.she became a seabed no.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
anchor could grip, with a
habit of turning everything
into a shipwreck
ellie.she was always aellie.6 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
galaxy, and i am not
allowed to touch stars.
An Analysis of Deviant Art's AsshatteryAn Analysis of Deviant Art's Asshattery2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As many of us are well aware, there are many fundamental issues with the way Deviant Art functions as a website. The site is often slow or all-out unresponsive, people have no privacy and protection, and other problems exist that the staff simply doesn't care to resolve. Despite these problems and many others, the most we see in the way of site updates is aesthetic tweaks and piddly, unnecessary destination re-routes.
As far as I can gather, there are four basic issues with Deviant Art that desperately need to be changed. There are probably more, but they will be saved for a later article if they are brought to my attention. Each issue I see will be discussed and solutions will be proposed. It is not necessarily my hope to receive a Daily Deviation on this, and I certainly don't expect the staff to actually take it into consideration, but I do hope to at least share my thoughts on the issues I've experienced in my 2.5 years as a De
You've Got a Conan Obsession22 Signs That You Watch Too Much Detective ConanYou've Got a Conan Obsession4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you enter a room you say, "Detective (Name) has arrived."
You are constantly trying to solve little "crimes" that happen within your house.
You snoop around Wal-Mart like you're doing something important.
You ARE doing something important; there was a bald man who littered earlier and you're hot on his trail!
You pull that classic annoyed face whenever somebody does something stupid.
You point out the obvious.
You wish two men in black would give you a shrinking drug.
You're parents are more concerned than they were when you were a ninja.
You own a bowtie now.
Your bowtie is red.
You rock at soccer now.
You bought a tan trench coat and magnifying glass.
You tricked out your skateboard.
You're constantly on the look out for trouble.
You constantly quote Conan.
You seem to be watching more 48 Hours Mystery than before.
You Googled whether or not there were really high school detectives in Japan.
You've recently become a Sherlock Holme
The MonstersThe monsters were neverThe Monsters2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
under my bed.
Because the monsters
were inside my head.
I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time
the monster has been me.
d e a rI am in love not so much with you but with the way your eyes reflect the sunlight at midday (and the moonlight at nighttime, if I dare to admit it).d e a r2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You touch my upper arm as you pass by me and I remember the distribution of pressure down to the square millimeter eleven months later, when I am far from you and as I toil away at the papers shielding my desk (and my heart, perhaps) from view.
I write you a sweet story in my head.
I write you volumes.
And you will never know.
But you should have guessed.
There is no romance here.
There is only the clacking of keys (and the carefully calculated press of fingers to palm when you ask for a pen) (so subtle I almost fool myself into believing it could be overlooked) (do you overlook it, I wonder?)
You should have guessed.
I am in love not with you but with your authority, your meekness, your self-consciousness (unwarranted; you put the stars to shame) which you hide so well but so terribly.
You should have guessed.
You will never have another
UnfairUnfair3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, what's not fair?
Being unable to control your own life
It's true, that you can choose who you want to be
Who you want to be with
What your going to do
But he annoying part is when you know what you want
what you need, and your desires and wishes and dreams
And being stuck waiting.. On things that you can't control
And not knowing what's going or happen or why your goals
Cant be accomplished in other words I hate waiting on others
It's awful and frustrating not being able to control everything.
Unfortunately that's part of life . And this happens to everyone
We all have those stupid pot wholes in our rode to life and we all fall into them..
Even so, Why the heck do I have to have a pot whole too?!
Couldn't everyone else have one except me?!!!
That's what I consider unfair!
Blegh! It sucks!
Now if you all excuse me,
I'll be trying to climb out this darn thing
on College and Life GoalsWould you consider buying a plane ticket before you know where you even want to go? Crazy, isn't it? But many artists consider taking on art school without a strong life goal. Without defining what you want most out of life, you'll never achieve it, and college certainly won't supply it. College is to supply you with the means to accomplish your goal, and if you don't have a strong goal, you'll flip-flop majors hoping to scrape up motivation along the way. By the end of it, you'll have gone through 4 (or more) years of indecision, having wasted a lot of money and time without having an idea of where to go in life next.on College and Life Goals2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
What, then, makes a strong life goal? Is it wanting to work at Disney? Is it wanting to create a famous comic book? Or maybe you want to just be a famous artist so you can rub it in the faces of all those who made fun of you in high school? These aren't life goals. If anything, they're short term goals, because they can be accomplished, finished, and done. A life goal is
Kain and Cillian: Pt 1Kain and Cillian: Pt 12 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Warning: Yaoi-- Male/Male Romance
"Another ale?" the scruffy barkeep asked, measuring up the young man who'd been sitting in the tavern all evening. He's definitely a weird one, barely touched his first drink, the old man though. Freaky golden eyes, unnatural white hair, and are his ears pointed? The young man waved him away without a word. "What a waste of a barstool," the bartender muttered, turning back to more lucrative customers.
Kain sighed, looking down, glaring at his reflection in his still-full mug. Not for the first time, the young man wondered why his features were so different from everyone else's. He considered taking a swig, but then remembered how many hours he'd been sitting there--the ale was probably warm by now and even less appealing than when he'd first ordered it.
Why can't I simply be the type to drown my sorrows away in alcohol? he mused. Because my troubles just don't seem to sink,
Gravity of Devils [two] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackGravity of Devils [two] Jack Frost and Pitch Black1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gravity of Devils [two]
A few months passed, maybe even an entire year before they met again. Jack needed his space, and the Boogeyman gave it to him—after all, he had made children believe in the Boogeyman again, and Pitch felt he owed the boy that much at least.
Pitch never properly thanked him either. He could remember the day perfectly! How Jack had appeared before the children who could see him and told them stories of the hideous Boogeyman who haunted their dreams and closets and hid under their beds till morning.
Those children believed in the Boogeyman then, and their fears fueled the Boogeyman’s return to power temporarily, giving him enough juice to send out at least a few Nightmares to other children—and his power crept back into the darkness, into his very blood and through his veins—and his reign became supreme once more.
And even now, as Pitch stared up at the flurry of ice and the volley of snow balls being pitched to and fro wh
Queer Things: Homosexuality =/= MisogynyI've noticed an interesting trend in the writing of gay male characters; and by interesting, I mean infuriating.Queer Things: Homosexuality =/= Misogyny2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Gay characters have spent a long time clawing their way into the public eye. While gay characters have been around since the origin of fiction itself, it hasn't been until modern works that the gay community has really been given a voice. Unfortunately, with every good thing there must be some bad. In this case, I'm speaking of the trend to write gay characters as misogynist and misandrist in fiction.
For those who've never had these terms defined to them because they're fortunate not to live near a horde of new wave feminist art students, these are the definitions of misogyny and misandry:
Misogyny (/mɪˈsɒdʒɪni/) is the hatred of women or girls.
Misandry (/mɪˈsændri/) is the hatred or dislike of men or boys.
Misogyny and misandry are not the same as sexism. They're in a completely different category of ignorance. While sexism manifest
why we cannot sleep at night.i.why we cannot sleep at night.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we have grown so accustomed
to wearing our masks
we still wonder why
the night sky
is calling my name
and i find that
i cannot close my eyes
my corneas are stars
and i'm falling
rusted and fading,
forever switching owners
forever out of place
loneliness is a disease
the world is infected.)
The Author's VanityDescriptions mean nothing. I could sit here and describe for you a million fairytale paradises, a thousand grimy streets, a hundred marble banquet halls. I could paint you a picture of weather- one so real you can taste the heavy warmth of the thunderstorm on the horizon, feel the plump droplets melt against you skin, see the erie yellow light that turns all the houses into paper cut-outs of themselves. I can carry you into the heart of a raging blizzard, leave you there to be bitten and gnawed by frozen, invisible jaws- the screaming fangs that dig deep into your bones-The Author's Vanity2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And I could take you out again, pluck you up with agile fingers- ones that know their craft- ones that never feel a need to hesitate or tremble. Perfect fingers comprised of words alone, built with layers of understanding and strengthened by ignorance. In these fingers- in these hands- you will feel safe and I shall feel strong, and I shall lift you up and out of the storm I have created, and la
More than WordsDon't just listenMore than Words4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rest your head
upon my heart
Because more than Words
--(Words that fade)--
I want my Love
In your ears
Throughout the years
And tell you
Haiku #5 Hotondo hanaShe will never bloom.Haiku #5 Hotondo hana1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Closed petals and no fragrance;
Cold flower in spring.
PillsHere's a pill for my broken heart,Pills1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A pill for my body parts,
I can never again call holy.
One for each day where I slowly,
Die again, again, and again.
A few more for each jail visit,
A handful as an alternative for the razors that used to sit,
On my wrist.
Half a bottle for all of the lies.
A bit more just so I can get by.
The rest for all of the tears and blood shed.
Oops, I'm dead.
Critica sobre las malas criticasIré rápidamente al punto, últimamente no eh leído mas que quejas por gustos personales "Porque hacen TalxTal si son amigos/hermanos?!", "Como hacen Yuri/Yaoi de tal pareja?! Me da asco!", "No debería existir el CanonxOC porque es ridículo!", etc. Y saben que? Me tienen cansada!Critica sobre las malas criticas2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Porque creen que se llaman "FANart" o "FANfics"? Porque, mis señorito/as quejones, son hechos por FANS, y cada FAN, interpreta la serie como le parece y es libre de representarla agregándole, quitándole o emparejando a quien y como quiera. Acaso se imaginan un mundo donde todos los fics y fanarts sean iguales con siempre las mismas parejas, situaciones y personajes? No! Porque, por suerte, todos tenemos gustos distintos y debemos respetar lo que no nos gusta tanto como lo que si ya que, si alguien lo hizo, quiere decir que a alguien, y probablemente no sea el único, le gusta al igual que a ustedes les gusta lo que les gusta.
BranchesWe were sitting in a treeBranches2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the first day of spring,
No one was around,
There was only you and me.
I sat on the bottom branch,
Dangling my little feet
So far above the ground.
You wanted to climb higher,
So I stood carefully,
But didn't follow you.
I could tell
From the way you smiled,
That you wanted me
To climb out on a limb,
But I refused.
I can't do that anymore.
I've done that once before,
But branches wore too thin,
And the one I climbed with then
Didn't reach my hand
To catch me when
The little tree-fingers snapped
And I plummeted to
The waiting earth below.
So, I will stay right here,
Holding on to the tree trunk
Where it is safe,
And the ground isn't so far away.
Maybe I'll just jump down,
Where there aren't any branches,
And you don't have to worry
About four-letter words
What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...WE WILL MARCH ON.What 'MCR' Truly Stands For...1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
WE WILL CARRY ON.
WE WILL FOREVER SUPPORT THE BAND THAT HAS HELPED US AND MILLIONS LIKE US.
I DON'T CARE.
I HAVE ALREADY SEEN MY LIFE ON THE SCREEEN, AND I ALREADY HATE IT, NO MATTER IF IT STARTED WITH AN ALRIGHT SCENE.
EVERYTHING MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE HAS DONE FOR ME, EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING, I WILL BE THERE.
IF THERE'S NO BAND, I'LL JUST MAKE ONE UP IN MY MIND.
WE WILL BE WITH MCR, EVEN IF THEY'RE GONE.
THEY'LL BE IN MY HEART AND HEAD, NO MATTER WHAT.
I DON'T CARE IF THIS IS A SAD SONG, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR A HOSPITAL STAY MY WHOLE LIFE EVER SINCE I FIGURED OUT I HAD THREE TUMORS IN MY RIGHT KNEE.
WHY AM I JUST GOING ALONG WITH THE FLOW OF LYRICS TO DISENCHANTED?
WHY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?
NOTHING WILL MATTER AFTER I'M GONE, BECAUSE MY LIFE WAS WITH THE BAND.
I'M NOT SAYING ANYTHING ABOUT SUICIDE OR NOTHING, BUT MY LIFE WAS BASED ON THEM, IT THRIVES FOR MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
WHAT DOES IT STAND F
ApostropheToday you asked meApostrophe2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
If I had ever written
A poem about you
Your smile is a simile
And the lines around your eyes
When you laugh are
Reminding me to mind my grammar
Your mind is my metaphor
Spinal column syntax codes
And your hand along my hip
Foreshadowing current events
Newspaper print tattooed on the back of your neck
Never mind rhythmic timing
You've already got that down
Upright posture postponing due dates
Adding an apostrophe to remind me that I'm yours
Each of your freckles marks the end of a sentence
Intense stare from your eyes the color of
Forget me not blue
Like the walls of your bedroom
Vignettes budded from our verisimilitude
And when we planted them in the garden underneath the window
That's when I knew
That it was you who read the strands of my hair
Like stanzas as they slipped through your fingers
And found rhythms rooted at the base of my back
You skimmed my ski
MidasI think aboutMidas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the Midas goal
a world of gold
from pole to pole
Nothing is new
the world is old
should the gray be
of golden view
no hearts shall beat
nothing is new
is none at all
our means to fall.
Salsa, Rice, RhythmThere is something splendid aboutSalsa, Rice, Rhythm2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a Peruvian man leaving the rice to burn
because he is unable to keep himself
when a good Salsa song comes on
there is something exquisite and wild about a woman
paying uncontrollable obeisance to the rhythm
thrilling to the beat
waxing and waning to the sound waves
there is something gorgeous about the
the movements, like an untamed clockwork
the way the line between sound and
limb's poetry blurs
fantasia's demise comes with a soft
followed by a drought of wakefulness
surprised to see walls and ceiling
surprised to be alive in
only three dimensions