Little Miss PopularI’ve been so busy of late and I haven’t been spending the time on here that I once was. To tell the truth I’ve been squandering my hours painting pictures and writing stuff. It’s extraordinary really: I think to gain popularity on dA you have to put in a certain amount of time browsing around, writing comments, and interacting with people. It’s not really enough to paint or write: the art does not speak for itself, it’s the mousework you do. I suppose it’s no different to the real life art establishment with its studios and private views and exhibitions and manifestos. What art is, is what other people make it into.More Like This
So dA is an online art establishment and thirteenth biggest social media site in the world. That’s encouraging really because it shows that art is still alive and well in this digital world, and is not in danger of expiring. As an art establishment I guess dA has decided to occup
My last post about GamergateI'm a gamer. I play Fallout and Skyrim and Bioshock and indy games like This War of Mine and I love them. I love them despite the fact that game developers pitch almost all of their games to straight white teenagers who like shooting things. I'd rather play games with more strong female characters (fewer damsels and hookers), more depth of character and story and campaign worlds. I want games that challenge me and that I can relate to and that other people can relate to.More Like This
But there's a group of anonymous people called "gamergate" who want to keep women out of the gaming industry and have sent death threats, rape threats and even threats of mass school shootings. They might tell you that it's not really about keeping women out, but instead is about "fighting SJWs"... which is code for fighting against people who want to talk about sexism in games. They might also tell you that it's really about "ethics in jounalism"... but it turns out the only journal
RandomI was so annoyed. I had just received a note and then I discovered my account had been suspended. They took down a couple of favourite pictures of mine, one of Nude Taylor, even my Deviant ID. There was no way to let you know what had happened. I could read your comments and notes, but I was unable to respond to them in any way. And I missed you so much.More Like This
It got me thinking about what I’ve been doing on dA anyway. I guess I was just getting a bit carried away –people sending me pictures of their private bits and me turning them into watercolours in a low key state of sexual arousal. Or writing saucy notes to you and having little masturbation fantasies with on screen pictures, fingers twiddling, nipples hard, licking the tiny purple nub of an exposed clitoris, sliding my fingers in up to the knuckle.
And hiding away, behind it all with a soft façade of paint and cleverly constructed sentences, as a self-indulgent pas
Meaty MessageMeaty message-More Like This
"Hey man, I thought perhaps you might be able to shed some light on something;
Where does one start with getting into your world? illustration? Animation? General fine art? I’m 28 and looking at rebooting my life by advancing my favourite lifelong hobby into (hopefully) a better job, but to risk 3 years of my life and upwards of £30k, I don’t want to go in the wrong direction right at the start.
I know you’re USA and I’m UK, but what course did you do? What’s your origin story, and your advice to someone who wants to follow a similar path?
Cheers bro, really appreciate the time you take to read this meaty message.”
First off, sorry for the late reply. I let messages build up and answer when I can. I wonder if you’ve already made some decisions about your direction toward comics and this response is way too late! But regardless, I’ll answer anyway! I’m up in the mid
Death Awaits MeLoneliness is a cold killer,More Like This
and it'll kill me tonight.
Its hands wrap around my neck,
and choke me so tight.
This feeling is too heavy,
I wish my life isn't real.
A never ending nightmare...
Will my heart ever heal?
Tears rush down my face,
and they won't stop coming out.
They tell me to "Get over it,"
but they don't know what they're on about.
Fuck all of their words,
why wait for my dreams to come true?
Can't they see what pain they bring?
I don't know what to do...
Loneliness is a fucking killer,
and it's gonna kill me soon.
Death awaits for me,
as I cry under the moon.
Bite the Poisoned AppleLick down the apple slowly,More Like This
Taste the soft blood that drips down.
Breathe in the scent of the apple
And feel her blood inside you.
Her tears dripped down the apple,
Staining it until it reflects the sunlight.
Chaos flows within the core.
Discord will reign among the world.
You've slain the goddess of war,
Taking away the pride she had in bloodshed.
The undead rise on the path you've created,
Destroying the balance of this world.
Bite the apple to consume its power
And suffer a slow death of hell.
The poison shall make you perish,
Bringing all the evil with you.
Shouldn't This Be Easy? (Reprise)Everything has closed up on my wrist,More Like This
But will they ever open up again
And drag me back down to Hell?
At least I made the right choice
By staying around to face all my problems.
What came out of them though
Was a broken teenage tragedy.
Someone stayed to see me make it through,
Making an escape impossible for me to take.
But this pain still hasn't ended yet;
There's no blood flowing anymore,
Yet the tears will forever cover my scars.
The precious things I've lost before
Came back to me eventually.
That's the benefit of staying attached
To this rotten world of pain.
Do they realize how much torture I had to endure
Before they reached out and saved me?
I will never let it all go,
This life is too hard to endure sometimes,
But I'd rather take the hard path
Since an escape is too easy to go through.
"All it takes is one easy suicide,"
I used to tell myself years ago.
But now that I looked at my own life,
I've decided to keep moving on.
Shouldn't this be easy?
Painkiller AddictionWhat more do you want to know about me?More Like This
I'm nothing more than just a fucked up person,
With a fucked up past and mind.
But don't tell me that I'm forever broken...
With all of the jumps I've taken,
The Grim Reaper tells me that I'm too young to die.
Who can fix my own broken heart and mind?
I was a desperate teenage tragedy looking for an escape.
I was a coward for many years.
Searching for a way to cope with the pain,
The painkillers were the first thing I took.
Addiction finally took control of my body.
For a few months of my final year,
4 hours of sleep while taking 4 pills a day.
No hands reached out to me
As I was trying to drown myself in the pool.
Would anyone grab my hand before I jumped?
The darkness lured me everywhere I went.
I pushed away all of the friends that I had,
Fearing that they were too young to know my pain.
I took more and more and more pills,
But the pain never went away from my heart.
Hiding was the only thing I was good at.
But then I saw that warm light once
To Create a CharacterAre you starting a story? Do you have an incomplete, flawed, or no character at all? It's happened to me many times and in my struggles to perfect my creations, I have learned a few things. I present you with seven easy steps with a challenge each to get you thinking.More Like This
Grab a piece of paper and a pencil. Let's start
Step 1: Past
When creating a character, you must first establish a past. Even a person with amnesia has a past, they just don't remember it. Pasts are important, they show what shaped the person and why they are the way they are today.
If your character has a scar, why? If they have amnesia, why? If they have a phobia of water, why?
Remember one thing: there is always a reason.
Challenge: Write a brief story (vignette) of your character's past to familiarize yourself with the way things were.
Step 2: Appearance
You may have a certain idea, a vague idea, or no idea at all as to how your character will look. First, think of their
Home is Where the Heart is...Home is where the heart is, but I've left my heart behindMore Like This
Torn it all to pieces, and left me broken up inside
I put my heart in 'safe keeping', gave all the parts away
Gave it to people I thought would hold all the pain at bay
They took the piece and thanked me, then put me on a shelf
Home is where the heart is, and my heart's with someone else
Now I'm just a shadow, an empty broken case
Home is where the heart is and I can't find my place
My heart's in many pieces, and I don't know what to do
Still I think it's time I found the pieces and took them back from you
You see if home is where the heart is... then my home should go with me.
If home is where the heart is then with my home I'll always want to be.
Robin WilliamsThank you Robin WilliamsMore Like This
For helping me create happy memories.
Thank you for giving me a great childhood.
Thank you for being Peter Pan, Genie, Mrs. Doubtfire, Teddy, and the nutty professor in Flubber
And so many more characters that I would love to know.
I'm sad that future generations will never see who you truly are,
But we will tell them your stories
And show them your movies and shows.
And we know they'll laugh.
Your time here is over.
Genie is finally free,
Peter is back in Neverland,
And we miss you.
I'll watch all your movies
And I'll cry because your not here any more.
Robin Williams, you made me laugh
Even when I didn't think I could.
Now your gone.
You're never truly gone because,
You are in our hearts
And you will live through us,
I thank you
For all that you've done
And been through.
I miss you, friend.
I hope that your heaven is a stage,
So that you can make even more people laugh.
So, go on.
We'll be ok.
I love youMore Like This
I love you with all my heart
And I don't know how to say it now
You are so far away right now
I miss you
I wish I could feel you hand in mine
Yours lips in my neck like we used to do
I wish we were still together
But time was stolen from us
We let our private lives ruining this
And for that I only can say: "I am so sorry"
I love you don't you ever forget about that.
When I look at myselfWhen I look at myself, I see all the faults. I see the ache. The slightly yellow teeth. I see the chips. I see the dirty hair. I see the eyes full of pain. The wisdom that shouldn't be there. I see the scars. I see the tears. I see the bitten nails. I see the shy girl to scared to talk to people. I see the girl that could be but never will. When I get sad about something it triggers all of my sad or depressing memories. All of the taunting the pain. The never ending torture. I see the truth. That I hate my past. I hate myself to an extent. Whenever someone compliments me I think they are lying. Just to make the poor disabled girl feel better about herself. I was crying today in class. And when two girls asked me whats wrong. I wanted to tell them. I wanted to tell them the truth. I wanted to say "I'm hurt, depressed, angry. I will never be happy. I will never be able to trust. I will never be able to talk to people. Day by day my life is falling apart, I'm scared. I don't know what toMore Like This
HauntedI see her there withMore Like This
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
She's a WriterShe sits at her deskMore Like This
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe...The dark daunting whispers ofMore Like This
bounced off the whitewashed walls of my
And shook me from my resting-
And stole my soul back into the world-
the rest of the lonely dreaming world-
of trouble; chore; of melancholy burden bore.
I paced the floor to and frow;
my heavy awkward steps
slightly out of sync.
My oafish unfacile feet-
my entire body!-
wanted and wished
with the dancing shadows.
To twirl in adept unison
with the tinkling of footfalls
lightly treading upon the tufted floor.
However, my timing was as raw as my talent.
And as for my balance-
Could not be ignored.
And so I weaved ‘round the black withering forms.
Profound finesse: a fake façade I wore
whilst my lower limbs quivered and quaked,
and to my knees-
I hit the floor.
With faltering fiery flame;
I accomplished poise
upon fluctuating knees:
on the blanched floor.
My will to rise aga
BonesShow me now your snow-capped hillsMore Like This
The mists that swirl off forgotten waters
An endless sea of verdant green
Where starlight may dance and gleam
Show me now colors no human eye has seen
Swirling against deep night sky
Where frolic creatures I've never known to be
Set against shores that are not mine
White granite cliff sides too high to comprehend
Overlooking the place where bones come to lay
To see stories I've never learned meet their end
And wonder how they may have found their last days
Build me now a home lost deep in time
Where no booted feet have tread
So that one day the bones may be mine
And another may wonder in my stead
BookshelfMy bookshelfMore Like This
Covered in books and dust
Half faded pictures full of memories
Memories covered in hate and pain
I can't remember the last time I enjoyed these days
The days aren't moving forward, but back in my mind
It isn't like the future will make me kind
My kindness left many miles ago
my brakes don't work anymore
I can't stop and look around
Around my mind that is lost on the road
I keep going and going, getting frustrated
Frustrated about time and where it's going.
The past is gone, the future is yet to come...so I wait
and stare at my dust covered bookshelf.
Thank YouI am thankful forMore Like This
How a professional footballer
Is still a professional footballer
Even though he went to prison for rape.
I am thankful for
The number of kids I know
Who cut themselves
Because life is too much.
I am thankful for
The unarmed, retreating black kid
Shot in the back by
An unpunished police officer.
I am thankful for
The number of people
Who are starving to death
In the land of plenty.
I am thankful for
The Westboro Baptist Church
And every other person who uses religion as an excuse for hatred.
I am thankful for
All the gay people
Who have been beaten
Just for daring to love.
I am thankful for
All the transgender people
Who have been beaten
Just for daring to be themselves.
I am thankful for
Who put an insentient fistful of cells
Before a living, breathing human and disregard their autonomy.
I am thankful for
The teenage girls
Starving themselves to death
To look like an impossible model.
I am thankful for
All the little girls
Anxiety attackAs the attack begins,More Like This
I feel myself slipping away again.
And I question things that are better left unsaid.
And contemplate if I am better off dead.
My anxiety is killing me,
I feel my hands shaking.
And I am sobbing.
And am I dying?
I am just trying,
To get a grip.
But I feel my reality slip through my finger tips.
Nothing is real,
Except every bit of pain my mind forces me to feel.
Every memory that I had shoved away.
Is now racing around my brain.
It's driving me insane.
And my limbs turn to jello.
Every time my head hits the pillow,
Before I go to bed.
I start to panic and I am wide awake instead.
More thoughts are swarming around like a hurricane.
Make it stop!
And just like that,
The attack is gone.
WordsWords can mean a little,More Like This
Words can mean a lot.
Sometimes it's what you make of them,
Sometimes they're all you've got.
Words can make a difference,
They can change a person's life.
They can send the world to war,
Or end a victim's strife.
"We are masters of the unsaid words",
Be sure to choose them well.
For cruel words can linger,
They can turn life into hell.
Goodbye again, friend.I thinkMore Like This
I just lost
my best friend.
I am his tie to the past
He is my bridge to the future
He cut the ties.
I crossed the bridge.
Maybe, this time
We will be able to move on
without each other.
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-More Like This
could only hurt
anyone who got
she held what
Full Circle ~ SUNDAY SPOTLIGHTMore Like This
The moment. by HaikuMagician
The Child And The Preacher by xxdraxxLift The Moon Into The Sky. by InvokingBreathe Love Like Air by NathanielFlyingOwl
The Great Thief by PhabiannThePoetA Trap by satyam9999Beauty by streetcamera17
Nature's Senses by mvdirectorWords. by I-slay
Karma by Elizabethjunean
Curated by :iconadrrar:
ForeverYou asked meMore Like This
how far I would go
for you but you never took
that the earth is round so
I’ll end up
Fishing for starsI do not haveMore Like This
a pure heart
so even if
I collect a thousand stars
they would not
grant my wish
though I too
do not wish
to burden the stars
with my hopes and dreams
as I want them to continue
to burn brightly
with no ill
then when they fall
I will not be at fault
as it was not I
for their help
Dear innocent stars
grant the wishes of those
you deem worthy
and may they smile
when their dreams come true
My heart wishes to travelEmotionsMore Like This
do not belong here
so I pulled my heart out and
threw it out the window
g e n t l y
on fragile wings
But its wings gave up,
the world's expectations were
too much for it to bear,
and it came
But it won't give up.
My heart won't give up.
It continues to beat
against the path
I do not know
where my heart would go
but I do know
I am me. Who are you?I am fragmentsMore Like This
of every person
I've met; every
memory made; every
bond formed and tie broken.
I am an orchestra
of people's opinions;
each snide comment
each casual remark
each passing compliment
I am a library
of forgotten lies
and fake smiles
and empty promises.
I am a sky of hope;
filled with stars
which carry the wishes
of the people I have encountered
I am never alone
for their influence will forever
taint my soul and
remind me of their hopes,
dreams and pain.
This is who I am.
Who are you?
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,More Like This
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.