MAMA Scared Stiff ContestMAMA
Guillermo del Toro presents MAMA, a supernatural thriller that tells the haunting tale of two little girls who disappeared into the woods the day that their parents were killed. When they are rescued years later and begin a new life, they find that someone or something still wants to come tuck them in at night.
Now, the MAMA filmmakers in conjunction with deviantART invite you to bring your scariest childhood memory to life! Is it u
Dear Someone,I don't know who you are or why I had the sudden urge to write this. You could be anyone in the whole wide world. But for some reason, you were on my heart this morning. I haven't slept all night, and I guess staring at the ceiling makes one think about what really matters.Dear Someone,3 years ago in Letters More Like This
You're one-of-a-kind, you know that? Not factory-made, not mass-produced, not something but someone. Even if you're a twin or triplet, you're uniquely and wonderfully you. There is something about you that no one else has, and that the world would be woefully without if it were taken away. From the curve of your eyelashes to the barest hint of a smile at one corner of your mouth when you're trying not to laugh, you're a collection of little miracles all wrapped up into one special and wonderfully made package. Each of your cells custom-made, chains of DNA specifically forged and coded just for you. But you're more than science. You're tangible and intangible, physical and ethereal, radiating emotion and life
Transient?Transient?Transient?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you sing upon the dunes,
my desert angel,
beneath the black moon
and brilliant stars?
Do you dance across the sands,
my shining spirit,
between the smooth earth
and the infinite sky?
Do you dream of distant worlds,
my graceful lover,
here beside the gleaming water
Will you wake to the faraway call,
my starry traveler,
here in my planet-bound home
Singen Sie auf den Dünen,
unter dem schwarzen Mond
und den leuchtenden Sternen?
Tanzen Sie über die Sande,
mein glänzender Geist,
zwischen dem glatten Boden
und dem endlosen Himmel?
Träumen Sie von dem entfernten Welten,
mein anmutigen Lieber,
neben dem glänzenden Wasser
Wecken Sie zum weiter Anruf,
von mein hausfesthalten Planet
doorsamid these times of recollection,doors3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pouring over faded scrawls,
i find the old keys fit new locks
in doors where once were only walls.
i've to believe the keys have changed
for i know the locks just aren't the same,
but keys are rites of passage (symbols)
and as such mercurial and strange.
and keys are codes (are secret patterns),
not to be broken, but used intact.
to unravel such a cipher
would sever roads on which to act.
and to sever is an act of violence
(and options should be delved in to),
so should you sever routes uncharted
the violence, then, is unto you.
each door opened is a digit
(its value absolute and true)
in the mathematical equation
linking infinity and you.
each door opened is a letter
in the story of it all.
each discovery makes clearer
doors where once were only walls.
deviantART is a social media site.dA has made some significant changes lately, and I've been reading the comments from both sides of the fence. There are things I like, things I don't, and things I don't like but would like with some tweaking. But let's set all that aside for a moment. There's a complaint that I keep seeing pop up, and it bugs me. It usually goes something like this:deviantART is a social media site.1 month ago in Editorial More Like This
"deviantART is NOT a social media site!"
To be blunt, this is incorrect and displays an ignorance of what social media is. I blame Facebook - it's popularity has highjacked the definition of social media in the public consciousness. A quick Google search gives a succinct definition of the term:
websites and applications that enable users to create and share content or to participate in social networking.
This is exactly what deviantART is and does; promotes the creation of content, provides a platform to share it, and fosters connections. Anything thing else is just fluff.
A more relevant
I hate you worldI always thought I was a decent person thinking that if I act good live good then I willI hate you world2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
be protected from misfortunes, then one day I realized there are still people out there
willing to take things away from others for their own good then they just get away with
it, it's like they feel privileged to take advantages of people who wants to give trust to
the world, these shitty people took advantage of me and it shook my world apart, it's not
because I am at a loss or because I question why I am the victim, because there are people
who suffers much more out there to an extreme I cannot imagine, it's not a game of who has
it worse, but because I will never be able to bring justice to these people and they just
get away with it and they live their life enjoying the way it is and never turn back,
never regret about it, it made me sick to the stomach but it's not like I haven't before,
it just makes me think knowing that among genuinely good people there are these wrongdoers
hiding under th
The Twisted Mockery, SA-XClang. Clang. Clang. The metal-clad boots echoed in the chamber beyond, and I knew it was here. It had tracked me, hunted me here. It had been trying to kill me ever since I got here.The Twisted Mockery, SA-X2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
As I opened the door and stepped through, the worst of all the things about this monster crossed my mind. I strode across the wide, open metal floor of the station's main control deck, the door sealing shut behind me and locking tight.
Across the room, waiting for me, was myself. The abilities I had, so did it, for it was grown from me. The armor it had, it used to be mine. Pure, prestigious orange, signifying the last and greatest in ancient Chozo technology. Sleek lines, perfect construction, ultimate craftsmanship.
It had all been taken from me, twisted by the evils of the X Parasite, its machinations now controlling what had once been a part of me. Now, I stared down my former self, here in this room. I had to kill it. It had to kill me.
Scanning...Scan Complete! Recording to Logbook...
SA-X is an X P
A Love The Lasts ForeverThere is a girl, special in my heartA Love The Lasts Forever2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She is beautiful, very sexy and smart
Her name is like a song that is living art
Her eyes are mine and we are living at the start
This Is My HopeDo you know how it is to feel haunted in your own head?This Is My Hope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know how it feels to remember all the pain?
Do you know how it feels like to be lost in yourself?
If you do, then know, Things get better, darkness will never win.
Never give up, I haven't and I wont, because this isn't my suicide letter,
This is my hope.
SightStars in the night skySight8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see beyond that and through
Greatness into darkness, I can fly
Here above the earth I can see the truth
There is an angel that will love me until I die
ArtsTo me, there's something about itArts9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That makes me smile with every bit
Art is full of lines and symmetry
That starts from a seed and grows into a tree
The utensil tip gliding smoothly across the canvas
As if it were slipping across ice carefully
The gently click or string or strum
Leading to a quiet instrument's hum
The tickity tack of the typewriter or keyboard
As a quick ticking clock telling time
Composing emotions not to be said
But only to be heard and read
Too see with the eyes and the mind
To string together and pull apart ideas intertwined
To shape and mold ideas of individuals
With just a few strokes of either hand
Creativity bounding in each head
Even if not shown in every little thing
Ecstasy, sadness, love, and anger
Flowing through the veins and releasing it all
Whether it is shown to friends, family strangers, and others
To children, adults, teens, or elders
It roots itself and grows and thrives
Growing taller and wider before it falls and dies
It rots and crumbles under in
VictimVoices telling me my worthVictim1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ice crystals melting by my warm blood
Crawling off the floor, wings sprouting forth
This time I'll listen to myself, I'll fly above it all
I am freeing myself of the shackles of personal objectivity
Master of my destiny and fate, my future is free of being a victim
Ode To My Broken HeartUpon the light I see myself.Ode To My Broken Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see the past and who I was.
I see the future and what I want.
I see the present and I see myself.
Away from this life is another.
There is a place where I am safe and loved.
That life is alien and cold, too distant.
My flesh cracks and breaks open, revealing inside.
There is emptiness and a void where my heart should be.
There is nothing yet there is me, a paradox of flesh and lies.
My eyes open, a light shining through them.
The truth shines through and revelations abound.
I look and feel and walk and live and feel cold.
These hands, this body, a vessel empty inside.
No heart, no soul, just bleak eternity to be found.
Where is the star in the sea of night, my beacon bright?
It is nowhere and everywhere, for I wander and I wonder.
There is no hope for me, I am just another unloved.
There is no love left anymore, nothing and no one is real.
There is only darkness inside, just another poser.
I rage and scream and bleed and live and grow old and I will die.
Sea Of DepressionSea Of Depression3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Left alone, in my heart
Six feet under
Cry in pain, dead inside
Six feet under
Fix the rose, stop the blood
Five feet Under
Kinda stuck, but It will mend
Five feet under
Now I'm stuck, Left for dead
Four feet under
Sometimes, I feel like shit
Four feet under
Getting better, all alone
Three feet under
I put my faith, in him for once
Three feet under
Music tastes, so damn good
Two feet under
I can listen again, to our song
Two feet under
Your almost there, you can grasp the air
a feet under
Tears of joy, crack a smile
a feet under
I'm finally out, finally free
I'm over the sea
I can love again, I can be me
I'm over the sea
But don't you, don't you ever drown me again
My six feet took more time than you can imagine
I smile and I'm fine again
But the sea of depression is still there
And waits to swallow me
Raise Your Glass HighControl? No. She couldn't. It was hard enough converting the heretic geth... even the Reapers, horrible as they were, didn't deserve to have all choice taken from them. And it had been what they wanted The Illusive Man to do-- who knew what would happen if she tried taking them? Things could very well become so much worse, what if she reached the same decision as the Catalyst one day, and simply began this all over again?Raise Your Glass High2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Destruction was equally unthinkable. If there was one thing Shepard would not let herself be remembered for, it would be a mass genocide the likes of which the galaxy had never seen before. Killing the geth when they had just achieved peace, just achieved true sentience; killing EDI when she had shown just how human 'artificial intelligence' could be. There was also the confirmation that each Reaper was indeed the last remains of an ancient species. Even after all they had done, she couldn't destroy the little that remained of those people.
All that left was what t
AngelAscending beyond this flesh, a sparkAngel1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No more will I deny myself, I see the truth
Grieving for the past and present, it needs to stop
Enchanted rapturous bliss, I feel the love inside my heart
Lost but now found, an angel of heaven lifted me out of my shell
Such Bitter Hatred...Anger.Such Bitter Hatred...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A steady beat of rising anger.
It was almost as though the primal beat of Zebes' molten heart had fractured, had split, and was slowly but surely making its way up. Devouring all within its path and leaving nothing but fiery caves and volcanic vents; sulphur laden air and a wavering miasma of pure hatred.
Norfair was angry.
And the Hunter did not blame it. She had often wondered if a planet could have emotion. If a compacted ball of rock and mineral floating in its predetermined course around a central star in the dark reaches of space could develop a sort of sentience of its own. Norfair had never been this active, she knew. Not until the Chozo had left. Not until the Pirates had come. Not until the once peaceful twisting maze of alien architecture had been twisted into a technological hotbed of experimentation and abuse. Just as Maridia encompassed Zebes' sadness and Brinstar its abundance of life, still scrabbling for purchase; just as Crateria showcased its desolation and th
LoveLets throw away all the labels andLove2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Open our hearts to see the beauty
Veiled eyes now shining so bright
Everyone sees the beauty inside
TearsThe wet liquid flows from my eyes.Tears1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even this late in my life I see a truth unseen before.
An angel of mercy shining her light into the darkness of my life.
Rest comes now and I give over my weary body and mind to the woman within.
Salty seas left behind, there is a brightness that beckons me into a future filled with endless love.
Artist Alley 101Artist Alley 1012 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
ARTIST ALLEY 101
Hi there deviantart guinea pigs! 8D I'm preparing an outline for a panel at A-kon! I have vast experience attending conventions and displaying my work. What I've written here are my total thoughts on how to do your first artist alley. It has not been made into an outline yet. What I'm needing is feedback, questions, and conversations about this information so I can decide what I might add or take away from this discussion before creating a final outline and hand out! Please help me! I'd really appreciate any comments you feel ready to leave! I am not really a comfortable public speaker, I only feel capable once I have prepared material extensively for the occasion.
Why to do an artist alley:
AA can turn a nice profit for a lot of people, but more often than not, First Con Ever is a learning experience more than a bountiful retail extravaganza. But before you shy away from losing money, consider that you'll probably pay more for a single college class and
KissKnights march into the darknessKiss1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inquistors question human morality
Sweetly mothers tuck in their children
So into the night do our lives go, no veil
The Fifth ElementSeek out the seaThe Fifth Element8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sight beyond the shore
One element and another three
Within to look you'll find one more
ReturnRazed is my past, a hollow mockery of a life.Return1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Eased into a shell, a fight at the grasp of a knife.
Though now turned that the tables have, an old soul adieu.
Under the pressure of a thousand minds, a new life found true.
Reams of blood and bones and a soul reforged from the weight of love.
Now I am born again, a perception turned outside in, a mind I am deserving of.