the everyday eyes.
<3I might sound ridiculous but this is a website I truly love. I love the admins and volunteers. I love everybody who helps to make this a beautiful place.
Art is subjectable and dA understands that. dA gives room for freedom of our artistic minds.
Rant, rave, scream, cry. dA will always be here for us.
Tremendous amounts of motivation and space to grow. Not only as an artist but as a person as well.
Now on a more serious note dA has saved my life.
Several occasions there have been times when I feel I can't open up to anyone.
Christmas in HeavenLights strung across the ceiling; fairies in the night.Christmas in Heaven5 years ago in Literature More Like This
I could smell the scent of childhood; just out of reach.
Sugar cookies and gingerbread houses.
Pine, green, red, lights, flashing, happyness.
Every memory of being a child.
I swear that living room is burned into my mind; a reminder.
The Christmas tree was covered in love.
Every year I got new ornaments and they adorned the tree, for all to see.
That sick knot in your belly when you wake up in the morning,
Knowing Santa has come.
Oh what I'd give to thank you for what you've done.
The big fluffy chair placed so neatly, kiddy-cornered in the room.
The tree dripping the rain of pine needles and flashing the color of smiles.
I'd like to say I remember sitting in your lap those mornings
opening all of my gifts.
I wont though, because I simply can not.
I like to pretend though,
pretend I can see your smile.
Frost spreading across the wide glass windows,
The cold leaking through the window panes.
Snow falling against snowmen outside