Thank You, deviantARTThank You, deviantART7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
November 6, 2007
Dear deviantART Community,
Expressing thanks to you all seems so little, though words are all I have to offer. People from all around the world, that I've met through this community and become friends with, have offered so much more than tips, tricks, and information about art and photography. There are people from many different countries, with all sorts of belief systems and points of view, that have encouraged me, and through me, my family, during my Dad's sickness. There are many of us on dA who are serious about the art community and our love of art, whether it be photography, drawing, digital art, etc., that reach out to each other in different ways, and are always there to encourage and nudge each other along.
One of my real-life friends often comments about how people and friends through the internet aren't "real" people; how there is an "invisibility" barrier. But, I disagree. I know the internet can be a
A Cry for JusticeA Cry for Justice9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She crouches in a corner of her humble abode,
Fear writ large in her light brown eyes.
In her heart she cries out to the world,
"How much more will we be terrorized?"
All around her there's chaos and confusion,
None aware of this girl's silent appeal.
Bullets are flying and people are dying.
Fear grips her heart like a hand of steel.
All of a sudden she sees a light,
Out of the window high in the sky.
For a moment she thinks in wonder,
"What is this light, so bright, so high?"
Then she hears a voice from somewhere within,
"Don't fear little girl, keep your hopes high,
Wipe your tears and stand on your feet
And face your troubles with head held high!"
Reality is forced back onto her,
As she hears a scream of fright.
All fears forgotten, she rushes to the spot,
And there her eyes behold a horrific sight.
All around, there are bodies covered in blood,
Some mutilated and some burned alive.
Then a flicker of movement catches her eye,
She's full of relief, seeing someone alive.
She rushes to
between Heaven and Hell ch. 2Chapter 2between Heaven and Hell ch. 26 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Shar walked into her apartment. 'Welcome home girls.' Taylor ran in and jumped into her favorite spot. She sat there playing with her tail. Raya stood there. 'Something wrong Raya?' Shar's voice took a worried tone.
Raya shook her head. Nothing, very nice. When will your parents be home? She asked brightly as she sat down. She wrapped her wings around herself. Taylor shifted and quickly bounded from the room. Raya looked at Sharlotte for an explanation.
Shar lowered her head. Never, they left years ago and they wont come back. Taylor, you better be getting snacks! Shar went into the kitchen to return with Taylor and a bowl of chips. Shar whispered something to Taylor, who nodded. Shar quickly went onto the back balcony off of the kitchen. She was left to her thoughts.
*** *** ***
Raya looked at Taylor, Im so sorry I didnt know Raya continued as Taylor sat there eating chip
thE DarkNEsS Of loVeLet me tell youthE DarkNEsS Of loVe7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of a Love so old
A Love so true
A Love that was never
Meant to be .
The Darkness went
Completely against his nature
To fall for her
He was harsh
He was cruel
All he did was beg
For the pain of others
But then he saw
She soaked in the
He could not help
But watch from afar
The one he felt
So strongly for
She was his
So physically different
He was Dark
She spilled the Light
He so tall
She so small
He so strong
Her just hanging on
He so thin
She was not
But she was beautiful
At least in the eyes of Darkness
The Darkness could never
Speak of his Love
The gods would punish
The Mortal girl
To punish Darkness
Darkness could not bear
To see her sad
To see her in pain
So he endured
The pain in his heart
He felt when he
Saw her happy
With another man
The Darkness longed to hold
His Mortal Love
He longed to show her
How dear she was to him
But he feared what would
Be fall her
If he did
So he s
SatedSated11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Sated, she said, and bowed to the grave
nodding her lips to the thin of the wind
"Now it is june. She is tired of being brave."
Always there, something of missing and him.
Aubades on morning like nebula sighs
clash with the porn star handshakes and slick lips.
Names of the angels so quick fall to rise.
Nothing to know her but broken fingertips.
She nods to the smile and turns eyes so austere.
But the rhyming part of this poem
run run she said to the boy.
run, run, auld songs, old songs.
take your helmet, take your
maybe and take your love and
the following is a
the left and
sides of my brain
there is a pool of oil
on the side of the static road
that i wore church clothes
to see and go
Changes of the HeartLike a caterpillar,Changes of the Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something so simple,
Changing forms and shapes,
Becomes something complex.
But it’s becomes a gift so virtuous,
Undeservingly beautiful and elegant,
And still at the root simple,
Taking my breath away
Right as I whisper the words,
“I love you.”
XS: MSNJack pursed his lips as he stared at the emoticon that had just popped up on his msn page, it was a sheep entitled "You ". It was one of those lazy sunday afternoons and Jack had just spent hours sending back and forth stupid emoticons on the msn.XS: MSN4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Evil Emperor of Darkness Says: (2:34 pm)
Omi's Leader Says: (2:35 pm)
Evil Emperor of Darkness Says: (2:38 pm)
IT IS NOT A COMPLAMINT!! IT IS AN INSULT!! BE INSULTD RAYMUNDO!! >:C
Omi's Leader Says: (2:40 pm)
lol what's a compla mint? it sounds like you'd rly need it.
Evil Emperor of Darkness Says: (2:41 pm)
i meant compliment! you know i did!!!
Omi's Leader Says: (2:43 pm)
you are too easy to mess with XD btw the name's Raimundo not Raymundo
Somehow all this mindless chit chat was the highlight of Jack Spicer's day, it wasn't exactly the topic of their conversations that interested it was probably the fact that Raimundo had a new DP every half hour, and all of them were pretty entertaining t
Train songTrain songTrain song8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rusting bus shelters
a single battered car
waits at the barrier
a train is a cocoon:
both inside and outside
Here is the place
where trees blur the line
between dark brown and azure.
Reflections in the window.
Outside a tiny village station
a single bulb illuminates
a lone kiosk. Silhouette
of a dog in the back yard.
Tracing the outline of what is
no foothills or factories
block the view:
sky kisses earth
on both cheeks.
Memories buried in the soil:
pearl of great price.
left behind between
is beginning to melt
at last, tinted pink
by afternoon dust.
The window of the compartment
Coming OutMumComing Out5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you sure?
You're just joking, right?
You're our child; we'll love you no matter what.
It's not your fault you're like this.
That's okay with me.
Is there anything I can get you?
Get out of this house.
We're your friends; we'll be here for you.
This doesn't change who you are.
We don't want to know you anymore.
Wow, cool, that's so awesome!
I don't want to be like this.
I'm proud of who I am.
I wish it would be easier.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Counting for NothingFourteen hundred paces wastedCounting for Nothing8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
walking to your door,
and every time a pointless pounding
headache - sore, resounding, raw;
what follows next? as you'd expect
a shocking exhibition of
that bloody mix of tears
and spit and semen spilled
across this gritty floor.
and from the day that we last spoke
I've counted twenty-four.
How come I'm your ignored -
you must have grown so bored of me
and now my fingers, gnawed and nails all bitten
paw through scores
of letters better left unwritten -
never sent, now torn and scattered, littered
with my bitter thoughts unuttered,
so utterly distraught I am, I poured a litany of scorn
and longing deep in each and every one of them.
(…oh, no - we didn't speak, we swore).
Now after thirty calls left ringing,
no-one there to care a cringing jilted love's
prepared to fling himself upon his knees
and plead his throbbing need for you
my eyes are stinging full of tears for you,
I'm breathless, sobbing out this creed to you, and
limply clinging to a faint receding
DeadDead7 years ago in Horror More Like This
He hovered over her bed, faltering, unsure of if he should cry out in remorse or cheer in relief. He put a hand to her forehead, and upon feeling the icy pallor that was her skin, he shuddered away from it with a look of repugnance that was absolutely undeniable. With a sneer, he overcame his sudden and overwhelming unwillingness to touch her and snatched her hand in his own, slowly sliding his palm down to her frozen wrist. Just as he suspected: no heart beat there. Another sly smile curved his lips as he dropped her limp wrist, watching as it rebounded slightly from the springs in the bed.
After a few silent moments of staring triumphantly down at her corpse, he turned away, his head immediately gracing his hands with its presence. With an almighty sigh and a heave of his shoulders, he let his head pick up and his eyes wander to and fro. She was dead, yes, but somehow the word seemed only too final for the girl that had ghosted his existence for the past five years. She was a lady of
Escape Hell Dialogue"What are your plans for today?"Escape Hell Dialogue3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Shower. Then escape hell."
"Why are you showering in hell?"
"Hot water. And Satan isn't there yet."
"Is it really gonna be that bad?"
"It's gonna be worse. I just can't handle it right now."
"Do you want me to come rescue you? I can confront them for you."
"Rescuing me would be greatly appreciated. But if you could meet me around the corner from my house that would be better."
"Are you embarrassed of me or something?"
"What? No! You're my angel and I love you more than I can say. But one of their favorite things to attack is why I'm not going out with a guy yet."
"Wouldn't telling them that you have no interest in dicks put a stop to that?"
"It might. But it might also offend them enough to attack me directly. We talked about this; I'm not comfortable with myself to come out yet. That's why I love being with you away from people. I can be myself and it doesn't matter."
"What if you just introduce me as your friend? I can keep my hands off you long enou
Look At The WorldLook at the world. It hasnt really changed that much. It looks much the same as it always has. Its still spinning, which might actually surprise a few people. True, therere a few more brown patches, that sandy colour where there arent any trees but where there should be. But theres still green too, theres still white, the poles are still hanging in there; and theres still one hell of a lot of blue!Look At The World8 years ago in Transgressive More Like This
Look at all the countries. Or maybe not all of them, actually, because I cant tell you what happened in most of them. In any of them except my country. See, after the Explosion, everything, everywhere went crazy. Wars spread and they just kept getting worse and worse. Then the news basically stopped, because we shut off our borders. We didnt let anyone come from Across the Seas, didnt let anyone come from the North; we wrapped ourselves in a big cocoon, hoping that might help. So I really dont know what happened anywhere
between heaven and hell prelougebetween heaven and hell6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Fine. Here, take your reward." The Devil snapped his fingers. The girl that stood before him held herself up proudly. Then pain exploded throughout her back. She winced and clenched her fists, still holding herself up. Her black hair fell into her face as the pain spread through her body, causing her to curl up. The Devil grinned then smirked to see her reaction. The pain faded like hot wax running off her and she could feel power flow through her in its place. Snapping her head up, her storm gray eyes fell upon the Devil standing before her. She stood, never taking her eyes off him, as more power flowed though her. She grinned at him and opened her newly spouted wings. She folded
Slumber - CodladhSlumberSlumber - Codladh8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Determined not to rouse you,
Struggling to fight that urge.
I stay, staring at your exquisiteness,
Gazing at your innocence.
Scrutinising the bead of sweat on your brow,
Following it trickle down your cheek,
Hitting your lips,
Releasing a murmur,
A minor request perhaps.
Let me tend to that necessity,
Closing my eyes, absorbing the thought.
Opening them glimpsing yours,
Chinneadh gan tar éis duit,
Ag streachailt le dul i ngleic go áiteamh.
Fanacht liom, ag stánadh ar do áilleacht,
Ag breathnú ar do neamhchiontacht.
Scrúdú a dhéanamh ar bead de allais ar d'aghaidh,
Tar éis é a trickle síos do ghrua,
Ag bualadh do liopaí,
Tá tú flinch.
Súile damhsa go héadrom,
Scaoileadh le cogar,
Maidir le hiarraidh saorga b'fhéidir.
Lig dom an claonadh a ghabhann leis an riachtanas,
Deiridh mo shúile, an cumha a
The Demons WithinTo kiss the demons within,The Demons Within8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Would be the sweetest sin,
As it's almost surely followed by regret,
I assure you there is no reason to fret,
But to catch the demons within the heart,
Would be as hard as a point on a dart,
But why catch them? They only cause trouble,
To have them would only make your life crumble,
Trust me truly, I think I would know,
The Plastic SoldierThe war with the aliens is lost.The Plastic Soldier8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sergeant Commander Rusty Meadows is MIA and General Georgie is SOL without his beloved commander. Meadows was the greatest of all Georgie's soldiers and without him the condition of the war will most surely turn sour. The aliens will soon come down and eat our brains, Georgie predicted, but they will eat girls' brains first because, although significantly smaller, they taste better. Georgie expressed these thoughts to his older sister Anna over a large vanilla milkshake.
"Oh yeah?" Anna began, pointing a spoon at her younger sibling, "If boys are so much smarter than girls than how come I am in second grade and you aren't even in school yet?" She thrust her spoon into her milkshake in silent victory and smiled at her brother.
Georgie watched the rain fall outside of the diner, momentarily forgetting the war, the aliens, and his missing action figure named Sergeant Commander Rusty Meadows. It was one of those rare September rains where the humidity is so