Zhuns personal art tips 9Zhuns personal art tips 92 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I troll DA often and I come across alot of people who really crave some good art direction for themselves. Alot of people just don't know what to do or how to discipline themselves to improve their artwork/art journey. I remember when I was new to DA and at the same time new to taking artwork seriously (art school and such) that I was at a total loss at what I was doing. I had no direction, nobody would offer any advice and worse yet I was way too inexperienced to figure out that I had to ask for help. I didn't know about getting help lol. So, I was wondering around aimlessly for years.....yes, YEARS! I know at least one of you can vouch for that, as you followed me along my art journey.
So, with that said, I also don't notice any of these floating around DA. This isn't a guide to getting popular. If you're here to be popular, chances are it wont happen (because thats how karma rolls), or you'll achieve it but it will come with great sadness (drama)
1. How to draw wolves, or
aeolistwe're taught to drown our sorrows inaeolist11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
guilt and despair
to make ourselves feel like no one out there really cares
till we resurface, gasping, struggling for air
we're taught that depression's a sign of being weak
and when people self harm, it's just attention that they seek
and that when she's dead and gone and
buried in the ground
that oh, they should've saw it coming
and they tell you, blame yourself for everything that you've done
you messed up, so get up, your life's only begun
and when we keep blaming ourselves and the tears just still run
they look on like they're bored, like we're just old reruns
playing on the tv's for their entertainment
it's not like being happy's a hard to reach attainment
when we're stuck in this hollowed shell, this containment
of faces that we've known but never really seen,
when words flow out our mouths but without any real meaning
and when the days fly by and the second hand goes
around the clock, around the clock, right out the window
so when wi
Five Broken CamerasHe is born as his grandfather's olive trees are torn from the earth. Expelled from his mother with a wail, as if he felt the roots ripping from the soil, and breathed and lived as the olives fell like bullets. His father's hands and spade and hope plant new trees in the soil. These will grow.Five Broken Cameras1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He knows the word for "shell" before his third birthday, though he has never seen the ocean.
"Cartridge," he calls, "Daddy, I found another one!"
The skins of these metal beetles crunch under his feet. "Army," he chirps. "Soldier."
His mother does not let him and his brothers play outside much anymore. She hangs the laundry out to dry and listens to the shells echoing in the village streets.
He goes to the construction site, where already the fence slicing through their land is a thicket of barbed wire and big men with sunglasses and guns aimed toward him. He is not afraid. He gives the olive branch his father had saved from one of the olive trees to a soldier.
"It means peace," his father had tol
kyrieempty cathedralskyrie1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with hints of a time long gone as
quiet prayers di
swallowed up by
a borrowed past
free me from myself
lend me your
so i can
your heart beats
skin and bone
i love you
don't tell anyone
it's our secret.
it's loud in my head.it's loud in my head.it's loud in my head.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
there's a nebulae
of thoughts and ideas
to be plucked out of the fray
and blinked through the
of synapses and nerves
to be written down
and there's the occasional black hole
of despair and sadness
but bending space-time's not hard
and the world's a multidimensional space
'sides, my thoughts twist round like a mobius strip,
and have all the elegance of infinity-
but every universe has its entropy
and my favorite choice of chaos
AdieuStrangling myself with this silence,Adieu2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am one rung closer
with every little death descending deeper
into Gehenna's bowels,
brandishing a soul through drawn eyes
and watching it all burn.
A plea for deliverance
stretches thin over this thrust
my masochist thirst insists.
If asphyxia is Heaven,
my throat is the horizon.
You can't sever midnight sky from sea,
the black from the blue.
Rolling back on my spine serpentine grande,
I at last experience revelation.
To dream in grayscale and melancholy
is to never suffer disappointment
at the hands of Life's disastrous folly.
I feast upon the fruit of despair
its seed binding me like Persephone
to Hades' throne.
If I die before I wake,
I need not pray no more.
There was a time when songs rang out on high
in glorious appraisal
for lettings of blood, conflagration
of flesh and bone.
Every man was equal under the Gods' gaze,
gaining favor through slaughter.
I see priests eviscerate the sheep,
I see flames 'round the martyr creep.
Become the WindHey Karkat! Look what I can do!Become the Wind1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The troll glanced up from his computer screen with enough time to see John completely dissipate into nothing. What the fuck? John? John! His husktop was folded and hastily moved to the side so he could stand. John!
Something swirled around Karkat and laughed in his ear. Im fine Karkat!
Much to the trolls surprise John reappeared beside him. Dont ever fucking do that again asshole.
John just laughed some more, Oh come on Karkat, its not doing any harm. Its part of my wind powers. I think the Heir of Breath can like, become the wind or something. I dunno, I learned it in a dream bubble once, its pretty cool. I am the Windy Thing!
I dont like it.
The human smirked, Of course you dont like it, think of all the pranking possibilities I can now do! Oh gosh Ill be unstoppable!
Karkat sighed and sat bac
JohnKat - When your love goes awayThere's red,candy red everywhereJohnKat - When your love goes away1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Red rivers on a black and white battlefield
The dark rain is falling under the skies of despair
Because my lover used himself as a shield
I'm holding his hand which is cold as the ice
Stroking his face,pale like the chalk
Tears of rage are coming from my eyes
And my voice is shivering when I talk
"Karkat,my love,why have you done this,
You know I'm a God,I would have come back,
But now,you're blocked in the abyss,
Because you saved me from this attack."
My eyes are drowning,I can't see anything
My friends gathering everywhere around us
They're trying to calm the rage burning
In the dephts of my heart,destroying me thus
The hole in his chest is growing wide
Letting his life escape by his blood as I cry
My heart is burning,and deep in my mind,
I want to reunite with him,and that means die.
Dear Eleanor.Dear Eleanor,Dear Eleanor.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wrote you a letter
but I don't know where to send it.
You've been trying for years
to make someone your home but
you can't build a life in
someone else's skin and I
wish you'd stop trying.
You were/are/will always be
a skeletal vision of loneliness,
burying your bones in another
person's chest in the hopes that
they might grow you into
something loveable enough
And I wish I could have
kept you, but you are terrifying
You left your
shoes in the wardrobe by the
guilt you saddled me with
and I stopped trying to
give them back.
Foster child - Chapter 4Foster child - Chapter 48 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey John, catch!" Karkat chuckled as he threw the ball to me.
I hit it with the baseball bat, before running like a madman to the first base. I saw the other team's guys trying to catch me, but I dived right in time to touch the white book with my foot. We were playing baseball with a bunch of friends in the park. Karkat had learned the rules very easily, and was pretty gifted for the game with his strong hands and agile legs. For four years, he had been quite popular at school. He hadn't any difficulties with all the lessons and exercises, but his favorite class was PE. I never would have believed he could jump this high or run for hundreds of meters without feeling tired. That's why everyone wanted him in their sports club. He and I had chosen baseball: it was what he liked the most. We were training for the soon-to-come interscholastic championship. At the end of the match, we all fell on the grass, exhausted, Karkat's team having won by 12-7. My brother was unbeatable. If you want
based on a true story.if there was any justice left in this world,based on a true story.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you'd be the broken one,
and i'd be the famous one.
but you left me useless,
and went on to greater things.
so i'll sit here and write
and hope your fame destroys you.
enjoy your taste of stardom,
but karma's a bitch.
Premonition BluesPremonition Blues3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The snow was heavy
under midnight's guise.
The white ground reflected
city lights into the clouds:
it was as bright as the half light
that bled over the mountains
and flowed into the valleys
just hours before (the sun
The air was silent:
a powder keg soundtrack
sitting on a camel's back.
There were dead flags
on poles or lying in ashes.
Smoke seeped through the earth
on every horizon
like the breath
of a dragon slumbering
after a fierce campaign.
No one was left
to inhale the dust and ash.
Their bodies were dormant
and they dreamed their faith.
And a Dandelion stood stout
in a field of grey and soot.
Under DreadThe winter, the whole winterUnder Dread2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is sitting on my head, nesting its fingers
in the little hairs over my ears.
Its friend, the great and unnamed doubt,
is leaning against my collarbone
in a most familiar fashion,
and I fall in and out of balance
I have a beauty waiting, warm, willing
on speed dial, but the phone--
where did I leave the phone again?
Beauty is as elusive as
the car keys, which, I swear,
were just in that pocket. I
had my hand on them. The whole winter
keeps coursing its little nails
up and down my neck and taking
all my breath away.
There was a dream I had that
I almost remember, almost remember better
than living yesterday, a dream
of gooey loss, a taffy sorrow that loomed,
loomed, loomed, you see? It was so real,
I just had it.
Windy notes and Bloody songs,part 5Karkat was acting very strange with you. He was always looking at you suscpisiously. Maybe because during the last repetition,you escaped without saying anything,and reappeared half an hour later. The wind blew,the lady was aggressed.Windy notes and Bloody songs,part 51 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sometimes think if you should tell your family about your double-identity. Or at least only your sister,you trusted her nd she trusted you. But if they ever know about you,they'll be put in danger. But they were worried about you,especially Jane. And you knew she knew something. First,she saw you putting her favorite neckerchief in your pocket. You told her it was for keeping your hands warm,but she was skeptical as always. Second,she noticed that you disappeared only when the wind was blowing. And that you were sometimes surrounded by it even in the inside,windows closed. And third,she was keeping every newspaper article talking about you -you mean Windblaze. She even meddledd once in your bag,and eventually found the mini-Blazehammer. But again,you
Still the Same Chapter Eleven Part TwoEventually his feet led him to a room far from the others; he knocked softly and entered, Sollux? You in here?Still the Same Chapter Eleven Part Two7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Where else would I be?
Karkat laughed uneasily, Yeah, true He sat down next to the other troll and hesitantly stated, So Im going to go out on a fucking limb and guess youre pissed at me.
Wow, what made you think that? Sollux had his back to Karkat.
Listen, Im sorry I didnt tell you about Feferi, I thought shed find you. I honestly believed that. Besides its not like we can control who we meet in these stupid things.
A large sigh left Sollux and he slumped against Karkat, I know, I know. Im still pithed though. You could have at least said something. After a while Sollux spoke up again, So hows John?
I dont know, fine for the moment, Karkat answered while grabbing a spare screwdriver and undoing a hatch. H
Not quite a love poem, but close enough.I still think of you sometimes;Not quite a love poem, but close enough.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
ever-gone at the same time.
I see you in colours without names,
with just their codes to keep track of the mottled
blues-greys-greens of the artist's palette and
you're in the cloudless sky on
days when the girl with the freckled
shoulders is too lost in life to dream
(and if you read this you'd sigh,
because you never could convince
me that clouds aren't daydreams aren't
daytears aren't dayfears)
The world is quiet here with you gone,
but you promised you'd be back soon and I'm still waiting.
Feelings are Dust (even when ours are the same)Feelings are Dust (even when ours are the same)1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dark chocolate & espresso
with Bic ink you're dust.
My stomach & your brain
makes dawn a twilight red dusk.
A couple of words
describe us two.
me & you.
Get the drift? Feel that draft?
That's an ozone aroma, a prelude to rain.
Nature's craft is my gift
and my gift is just a game.
I don't know how you feel now but if you'll have some dark chocolate and espresso with me we'll probably feel the same.
Whatever that's worth.
Mimicrymildewed [ghosts]Mimicry1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
haunt the c.r.a.c.k.s in the w do not
l their voices
aphelioni.aphelion11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
i can see the stars in your eyes,
the polymerization of nebulae within;
and though the sun has yet to rise
and the wishes yet to fall
the planets in your eyes never cease
do you suppose the planets above
are in love with the stars?
that love is something the heavens are barren of
seems improbable to me thus far
i can't break out of my orbit around you
you are truly the center of my world;
((if they could,
then would the planets feel this too?))
i wonder if galileo had ever felt this
did his heart beat fast as he gazed at the skies?
because this feeling seems like too much to miss-
and there is no more room for logic,
for "how's" or "why's."
you put on your cassiopeia crown
and don orion's belt-
i pale in comparison to you,
but to you i am bound.
i love you,
though you're so far from me now
do my broken thoughts get through
or is it just a vacuum i'm talking to?
Repeat.You,Repeat.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are you
Are broken words words are
are the words that we speak in
Such a manner that seems almost
Rythmical in its
Chaos that's what we unfold.
Until you think
But when you think chaos
Chaos still unveils
Rears its ugly head though behind that
Maybe this chaos
This chaos this repeating
These words are not
These words will not repeat
Like a past you've mistaken with
Words fresh anew you differentiate
Or more so try
Dreams from the true.
HandsHands.Hands1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
On tender skin.
We Will Never BeI met you on August 18th of 2008.We Will Never Be2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember how hot it was in the classroom
That day and how your eyes widened with confusion
As I sat down next to you.
I will never forget those eyes.
You loved Mondays and dreaded Fridays.
I thought you were crazy and you told
Me that the only reason was so you
Could see me in school.
I still thought you were crazy.
We would do our math assignments on the
Playground and talk about our lives.
We were so different, but you always
Insisted that we were absolutely perfect.
I wish I would have known how right you were.
I miss you so much that I can't sleep.
But I have to keep moving because you
Promised me that we would be again, remember?
You held my hand for a second too long and
Told me that you would see me tomorrow.
And I believed you because your eyes had that same
Warm look in them that you always got when
You would tell me something important.
I've seen you three times since then, and we
Have walked away from each other
this is what's left unsaid.this is what i want to do to you.this is what's left unsaid.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
push your hair back,
black as the keys you loved
(this says something
about me but i
to know what)
open up your skull and look into your
(it fascinates me how easily it's broken mine)
i want to break
precious little finger
at every single joint and
press your useless hands into the ivory keys
i want to suffocate you with piano wire
beat you bloody with hate
and slip a
between your ribs
into your unfeeling heart
(does it beat on tempo?)
i'll play a melody with your screams
and compose a symphony
on a canvas of skin
and write poems with
your blood as ink
i'll taste your last breath.)
Windy notes and Bloody songs,part 6The blade was shining of a blueish,soft light. You tried its sharp on your finger; a tear of black blood dropped. You put Shinzoken,your trusty katana back on its sheath,then opened the window. The lack of wind told you that the newbie wasn't here. You put your black coat on,and took your hitlist in the pocket.Windy notes and Bloody songs,part 61 year ago in Sketches More Like This
You killed the Batterthief last night. Marquise was very smart and didn't let you have her. Devilbeast and Ribbot were alive,but not for long. Neophyte,Broken Arrow and Subjuggalo were dead. With Doubledge,Windblaze,Bloodstorm and the unknown last one,you've all your targets ready.
Better act quick. Your new boss wanted serious buisness.
You sproud out your large black wings,and flew away.
Tonight,Koroblade's gonna kill them all.
Memoria suddenly opened her eyes. She had a vision,a terrible one.
He has got Doubledge.
You put a flower in his hand. To make sure he knew you were here.
Two days passed by since your fight. Karkat didn't moved,even not opened his eyes. After schoo