Cancer has a smell.Old classics,More Like This
the half cup of
peppermint ice cream
sitting in your freezer
for weeks, and cat litter.
He won’t eat anymore,
but there are
piles and piles
of dirty dishes
sitting in the sink.
before your eyes.
You can wrap
your whole self
around his tiny bones
You can hold him
like he used to hold you
all those years ago.
And you are angry.
You try to find
You hate doctors,
and you hate
You have to force yourself
to stop crying,
This is the one person
who’s always had faith
He’s read every poem
and hoarded every award
you ever won.
You ignore statistics,
Never Let Him Look South WestThe distance between Dublin and Boston is approximately 3000 miles. You told me this when you were staring south west with the kind of madness I have only seen in sailor’s eyes when they lived in lighthouses too small for their giant ship dreams. It should have worried me, that glint in your eyes. I just dismissed it as one of your navigational tantrums.More Like This
When we went to the pub later that evening, you told me I should have the fish and chips, but the way you like it, with more vinegar and no tartar sauce. I said that made it too salty, and you told me that was how real sailors ate their fish. My reactions always were slow to your behavior. I believe the expression ‘at sea’ was applied more often than not when you spoke.
I never thought that the walks you mentioned on the beach when we were children had any more to the idea than the romance of it all. So when you told me you belonged to the sea, I thought you were talking about your soul.
It never truly meant anything
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
I'd LoveI’d love to love you if you let meMore Like This
I’d quickly fall apart for you
I would take all that you found heavy
And bear your burden through and through
I’d love to thaw you out in winter
And see you smiling every day
Though you might act cold and bitter
I’d see the warmth you hide away
I’d love to lie with you through sunrise
I’d watch the colours change with you
I’d love to love you for my whole life
If you could only love me too
-lonelinessMore Like This
when you find yourself
in a crowd of familiar faces,
the struggle for breath
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.More Like This
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
MaskShe wears a mask like it’s nothing.More Like This
Sometimes I forget it was made by demons.
I forget there’s a person living behind it.
flyover state, flyover heartthere's almost nothingMore Like This
left of august, or me -
just fat, humid yawns that
cling to the asphalt and
vinyl sidings of houses
prettier than any autumn day.
chlorined kids rise from the
tanned wake of public pools,
clothed in school uniforms,
counting the new freckles
they've earned like war badges.
the nights i can lay in my
underwear beneath spider web
blankets while my wheezy fan
oscillates and whispers dusty
stories are numbered.
but i'll hold the moon
as it crests over summer's
dying vigil, my arms high
around it's wondrous girth.
i'll ride the heat into the
ashes of three months spent
dreaming in fevered euphoria.
i'll lead the impassioned
thousands down margins tucked
into a waning, wailing cry.
and i won't rest, even after
august is buried between blue
lined composition pages in a
coffin of lead - a memory with no
scent becoming one without a heartbeat.
Sad poems need pretty titles.April was lungs weak of blue, andMore Like This
scalpels held in heartless,
You told me you were no coward
that the seas and the oceans
whispered in your ears and told you
only the bravest of men
deserve to kiss their beds.
May passed too quickly.
No time for mourning
when I gained ten pounds
of pure muscle
holding up your stars.
People asked too many questions.
People told me I was strong.
One day in June
you woke up to a skeletal frame
that wasn’t yours and the biggest,
strongest ribcage I’d ever seen.
I had cornfields in my eyes;
You misplaced your anchor
and your mind.
My life cancerA poison called cancerMore Like This
I'll die with this smell on my lips
The smell of your silk hair
The smell of our laughs
Even from beyond, blinded by black sun
Through dazzling darkness
I'll see your shining smile.
Once my heart will hush
Into the deafening silence of death
Your cheerful voice like an echo.
My memories will sink into an endless void
Walking amid the lands of damned
Only your hand to guide my heavy steps.
Though sealed forever in my ebony coffin
The pain - stabbing the body I once had,
Tearing my soul apart, finishing my late brain off...
I'll howl silently, afraid that one day
You'll ever forget me.
Power of ChoiceChoice is Will. Will is Power.More Like This
A choice can change everything in a second of an hour.
Your choices are your own to make.
They are the fruits of soul and spirit.
A choice must be thought of wisely
Other lives may be entwined in it.
what am iIt'll be interesting to see if you guys have changed your opinion about my artwork. Hope you guys will give me some feedback!(:More Like This
A Normal Artist - You are a typical, everyday artist who wants to dotheir best and I have neutral feelings about you as a person.
An Improving Artist - Your talent is obvious, but it is not perfected. There are many things you can fix about your work, but that doesn't mean you aren't wonderful already.
A "People's" Artist - You do what everyone WANTS you to do. You tend to work more on things everyone else wants than what you want to. If
the community doesn't like it, neither do you.
A Compassionate, Caring Artist - You are an artist who does what they can to help other people, even if it means putting down everything you're working on to help someone in need. Your art is great, but your heart is greater.
An Idol Artist - You are an artist I look up to, get inspiration from, and sometimes I wish I had your talent.
Never EndingIt's always winterMore Like This
Where I am from.
The snowy white piles
Never leave sight.
Brings us such plight
Constant winter, constant ice.
We long for summer
To shine it's light.
Heat up our lives
No silent nights.
But it never comes.
We live alone.
The snow will fall.
An endless winter.
Love StinksWhen you are feeling sadMore Like This
what's the sense in romantic songs?
Love is good, they say...
Did I learn it all wrong?
Heart is an attention whore,
love is a vanity game,
romantic stories are just lies -
Now cover your face, and hide the shame.
Forget the trifles and common sense,
remember this one thing:
No one cares about your feelings,
love is rotten and it stinks.
Valentine's Day? UGHA blood-colored box in the shape of a heartMore Like This
What an ironic way to express a poisonous dart
Well perhaps that might be the best way
To also show how love doth decay
So here I stand with my little red box
Crimped firmly shut with bleeding locks
Digging a grave with a blackened spoon
I bury this trinket under the glow of the moon
No love for me, not for even one day
So to all I whisper: screw Valentine's Day.
UntrueOur love has become a long, pallid interstice,More Like This
An extra audacious lie.
We were rhythms of elusively canonized hope-
Hope, of the future.
You and I both fell sharply
To its wicked incantations,
Excited by those obtuse visions;
Now they are but paltry.
Our few words
Are now manifolds of acerbity.
Yes, the kisses and the hugs were savory;
Just pulling of puppet strings, controlled by hormones
Our paths have split at the fork
Separating this feigned love-
This lust obscured, haggard love.
I bid you farewell with a wind carried kiss.
She always fell for boys who needed saving.She always fell for boys who needed saving.More Like This
Giving them kisses in the dark
to numb their headache from
drinking too much and yet
not enough to kill lust.
She was always adored by boys, who,
if given the chance, would rebuild
the world for her.
But she wanted to be the heroine
and refused to see
she needed saving, too.
I'm Only HumanI'm only humanMore Like This
I make mistakes
Yet I'm always trying
To save some face
I'm only human
I lie and I cheat
Yet I will never
I'm only human
I whine and I cry
But it doesn't mean
That I won't try
I'm only human
I make mistakes
But I give it my all
No matter what it takes
Butterfly LullabiesIts the first day of school when you really dont knowMore Like This
Who you will meet or how it will go.
Its an exam on a day when your not quite prepared.
The pen meets the paper but the answers are scarce.
Its going to sleep when you know the next day
Your best friend might just lead you astray.
Its the first time you hold your lovers hand
Squeezing as tight as you possibly can.
Its that feeling you get before your first kiss
Close your eyes and pray that you just dont miss.
Its that feeling I get when I look in your eyes.
You knew it was coming
Dont act surprised.
LonelyHis story always begun back at the beginning.More Like This
Nothing but the soft hum of the Tardis, and the flickering and somewhat dimming glow of the computer screen causing a gentle flicker of light within the Tardis.
He adjusted each control, one after the other, in a perfect motion and without mistake, only to redo it within a few seconds, trying to distract himself from the emptiness which shrouded him. The cool air which brushed about the silent machine.
His fingers clasped into the controls of the Tardis after readjusting it for the third time that minute, his grasp tight enough to cause his knuckles to begin to turn white as his breaths fell short and his eyes lowered themselves to the ground.
Humans were so advanced. But the few things they couldnt cure were the most important. Death, and Loneliness. Nothing could buy a solution to either. No amount of struggling and fighting could defeat them.
Living forever was nothing, when you had no one to share it with. No on
The Tale of Philip and IlonwyePrologueMore Like This
My Lady? asked the serving woman.
Yes? the young woman replied timidly.
The ceremony is about to begin. You beset be going soon. The young woman, soon to become a real woman, couldnt believe the spell had worked. The King, her one true love, was in love with her. Their marriage would now not just be an arranged marriageit would be one based on love. She would be loved and love in return.
She took one last look at herself in the mirror. Her gown was more beautiful than a white lily. Covered in delicate lace from head to foot she looked like an angel. Her hair was worn down with a gold band atop her head, accentuating her long black curls as they swept past her waist. Her neck line was just below her collar bone, revealing part of her shoulders and her creamy pale skin. The dress fit like a glove, flowing into a long train
Escape Ch. 7She was blinded by the light of the sun near its zenith. She was a being that had spent her entire life indoors; first in the badly lit or even pitch-black of the confines of the laboratory she had been brought up. And then in the brighter artificially-lit rooms of the vet's clinic, the light of which had adjusted her eyes enough so that she was not blinded permanently now. This sudden brightness was painful; it stabbed at her eyes like white-hot swords, driving her against the wall with a panicked yelp of shock. She squeezed her eyes shut against the radiance, and her instincts seized control of her, banishing the black tentacles of the sucking madness that crept up on her with the sudden turmoil of the light. She ran.More Like This
The sensitive fin on her head guided her without her being aware of it; she knew to dodge to the left, narrowly avoiding a tree. She could feel the roots beneath her paws and she used one of them to leap further. She splashed through a muddy puddle, feeling the moisture
.and like a stone atMore Like This
the bottom of the river
or the sea,
i think life might just be
flowing right past me
.some thoughts get so loud thatMore Like This
you cry out for them to leave;
they scatter like birds startled
out of their trees, before landing
again where they were
and after a while,
you just have to
let them sing
.you're afraidMore Like This
to let anyone
stoke the fire
in your chest
you will burn
.you were life's newMore Like This
work of art;
small easel bones
and a blank
canvas of skin
but he ruined
you over time,
added the brush
of a scar
.your heartMore Like This
not to beat
.everything i hold dearMore Like This
i hold too tightly;
i am so sorry you were
marked when i had to
let you go
.just try not toMore Like This
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
.he stood on the shore,More Like This
and told the sea he loved her;
the jealous wind tore his
voice in two
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-More Like This
could only hurt
anyone who got
she held what
The future?The future?More Like This
Is this what people want?
An ideal world?
But the future I would like to see
Is one full of forests and grasslands
Alive with organisms
A future without ozone holes, industrial waste, polluted air
When nature can take its divine course
Tried and tested again and again
And each time emerging victorious
And that course so delicate
is one we've ruptured
Left to deteriorate...
In the future...
There will come a time
A time when finally
We will learn to solve the problems we make
Because we cannot move forward
When there are holes in our past
ReflectionWe stare searching for protectionMore Like This
Craving endearing affection
Searching in an object, that gives us no response
And yet we stand there waiting
And hopelessly creating
An image of our self, that lacks a fundamental truth
And we’ll continue staring
Our expression shows we’re caring
And hoping, wishing, waiting for something we shall not see
Yes we’re seeking transformation
In an unchanging location
But in the end, the reflection shall not change
TattoosTattoos are evidenceMore Like This
that sometimes we love something
we forever want it embedded
And even if the colors fade,
and the lines become wrinkled
Or even if we form a strong abhor;
an everlasting distaste for it,
the thing we loved
will forever be part of us
For like the ink it's written in,
true love lasts
An Extra HeartHumans are made and born with only one heartMore Like This
But that just doesn't seem right
We have two hands
Two halves of the brain
Two nostrils and ears
Why not two hearts?
For hearts are fragile
targeted in so many ways
Two hearts so that if one stops working, you will not have to wait
in line for a donor
And if you had two hearts,
you could give one away
and still have at least one to support you
Two hearts so that when you give away your heart
Your undying promise
Your sweetheart can hold onto yours
and you can hold onto theirs
Two hearts so that when your sweetheart
breaks your heart
to ash and dust
You can turn around
and stand firm
A heart still beating in your chest
Or perhaps they stole your heart away
Without ever giving it back
or even giving one to begin with
You can still go on living
Living without a care
Ignoring that la
Just For Laughs!Babe I know this ain't going to be poetic or nothing,More Like This
But y'know I just have a need to express my feelings:
*Excessive throat clearing*
Roses be red and them violets be blue,
I'm the only Asian kid in the ghetto;
What's up wit chu?
You lookin' at me like, damn you're fine!
Babe you know you blow my mind.
I may not be tall,
But my height is just right.
I'mma sleep on yo chest,
When you get cold at night.
And if yo boyfriend is big,
Then I'mma run right now.
Cause, I don't wanna look like my face is DOG CHOW,
So uh, I'm losin' my train of thought,
I think this is all I got.
Babe I think you're hot,
Gimme yo number, uh, before you get shot.
I Found A Time MachineI found a time machineMore Like This
of this I must be sure
or something near enough
to allow me
a few more moments of happiness.
I found a time machine
of this I must hope
else my bed has played
a cruel trick on me.
I found a time machine
of this I believe
every time I close my eyes
I see you there beside me
your happy smile radiating
the joy you gave to me .
I found a time machine
this I know is true
and though it only lasts the night
disappearing once reality
decides to yet again curse me,
I want to find a way to keep you
to shelter you from the past
that stole you away
and return you to my future,
to my present,
to my heart.
I found a time machine
to give me what I can't let go
but it only works for me
of this I've come to know
so since I can't bring you
Bag Of DreamsI once knew a boyMore Like This
Who carried his dreams on his back
And kept them together
In a burlap sack,
Which he hoisted
Usually in the same way
That he came,
With a bag full of dreams
A back full of pain
And with nowhere left to stay.
Though so small
carried it all
Without a single complaint,
While his legs seemed to stall
And continually tried to fall
At every bump in the road.
But on the boy walked
He could not be stopped
On his quest to keep his dreams.
So to help him along
I sang him a song
And so sweet
It became a lullaby
And slowly shut his eyes
So he could finally go to sleep.
And while he slept on the ground
I made not a sound
While I approached the burlap sack,
I made small tear
So some dreams
Could escape, if they dare.
I just wanted to help
That bag was too heavy
For any boy to wear.
I knew this
This I did.
So when he awoke
And started to choke
As he realized
That his dreams were gone
They had long since died,
i read about serial killers not saintsshe says, “what are humans made out of,More Like This
if not emotions and quirks and mistakes?”
i think to myself that humans are made
out of sinew and bone and tissue and if god hasn’t
found a way to love us bloodily and morbidly
then he will never be able to look past any
of our self-taught imperfections.
but i say none of this, just nod and smile,
and wonder what it means that to her,
all that i am is a series of mistakes stacked
on top of each other. my entire body is a past
i cannot outrun no matter how many times
i move away and forget my name and who i used
she tries to take away my body, but i have fought
for sixteen years to gain these inches of self-love
and i am proud to stand before her now wearing muscle
and skin. i want to tell her that i am ninety-three
percent star dust and that means ninety-three percent
of who i am has lived in a blackness so absolute
that the only light i had was the one i created for myself.
i want to tell her that’s something i thi
UnfoldYour skin laced with mineMore Like This
A silent affirmation
Time after time
I drown in this salvation
Beauty so unjust
Setting the air on fire
The mirrors beneath your eyes
The carnival of your soul
Overtakes me beyond control
Welcoming the breach of your lips
The cadence of your touch
~In a dreamlike trance
The music of my heart projects electricity
Giving myself completely to you
A fire that never stops its burn
A love so riveting
It storms the galaxy~
A bliss that’s double-edged
Bleeds these waiting veins
For every drop spilt
Is a crimson tribute
To the concoction of this love
Our privileged chemistry
~Close your eyes
Do not hesitate
Swallow me in one gulp
As if I were the ocean
Quenching every thirst you ever craved
The monstrosity of the universe
Rules the divinity of our passion
Parallel to the sun
A sizzling exploration
The world could be ours
If we want it bad enough~
Seize this chance
Cross this line
That once barred the sun
At the Turn of the YearMore Like This
sunda sora aoi mizuumi fukami keri
the blue lake.
hi kara hi e soutairon no toshi owaru
day after day about the theory of Relativity,
a year approaches its end.
basu tei ya dondon mawaｒu udedokei
the bus stop-
wrist watch whirls in a haste
ningyou no tsuya wo kabuseru hokori kana
covering the gloss on the doll-
obscuring the glory of a puppet-
soujiki de hokori mo neko mo kake ni keri
the vacuum cleaner-
chased away the dust
chromaWe were merely children when the stars came.More Like This
They rained down from the sky in a burst of light, like shards of glass pouring down from the heavens. Supernovas blooming in the night sky, petals raining down onto the barren earth - angels, falling with their wings sheathed, glowing, as they glided down. We watched, starstruck, as the glow overtook us - we were mesmerized. We waited with bated breath as the meteors landed, the celestial light subsiding as dark forms started to pick themselves up from the dust.
They moved towards us with an otherworldly grace, their steps leaving no marks on the earth as they descended upon us. Frozen to our spots as they approached, our bodies simply unresponsive in their wake. We were paralyzed. They stretched out their wings, embracing us in a softness unimaginable - a polymerization of silky feathers made of pure light, like a soft touch of a rose petal - and suddenly, our eyes were opened. The world was the same, yet so new, as it was washed with a gl
to myself: past/present/future/fourth dimensionto the girl before speech:More Like This
you are not a prodigy,
despite talent for taking care of yourself.
understanding politics by grade school isn't worth much
being loved is.
having your hand gripped when stumbling.
playful laugh coaxed from your lungs.
bounce as much as you can.
cherish your days of knowing how to land.
to the girl with my fingers:
they aren't as beautiful as they are lost.
shaking; nerves over taken by demons
screaming in the night.
struggling to tear needle away from skin
too crooked to be melodic
not articulate enough to move masses
hoping to find north; seeking direction.
to the girl after healing:
body a battlefield with no monuments,
topographical map of travail.
you have scars;
i am sorry for those.
you've stored love in people
just begging to give it back.
open your mouth; souls speak
yours needs to learn to light up mountains again
to you over there:
i miss you
the way I miss a forgotten memory.
existence is more than physical space.
here i assemble words
GRAAAH~!!!OM****ingG!!!More Like This
My apologies for not being active on here for so effing long. DX
I finally have the inspirations to draw and whatnot, but no motivation or energy to do anything atm.
So anyway, trying to kick my butt into gear here. Finally getting around to responding and commenting on all your hard works.
Unfortunately I'm extremely exhausted and need to go to bed right now.
So I will continue to comment and fave more tomorrow!!
In other news, I'm too lazy to update right now.
Will update tomorrow, M'kay? KAY.
Hope FloatsHope floatsMore Like This
Like a helium balloon
Through the midnight air...
Please come back
Denmark X Reader: Slient and a drunken apologyMore Like This
"Denmark!" you yelled running to the living room, to see your new husband sitting on the couch smirking
"what is it dear" he said in a sing song voice
"where is it" you yelled Denmark put an innocent face
"what's wrong" Denmark said tilting his head, but still had a smirk
"this is the fourth time you stole my underwear" you said calming down a bit, but anger was still within you
"I never took them" he said putting a fake hurt face. you walked over to Denmark and sit beside him. he looked at you confused, you glare at him then sigh.
"bad children should be punish" you said grabbing Denmark and he lay on your lap. you spanked his butt 6 times
"oww-oww it hurts stop" he whinnied you kept spanking him
"where is it" you said in a dark voice
"its in t-the fridge" he said you let go of him and walked to the kitchen. Denmark was rubbing his butt and you were really pissed off. you see you were married to Denmark for 1 month now and he still acted like a kid, like pulling pranks
Store OpenSo excited to announce my new store...... ~open~!More Like This
And it's Black *ahem* Blue Friday so I'm offering 24 hours (from posting this) of 15% off everything! Just use code TeamBlue at checkout! How exciting ^0^
Thanks so much to those people who ordered though my journal last time, glad people are really happy with their prints! I had a lot of inquiries about Christmas ordering, and wanted to streamline the ordering process for both you and me, so I've made a little store for us!
Discover it here: http://DestinyBlue.storenvy.com/
There's lush Prints and Limited Edition Canvasses for you to enjoy ^-^
Who doesn't want prettier walls for Christmas?
Prices are in USA (thought I'm from England) Please go to http://www.xe.com to currency convert
~Last order date for Christmas delivery~
Australia: 4th December
EU & Canada: 8th December
USA: 10th December
UK: 16th December
(+4 days ear
Birthday SurpriseRight so I had mentioned I had gotten a huge surprise for my birthday but I haven't had the chance to write about it...so here we go.More Like This
My favorite animal is tigers...white tigers especially, but they are all gorgeous creatures who deserve to be respected and admired and deserve to be roaming free. I'm a huge advocate for them and belong to the World Wildlife Organization...I wish I could do more with them and one day I will be traveling with them. Was supposed to go this past spring to the rainforest, but sadly, never made it...so anyway tigers...they're a huge part of my life, just like my dolls are, and have been with me since I can remember.
Well for my birthday my mother and brother are giving me a trip to florida where I can interact with a baby tiger. His name is Tony and he is about 15 weeks old. There's a zoo down there that allows people time to swim and play with him, not cheaply, but it's a once in a life-time type of experience because Tony is no longer allowed to interact w
Tagged! :D Yay!!!I have been tagged by the wonderful :iconWrittenInTheScars:More Like This
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1. What is your favorite type of art? (traditional, photography, etc)
~ I'm a big fan of street art (graffiti), and new media, but I have a soft spot for fashion and traditional sculpture.
2. If you could only get one gift this winter, what would it be?
~ A deluxe full body massage from my very favorite spa.
3. Have you ever not posted something on here because you thought it wasn't good enough?
~ Pssh, all the time. x_x Then again, I usually only post photos because I love them. xD At the end of the day, I'm neve
Someone Just Like YouFelix reached a hand out to clasped his miniature refrigerator handle, jerking it open as he ventured inside to retrieve his beloved juice, pouring the contents of it into his minuscule glass cup. The silence of yet another peaceful morning coursed through him, causing the mini Swede to grin contently as he seated himself and shut his eyes, capturing all the sounds of nothing and everything at once.More Like This
A clicking of a door sealing shut caused the fifteen year old to glance upwards from his seated position out past the small windows of his home.
"Felix?" Miss Moore called out, knocking on the Swede's door gently, as if not to disturb him or the state at peace for which the morning had put him in.
"Yes Miss Moore?" Felix called out, standing up and walking over to the opened window and peeking his head out, smiling softly. He picked up the look on his face as he frowned confused, "Something wrong?"
Miss Moore held her hand out at the window, allowing the Swede to climb up onto her palm befo
My dA StoryIt's a niftey lil thing everyone's doin sooo... *aggressively jumps into bandwagon* LET'S DO THIS!!More Like This
Uhhhh not too sure where to start lol I guess a good place to start will be when I first found out about Deviantart. I was in 5th or 6th grade and dA was still young site [only about uhh 5 years old more or less]. I've been drawing since I was 3 years old, but never thought about posting them online [back then I mainly used the internet for playing games on like AddictingGames and such]. I discovered dA via google but never joined until late my 8th grade year when I found out through my then-newfound friend Kiirosan96:iconkiirosan96: that it was actually free to make a Dev profile. So I joined and posted some of my art, which was mostly just fanart and bad fan characters :icontongueblush:. *goes to look for an example to show you* Oh yeah, I forgot I deleted them.... oh well I'm preeeeeeeeetty sure you wouldn't wanna se
Painting the Roses RedMore Like This
I would be the only one awake
Excited to visit Wonderland
Where everything is the opposite of reality
I would hug my stuffed rabbit so he can keep me company
As I walk to the end of the hall to the old grandfather clock
I'd sprawl on the ground before it
Next to the tray of cookies and milk
That had started being left there
After the first time I fell asleep in this very spot
I ate the treat and sipped the milk in the teacup
As I waited for midnight
Tick tock, tick tock
Tickety tock, tickety tock
The sounds gave me lyrics and I softly sang the words
The words that lead me to a world of wonder
"Tick tock, tick tock,
Time is lost, time is lost
Tick, tock, tick tock
Forever lost, forever lost
Tick tock, tick tock,
My mind is lost "
And I repeat it until my eyes closed
Then I fell and fell
Down into the realm of my mind
Where anything is possible
It is a dream, but it seems so real
I'm tempted to stay,
Tired.I, am tired.More Like This
Tired of feeling.
Tired of all the hard work of healing.
Tired of failing.
Tired of falling.
I am tired of things,
People, and notions.
Tired of people,
And tired of their motions.
Tired of their talk
Tired of their commotion.
Tired of everything
Inside and out
Tired of hating
Too tired to pout
I just wish,
Wish I could live,
Some place to forgive
Some place to wish
And wish I shall do
Wish to not be tired
Oh, please wish,
The Monster in The MirrorWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
A Pop Culture Interpretation of The Supernatural
Every culture around the world created gods and other mythical beings by mixing and matching fanged and taloned animal parts—e.g., enormous eagle heads on lions’ bodies—human beings have always seemed to need to believe there are powerful and usually quite vengeful supernatural beings lurking just beyond the candlelight.
Supernatural beings come to serve several purposes:
They kept people on the lighted path of truth and goodness, fearful of exploring beyond;
They were a reminder of the punishment we deser
Slender ManWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
The Slender Man
In this season of deceits deceptions & witcheries
I am wary of my following message not being received with the full gravity it deserves. It is not my intention to unduly alarm the deviantART community, but... LaurenKitsune is at this time unaccounted for. All attempts on our part to contact her have failed. It is my hope that she has simply taken a much deserved unscheduled pre-Halloween “vacation” and will be back in online communication soon.
Before going dark, LaurenKitsune was good enough to write and transmit a report on the Slender Man phenomenon sweeping the Internet. That report is published here fo
'Why Are We Even Talking About This?'I get that phrase a lot, that and "over react much?" whenever I bring up ANY issue, be it from a video game, politics, or whatever. There seems to be a lot of people who just don't wanna talk about anything at all, and would much rather these discussions just not exist so they can get on with their lives.More Like This
You'll be unsurprised to learn that I don't agree with that wisdom. In my books, if you don't do anything, nothing is going to happen. If there's an injustice in the world somewhere and you stay silent, that injustice isn't going to fix itself. It will just keep happening. That, my friends, is complacency.
Then of course there are those people who don't believe that the world will ever change, therefor there's no reason to try, and actively try to stop anyone who dares to stand up for something. I can't begin to describe how annoying that mindset is to me. It's almost sadistic in it's very nature, by actively trying to stop people from making the world a better place by being dismissi
Not Really AloneMore Like This
There is something to love about the sweet simplicity of being alone.
Nobody to please or be perfect for,
or to have to share my pillows and popcorn with.
The only lesson I have learned lately is that the lust from strangers,
can not cure loneliness.
But with you, I never feel lonely.
And our playful words become secrets to me,
that mean more than lies like “love” and “always” ever have.
With you, the world stops and no other man exists.
I don’t mind being by myself without you.
Until it’s our time.
I will wait.
I’d wait a thousand birthdays just to hear your voice.
we watch too much internet pornblank, online eyesMore Like This
staring through each others
that mean everything
and say everything
at near imperceptible
he's a claustrophobic,
who whispers with rustled
to restful bradycardia
on secret wishes like
all i want
is for the land
to stretch like the
sands of time
under my feet
but most days
she is too busy listening
for the train rattling the tracks
where his mind races
the only train she's heard
was faint steel static
on a youtube video)
and her eyes are looking for
his eyes full of all kinds
of natural, youthful stars
she ain't seen before
(with strong, bright names like Orion--
not paparazzi-burned Angelina)
but it's all in their head
the walls they need to climb
to live and love and be
that power outages
are not quite the end
of the world
How to start doin commissionsMore Like This
Edit: This tutorial covers aspects related only to your Deviantart gallery and Deviantart Journal. It has nothing to do with the Deviantart's newly implemented points commission system. You can take commissions without using that points system on Deviantart as long as you have paypal.
WHEN IS THE BEST TIME TO START
When you have enough watchers and people interested in your art.
When you have a closely-bounded community around your work/gallery
How many is enough I can't say for sure, because it depends on the community around you and your work. Some artists can live on one patron, others need to live on millions of them.
For DA, I would say typically around 20,000-40,000 pageviews, at least 40-50 watchers on your DA is best before you start considering taking commissions, (because out of that 40-50, you may have 1 person willing to pay, a safer bet is 100 people.) however, if your gallery has explosiv