Introducing Sketch This: Daily Drawing ChallengesDeviantArt is excited to announce Sketch This – daily drawing challenges encouraging artists of all skill levels to explore new techniques, emotions, and subjects with their art, while having fun interacting with the DeviantArt and SketchBook communities. Sketch This is directly integrated inside Autodesk® SketchBook® mobile app for iOS and Android.More Like This
DeviantArt is excited to announce Sketch This – daily drawing challenges encouraging artists of all skill levels to explore new techniques, emotions, and subjects with their art, while having fun interacting with the Devian
The Weeping WillowEach night I find myself sitting against the tree,More Like This
hating myself; Locking my heart and throwing away the key.
I sit there and wait, just hoping for the someone who may care.
No one ever comes, nor will they I am aware.
I sit beneath the weeping willow,
It's leaves and shade make my soothing pillow.
Aye, my tears are just fuel for my restless dreams;
Then again, my existence is nothing as it seems.
It all began from a time I am unaware,
I had no friends, no love to share;
My heart shattered, the core went rotten.
My happy days long since forgotten,
my desire in life is simply to die.
I'm sick and tired of having to be in agony and cry,
my parents, family, classmates; they just build it.
They look at me as a mistake, best to fix it.
They hand me the rope and the chair with a smile,
they play it off like they care for a while.
Then they shut the door and sit by the bay,
"Whatever happens, happens" they always say.
The disappointment on their face when I live,
I must be a curse they
They KnewChildhood......More Like This
Does mommy and daddy know?
As I play outside alone
talking to what looks like nothing
Does mommy and daddy know
about my new friends?
Are they watching me play?
I hide with them in the trees...
until I'm called in for bed
Mommy takes my hand
she sings lullabies
she says prayers
“be good, for god is always watching”
but does mommy know god?
Who is god...
does god know why I can't make dreams anymore?
The water comes every morning
eyes barely open
mommy comes and wipes my eyes...
“can I stay home mommy?I feel sick mommy....”
Holding me tight in her arms as she walks me to the bus
I see mommy wave, I see my new friends fade
the friends I met cannot come with me to school..
I do not want them to get hurt too...
Do the teachers know?
Why I arrive late every morning
“hiding in the bathroom again?” they would ask
as I sat in the back of class uninterested in what they say
Do my “friends” know?
Why I sit at lunch
Midnight SongsHe is a soloist,More Like This
With waves keeping time
And the moon as spotlight.
I'm the only audience, and with him I
Sit on the shore.
The wave is loud,
But somehow I can hear his voice clearly
And the whale's harmony.
He never writes songs,
The notebook keeps not his plans
But his creations
I'm the only one who listens, and to him I
Say how I feel.
I'm not majoring in music,
But I know his songs are beautiful
As the whale harmonizes.
I'm the only one who knows his songs, and with him I
Discuss the lyrics to those.
His pronunciation isn't perfect,
And I never know if my version of lyrics
Is the same with his;
But deep down, I know his songs are about me
As his voice echoes in the ocean
And intertwines with the whale's.