Even after existenceI too had a love, it was big, perhaps as much as it is today my pain. I also felt the charm of a scented mouth.
I can’t see you sad, because it kills me ... the essence that was the light of my soul.
Your face full of sorrow ... my sweet love ... Today I missed that nothing that was between you and me, subtle and quiet.
It hurts so much those tears that you pour out... it fills my heart with anguish ... and trying to smile, even with closed eyes, I see you perfectly.
I suffer the unimaginable if you are sad ... and it just seems natural to have your lips against mine, against my face and throat.
I do not want that doubt makes you cry. The notes of the violins impose their pace, our pace, the rhythm of your heart.
We have sworn to love us until death, and if the dead love, after death we can love us even more.
Oh ... Women that walk in front of me and never dedicate their glances at me ... So close to my eyes, so far away from my life...
And she, the special one, always smiling, l
.i want to scrape.9 months ago in Personal More Like This
the shell off the earth,
try and give birth to
mould it and feed it and let it
set out on its own to be
and now, bear cub
don't be so
they'll make good
money from mum's
claws and coat,
mount her head on the
wall by your
(always dreaming of a blind alley, and this is not a poem, just another ball of paper, throw me into the sun i want the last of the heat to be mine)
THE ETERNAL NUMBING OF BROKEN CONSTRUCTSThe Ladder Song - Words And Music by Bright EyesTHE ETERNAL NUMBING OF BROKEN CONSTRUCTS1 year ago in Personal More Like This
No one knows where the ladder goes
You're going to lose what you love the most
You're not alone in anything
You're not unique in dying
Feel a strange day every now and then
Fall asleep reading science fiction
I want to fly in your silver ship
Let Jesus hang and Buddha sit
It's on now
The days are long now
The ups and the sundowns
And a twisting mind
If I got to go first
I'll do it on my terms
I'm tired of traitors always changing sides
They were friends of mine
Don't hang around as the promise breaks
You'll be there when the next one's made
Kiss the feet of a charlatan
Some imagined freedom
All the rest is predictable
You can say you're the first to know
Bought a mantra to concentrate
Car alarm or hissing snake
I know now
How it's gonna turn now
You got to calm down
Or I'll lose my place
Got to get to the center
Got to get to the concert
Run off with a dancer
Going to celebrate
Welcome the new age
How To Be A Productive WriterHow To Be A Productive WriterHow To Be A Productive Writer6 months ago in Literature Features More Like This
You know the type: the writer who submits something new everyday, who floods your inbox with new poems and prose pieces that they somehow had time to write since the last time you logged in to dA. How do they do it? Are there more than 24 hours in their day? Do they have chunks of spare time that you don't? Super discipline? Magic powers?
It may seem like a strange and mystical phenomenon, but believe it or not, that person is probably just as busy as you are. Even more unbelievable: you can become that person, too. It doesn't take magic powers or a high tolerance to lack of sleep or loads of spare time, but it does take discipline. Ready? Okay.
Actually, not quite ready yet. You know when you're really on a roll, when you're writing and writing and suddenly... you stop to check Facebook? Yeah. Whether it be Facebook or email or the refrigerator or deviantART, we want to get rid of distractions. Move to a distraction-free ar
.someone told the mist.10 months ago in Personal More Like This
it clings too tightly
to the hills
and someone told the snow
that the mountains need
(an idiot, a coward)
.why are you kissing.8 months ago in Personal More Like This
your fingertips -
to be soft
to be softer,
it means watch your mouth,
means the fire's
too big to deal with,
red lips laughing just
before the hands,
means i won't pray with you
but i'll lay with you,
the bell jar
one more time,
i still think the
same when crossing bridges,
means i can't get out of bed,
the difference between
sleeping and feeling
dead to the world
means more to a body than
means something you thought
was a dream was a nightmare,
and something that you thought
was living was dead all along
(means nothing i promise)
.i will marry the moon.10 months ago in Personal More Like This
and adopt a son, teach
him not to play with the
hearts of stars
(but he will)
i will bring home a man,
give him hope, hear him
and then cough
up his guts
on the floor
(i will end up there anyway, might as well say a prayer whilst i'm down there)
.i can't give you.9 months ago in Personal More Like This
but i can birth you
with my eyes instead,
pray to him hard with
(take refuge when he wakes)
My fourth journal (Poem)It seems love is a risk,My fourth journal (Poem)2 years ago in Personal More Like This
because all you're hopes and dreams are most vulnerable
when she slips away,
you'll only have yourself to blame.
Those beautiful promises
along with a stranger filled glass; a new one every week
the man in the mirror
was always the most feared.
Now who can I be when you'v taken me?
and sent me to deep thinking
where no one could reach.
When all dwindles with time
I couldn't help but notice this love was too good to be true,
Maybe this world is always the winner
for us to abide with her wishes...
because man wasn't designed to thrive,
only to wander and examine
and to honer these complex minds
we have been cursed with.
because that bird will teach us to fly
and the whales to swim
but never will I go to where they'v been.
And they simply live,
when I simply breathe.
with every fluttering wing
and flailing fin
I only see what I wish to be.
And you find all my dreams
on this wet concrete
and there is my soul; my feet.
Let them know that we ar
How to 'Proofread' your ArtCommunity WeekHow to 'Proofread' your Art6 months ago in Art Features More Like This
Ever feel like there's something wrong with your art, but you just can't identify what?
Here are some surprisingly simple tricks that you should do throughout painting that will help you easily 'proof read' your art for mistakes and issues:
Check your values
If you're painting a picture in colour, this technique is really helpful. Values are important in a painting to give a 3-D feel and to make the painting not feel flat. 'Value' is how light or dark a colour is. It's often hard to tell the value of a colour as colours can easily trick your eyes into thinking they're lighter or darker than they actually are.
For example, take a look at these two colours:
Which is darker? The blue probably appears to be. However, when we make the image greyscale (take away the colours), you'll see that the values of the colours are almost identical.
Oh noes! How do I prevent myself from being tricked? Check your
Being happy with your artI've noticed lately, that there's this emotion that leaves people overwhelmed with the massive amount of good art in the community, thinking that they can never become as good or popular as those others. So sad, because skill or popularity in itself shouldn't be the major goal of an art community. I think many people who start out here get so overwhelmed that they forget what it's actually about.Being happy with your art7 months ago in Deviant Events More Like This
Many people out here, sign up to DeviantArt (or any internet art community) in order to publish their work on the internet. They've probably looked around for a while already. They saw those amazing artists that had millions of pageviews, and secretly hoped that by putting their art on the internet, they would be able to do the same. To become madly popular -- a community icon.
Well, sorry to burst your bubble; but it's probably not gonna happen. And if it's gonna happen; it's not going to be soon.
According to DeviantArt, the website has over 31 million
Draw whatever the hell you want. (EDIT)Alright...Draw whatever the hell you want. (EDIT)4 months ago in Personal More Like This
I'm pretty sure this is going to be a rant (not that I have ever posted those before ) but bear with me because I just... I got to say something about this subject.
"You have a lot of talent and you waste it on drawing stupid dogs!"
"Don't you understand that series is for CHILDREN? You're too old!"
"If you want people to take your work seriously, stop drawing stupid animals!"
"All you draw is cats. Can't you draw anything else? I'm so done with your unoriginal bullshit art."
"Wolves, wolves, wolves. All you ever draw is wolves! BORING!"
"Are we ever going to see anything but shitty cartoon dogs from you?"
I'm sure all of us at some point in our artistic lives have dealt with someone who decided it was a good idea to rag on your choice of artwork subject matter. If not yet, you will... trust me. We ALL go through it.
It's hard enough to deal with it from strangers but it's another thing when it comes from people you know. Family, friends,
Robin Williams, Depression, and a Thank YouI honestly didn’t mean to come back so suddenly, but the news from earlier today just hit home very hard and I felt the need to say something to y’all.Robin Williams, Depression, and a Thank You5 months ago in Personal More Like This
Robin Williams Passes Away
Robin Williams passes away today at the relatively young age of 63. The earliest reports so far seem to confirm that it was a suicide by asphyxiation. He had been battling severe depression for quite some time now, and it seems that it ultimately did him in. Robin Williams was one of the first actors who’s career I began to follow as a kid, owing largely to his involvement in Disney’s Aladdin as the Genie.
I remember a story Stephen Spielberg told about when he was filming Schindler’s List. While over in Germany, Robin Williams would call Stephen up every night to tell him a joke because the story of Schindler’s List was so depressing and difficult to film Stephen needed the pick-me-ups.
It’s incredibly sad that Robin ultimately took his own life lik
.hope you're.7 months ago in Personal More Like This
dead in a ditch,
cold hard hands growing weeds,
hope you drop your heart with your
keys and you can't get back in
to me, to the two marks you made
before that one,
hope someone smashes you
open pig and the air will refuse
to lift up your lungs anymore,
scurry away from your lips in the rain again,
hope you're still trying to fix yourself
with vodka and bare hands,
hope you learn that if you take someone
apart and expect them to put themselves back
together, they're going to have a few loose
screws at the end of it all,
and jesus christ i rip the grass up by
the roots at 3am because i'm cruel now
and not because there's anything wrong
with my grapefruit
(i know and know and know, only one i belong to is death)
.hatred.9 months ago in Personal More Like This
is in labour,
if i let it
.watching the sky.8 months ago in Personal More Like This
churn itself thicker
the birds tire
and drown as
it sets around
(no fight, and no flight either)
.she told me i had soft palms,.11 months ago in Personal More Like This
i said yeah but i've got a hard
heart, because when
i was young i got given
two goldfish, and one day the
big ate the little
and that's when i learnt i'd
be fucked by the world, it would
do the same thing to me too
(i heard the language of evil and i started to speak it, saw the actions of evil and i started to be it)
.he said there are a lot of things in life.9 months ago in Personal More Like This
that don't make sense,
i said i know,
like that time i laughed so hard at the wake
i had to stay out in the garden making small talk with the smokers
for the rest of it,
like the time i shut myself in the garage and went to sleep
in the backseat of your car,
and how i'm not at all religious but i sat in church that day with
my hands clasped and
how i kept the windows shut that sunday so what i prayed for
couldn't get in,
like the time i watched her throw your stuff out on the driveway,
and when she managed to smash those plates even with
her broken wrist, how most hearts start to sink when tempers rise,
and the time i wanted to cradle that dead pigeon i saw at the
train station, and you told me to answer the phone and i wouldn't
because i knew it was you,
and when the night comes calling i always let him in,
i'm never quite sure who he is, but he says
he's paid for it so now i better fucking
he says haven't you learnt by now
.they all say,.10 months ago in Personal More Like This
it's a good thing
you fell far
from that tree
and i can't
take another bite;
the pips inside
(spit spit spit)
The confusion in my mind about anime and art.===============The confusion in my mind about anime and art.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
Hi there, Haven't updated my journal in a while, I hope everyone is alright and live a happy life.
Let's me get straight to the point. sorry If my remaining ego have driven me to type something stupid, But at least I'm being honest to you, I also wanted to practice writing long essay in English too.
I'm always open for your critique and suggestion, But please write it in a respectful manner.
My own feeling about using anime in my art, you might notice that I always use shape and form of anime in most of my artworks, But my inner side always tells me that I don't have that much interest in it, I like to go to art museum instead of anime convention, I like to watch cartoon more than watching anime, I like to read aesthetic/philosophy and other books more than manga or doujin, [forget about video games, I've decided to quit it, cold freaking turkey] my only activity related to game is listening to games music/bgm.
But nevertheless, The main form
.the sea.7 months ago in Personal More Like This
up on the
i lay in
of a whale
name in the
(in the corners of sand, dug my feet in)
.something snapped.5 months ago in Personal More Like This
and blood flowered
on the carpet
(i grabbed the hand of that man, and he knew)
.twenty three nightmares of being.8 months ago in Personal More Like This
on the operating table,
my surgeon mumbles something about getting right
to the heart of things, i might feel a little sting not unlike
that one i got on my wrist when i was
younger, but no, that's not working,
would it be okay if he were
to dig a little deeper? -
something crawls up and over the edge of
the bed, yes she did cartwheels
at the crematorium because
sadness was never that much fun anyway
and to be honest it was cold and a little too quiet
inside, there was no need to kiss her
on the forehead again - and if you bump
into the evil, sister, come and let
me know -
about how i wanted to
slip through that crack in the pier and smash through the
stained glass surface of the sea,
shatter and curl up on a pew with the eels below
and simply flounder, watch the world from
underwater, grow some
i'm not really sure why it's that big a deal
if i'm sick -
this is my body and
this is my love
Suicidal Plans?I'm not sure why... because I never really understand why I do what I do... but I need to write this message.Suicidal Plans?1 year ago in Personal More Like This
To the person thinking about hurting yourself... don't do it.
I know what you're feeling.
What you're thinking.
It's all bullshit.
I know the pain keeps getting worse and worse... and nothing seems to make it go away.
No matter how many times you cut yourself...
No matter how many times you get high or drunk...
No matter what you do... the pain gets worse and worse...
...and you can't think of ANY reason not to just fucking end it all.
Please... I don't know why, but this message was MEANT for YOU.
There is a reason why I'm writing this, because you're seriously thinking about doing it...
...Don't do it.
Please, trust me. You're not meant to die.
You need to fight through this fucked up pain, and LIVE!
I don't fucking know why.
Maybe you'll be President one day... maybe you'll save someone's life... maybe there is something you are destined to do... fuck if