Life is ..Life is …
Life is the space between your ears,
Life is the song that no one hears,
Life is the place that only you know,
Life is the grass growing through snow,
Life is the touch of a lover's hand,
Life is a castle melting in sand,
Life is the laugh that's stuck in your throat
Life is a poem that god wrote
Life is the shiver on a warm night,
Life is like death, only not quite.
We are deviant artistsWe pull our black dA T-shirts over our heads, proclaiming to the world that yes, we are unique. And quite possibly ninjas. We throw our matching black dA hoodies around our shoulders, hoods up defiantly. We hold our fetching bags close to us, armed with pens, pencils, drawing tablets and inspiration, and shielded by our sketchpads, notebooks and llamas. We stand together, in undefined rows; poets, musicians, painters, sketchers, furries, animators, of every country of every age of every colour and kind. We follow our fearless, monochrome leader Fella, and inject the world around us with life. We fill our lives and the lives of others with colour. We fight against indifference, hatred and lack of inspiration, and we fight together. Why? Because we are artists. But more than that, we are deviant artists.We are deviant artists5 years ago in Show Your deviantSTYLE Contest More Like This
Reflection of a Shooting StarFrosty night air with sky so clearReflection of a Shooting Star9 years ago in In The End Poetry Comp More Like This
the Stars look like new.
Bright and twinkling they shine,
surreal luminescence all that keeps
the soft, white world
from drifting into utter Despair.
Their glow dances upon the frozen fabric,
twisting the threads and weave.
Then, as if to stave off the night,
a star shoots forth from the heavens,
Falling to earth in splendor magnified,
and Why? And down in the lake, the sudden
star-burst of four kittens under a lid of ice,
heading to the four corners of nowhere.