Between UsI know the earth has such a space to cross toMore Like This
give us just a day; and I'm not
afraid of how far we must go.
I know a soldier is only as far from war
as he is to a stranger's decision.
and I know what a miracle it is for
the sperm to ever reach the egg;
Einstein said the minute is longer
and the mile is shorter on a moving train
than it is at the station.
It must be true
because I know time slows
until I see you then rushes past
Meaning that time moves differently
for some than for others.
What I'm trying to say is, there
are no empty spacesóbetween us,
there's only geography.
And since distance disappears with motion,
let's continue into the next mile,
fall into the next emotion,
and reach our nearest point.
dA love for everyone! #46More Like This
As the title suggests, this news article's goal is to spread the dA love into everyone's heart! You will find here a little bit of everything, from awesome interviews with talented artists, art features, group promotion to random deviants' features. I hope you will find this informative and entertaining!
Interviewed artist: IMustBeDead :iconIMustBeDead:
Tell us what defines you as a person.
I don't like to be defined, that is pretty defining about me.
How did you found out about deviantART and why did you join the community?
I found out about it a couple months after starting photography, I'm not sure how though, it was a long time ago. I just wanted a place to show my work.
we are eternity.Tell me, darling, how do we best count time?More Like This
If you wish, I can reboot my system so we might run through the system and backed up files until we come up with the hard answer. We can have it in Eastern, Central, Pacific or Neverland and still be left with empty numbers. We can cross-divide and carry over our hearts, add the sum of our parts until we're nothing but decimal points flashing on the ambiguous screen. We can disconnect and rewire, throw our cyber-smiles against the wall until it's been reduced to springs and forlorn beeps of the dying machine.
Still, we'll have our answer: thirty days.
Or, if you prefer, I can break my poet's tongue in two and bleed words all over the hungry sheet of paper. I can write sonnets of the wind winding across the continent and limericks of the wolves howling for our distance. I can write songs to make stars weep in the clichéd sky of diamonds. I can compose you poems with phrases strung so daintily together that your nerves will bind and your
InnocenceI see me writing on this paper.More Like This
Praying for some savior.
Wishing to intake her,
And save her
From a world so,
I dont know how we wrought this?
All the love she brought us
I feel like im killing myself
Just killing myself.
Just to pray for some help
Id give it all just to have
Because its all that assures me
Its worth all that hurts me.
Id give you my heart
And id let you just hold it.
Id give you my soul
But i already sold it.
I remember brown eyes
So sad in blue skies.
Im so sick of the fight.
I wont breath, unless you breath.
I wont be, unless you be.
I wont bleed, unless you bleed.
Until im gone and i can sleep again.