Valentine's Day Art Exchange!More Like This
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WatercolorWatch depthRADIUSMore Like This
Foreword by techgnotic
Christopher Behrens, the 7-year deviantART member contributing this wonderful history of watercolors to depthRADIUS, along with curating artists and interviews, is a modern renaissance man held in high regard by fans of his unique artistic vision. He is an independent filmmaker, author, and a masterful watercolorist in his own right. His gallery of works can be perused here.
Watercolor by ctbehrens
he history of painting begins with watercolor as it is the oldest painting med
Devil's TreatsShe had a breakdownMore Like This
Outside of Memphis
In a neighborhood too dark to see
She called on Jesus
"Please, come quickly!
I'm out of cigarettes and gasoline."
By the morning
She was rescued
And on the Mtrack to Colorado Springs
Lord, she kept crying
She said, "I think I'm dying...
Back in Jackson, I left all my things."
Now, she's walking
It's after midnight
She's drinking cheap wine on the L.A. streets
She knows the reason
For all her heartaches
But she's a sucker for the Devil's treats
On paper.On paper my thoughtsMore Like This
And I'm able to say
the words I can't speak.
As if it's my special journal
only for me and you to read.
Letter to letter
word to word.
I'll tell all my secrets
LoveLove isn't romantic walks on the beachMore Like This
Love is learning to accept and not preach
Love isn't falling asleep in his arms
Love is reassuring all qualms
Love isn't watching the sunset at dusk
Love is knowing she smells of musk
Love isn't buying her flowers each day
Love is saying the things hard to say
Love isn't writing a cheesy love song
Love is accepting that sometimes you're wrong
Love isn't easy and sometimes you're scarred
Love is a battle and it can be hard
Love isn't always the things you'd expect
Love is trying not to be circumspect
Love can be found for all walks of life
Love is not just for husband and wife
Love can be seen between friend and friend
Love is a treasure that lasts to the end
Love is as difficult as you make it be
Love is for you and love is for me
Love Potion No.999Love Potion No. 999More Like This
In the remotest corner of a wood
In a cottage made of pine
A woman of rare beauty* stood
Busy with tasks whether for evil or for good
After all, 't was her design
She was not a very tall person
She stood only 4 feet 9
Before her stood a cauldron of iron
Into which she sprinkled many things
Flower petals, aspen twigs,
Fragrant tidbits, pieces of figs,
Most of all, butterfly wings
Then she stood and blended them
Until she was certain it would be fine
"Ahhhh, it will be ready soon,
My love potion 999!"
Then she hurried off to find her lover
We all know what was in her mind
"Beloved! Try this for me, please!"
Mirage of a Desert Rose.The mirage of a desert roseMore Like This
its beauty was a foreign sight
its courage was a legend old
a jewel, no fool could have wore't-right.
A scholar wrote of its omnipotence
'omniscient its beauty was magnificence
not spited as the impotent, its pure timid nature
eluded those who sought its innocence'
many spoke quiet words of ignorance,
and those unable just labelled and loathed.
Invigorated by the vigor such a glimmer
of eternal inner-bliss, as the page unfolds
to dimmer lips, unspoken. what lies is a mystery unsolved.
Beauty was the inner-seed now forever whole
and though we'd forever bleed
beauty was the weathered soul.
Rippling red, ripening
the elegant rose now weaved,
in exuberant excitement reads;
the heart that opened and the rose that conceived.
The Man in the LinesStanding before us lies a gateMore Like This
Leading to a world filled with hate
We must begin carefully
Taking steps steadily
Least our dreams shredded and ate.
The path ahead leads to the Light
Though its stones are not of good sight.
You will discover then
What Life has truly been
When the time comes for you to fight.
When you find yourself in hard times
Crying yourself in sorrowed chimes
I will always be
your sweet melody
Written forever in these lines.
he cried because no one cried for himI found Death crying in the alleyway underneath my apartment window. He crouched, shaking and whimpering out his little mouse of a cry that was muffled by the rumbling cacophony of city night life. He didn't make himself seen and, like the child he was, huddled down and hid his face with his mitten-covered hands.More Like This
Death made eye contact with me as I watched him from the fire escape. He stared with bright blue eyes perfectly framed with long eye lashes. The chill bit and reddened his nose and cheeks, and his tears left frozen paths of black ice against his face. I didn't mean to, it was an accident, he pleaded with me.
I watched him as he shamefully picked up his victim, a tiny little kitten that was half frozen and curled tightly into itself. He tried to stroke it back to life, begging and pressing the small animal into his plush winter coat.
I'm sorry, he lisped, wiping snot onto his sleeve as he cradled the corpse like a beloved baby doll. My eyes followed his tiny
Ferrets on ParadeMore Like This
Once upon a mountain on a very early day,
A ferret went to town in her usual happy way.
She dances and flips and she leaps and spins around,
Always knowing where her toes would touch the ground.
She tripped then she tumbled,
And fell in a bush of rose.
Standing up she mumbled,
"Now I've got petals up my nose "
Here I sing alone with new friends to be made,
Awake you sleeping sparrows, there's a ferret on parade!
In a little valley on that same early day,
Another happy weasel went outside to play.
Her arms are full of toys and they are unlike all others,
They are real and alive and they come in many colors.
With a giant grin she riddled,
"A Ferret I am and Something is my name."
"Meet my friends," she giggled,
"I'm sure they're all insane!"
Here we sing together with our friends we have made,
Get up you dozing dogs, two ferrets are on parade!
Beyond a broken tower and on that very day,
A warrior went to battle with a beast he was to slay.
The gleam of a shield and a mighty sword in
*flailment*THE OFFICIAL SPECIES FEATURE JOURNALMore Like This
'Tokotas', created by noebelle
:iconTokotas: wolf/bears, how cool is that!?
I hope you don't mind me linking your Tokotas in my species feature journal. I'll remove them if you'd prefer me to not to
'Skydogs', created by Drodengera
(got two skydogs myself! ...well, not officially. But will be two after my custom is done!)
'Sea-Dogs', created by Kira-Koala !!
'Grimoirekin', created by FlightyFelon !!
Demyx Lets It GoWaves churn white on the ocean tonightMore Like This
And there’s no one to be seen.
A fortress of isolation -
Am I a prisoner or a king?
The surf keeps pounding
Like this perfect storm inside -
Couldn’t keep it in.
Wouldn’t know I tried.
That’s all I hear, that’s all I see -
“You’re nobody, that’s all you’ll ever be -
Can’t hurt, can’t feel, it’s just for show”…
Well, now I know…
Let it go, let it go,
Don’t hold me back anymore,
Let it go, let it go,
Turn away and slam the door,
I don’t care what you have to say,
Let the storm rage on,
The rain never bothered me anyway.
It’s funny how some distance
Makes everything seem small,
And the ones who once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all.
There’s nothing left for me to prove,
I’ll decide what I feel and what I do!
No chains, no bars, no hold on me…
Let it go, let it go,
I am one with the sea and sky,
Anyone doing Camp NaNoWriMo?Hi there! This year I'll be doing Camp NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) for the first time! I just wanted to know if there was anyone else doing it, who could possibly be my buddy throughout the whole thing. (whispers we can talk about our characters together )More Like This
The novel I'm going to (attempt to) write is called Animalia, which is still a working title. It's basically about..wait, I'm lazy, so I'm going to copy and paste the synopsis.
"Since the dawn of the human race, the animalia, a race of people born with two souls: one that is theirs, and that of an animal, have coexisted with humans, living alongside them in hiding. However, now there is tension amongst their ranks, rumors of another Great War, and a prophecy that will force the worlds of humans and animalia together."
Welp, that's about it. I have characters all drawn out, and I have SAI open right now and am working on the cover (heh). I think my novel has a unique series of events: it starts with the (still unnamed
Personal Demons“Do you even know what a demon is?”More Like This
Archibald Feeney had never considered himself an overly religious man, but he attended church every now and then, and read the gospel if there wasn’t anything good on the telly, and even said his prayers if there was a lull in his bedtime preparations. It was, however, still a bit of a shock to him when he ran face to face with his religion.
He had popped into the local pub for a fish and chips, having been late from work and disinterested in cooking. There might even be a pint in it for him, though he tried not to succumb to those urges too regularly. No more so than the vicar anyway, who stopped in every Saturday, as regular as clockwork.
It was while Feeney was nursing his lager and waiting for his meal that something came in and sat beside him. It was tall and lithe, with reddish skin that was only beginning to show signs of peeling from a mild burn. It wore no clothes, but its bottom half was clearly quite goat-like. The brown
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlMore Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
You Will Not Read ThisWhen a writer puts his soul and passion into his work.More Like This
It will go unnoticed, often because of its length.
It is a rather sad fact, but a truth nonetheless.
For the simple emotions conveyed in just a few words,
Often hold more sway with those who are emotionally swayed.
There is no depth of the heart, nor a single thought spared.
For the effort placed into a piece that forgoes the winning edge,
For a hint of true meaning.
You will not read this piece and I will not expect you to.
It will not be popular or famous, nor will it see the light of day.
For length is the bane of true poetry,
And that is why so many of my kin have already left.
Thank you however, for reading this;
For you at least took the time to see what I would consider 'truth'.
It is bitter indeed and intensely sad,
But for the you that respects this, I am eternally glad.
-Chen, 23rd May 2014
Spelling CountsThe line read:More Like This
"Fallow your heart",
I wondered what more there was to say.
Fallow your heart, leave it
empty and waiting for a season
so love can grow, nourished,
in a replenished, whole ground.
Fallow your heart so it does not become
Worn and barren with overuse.
The line read "fallow your heart",
but the poem, overworked,
meant only "follow".
Please remember that spelling counts.
Stop.......ASKING FOR FREE ART!More Like This
I have actually never been this irritated. Just, people what the actual hell. :iconwthplz:
I dont know how many notes and comments I have gotten asking me to draw them shiz. Whats worse, is that people will guilt trip me into thinking I should draw for them.
NO! I WILL NOT FUCKING FALL FOR IT!!!
I have before, thinking you were my friend. But as soon as you got your art, apparently I didnt exist anymore.
The people that make me a "gift" or "donate" points (without me asking them to, mind you), then send me a note a day later "erm I drew you a gift/i gave you points......when could I expect something in return".
Then there are ones who will note you their OC references, expecting you to just draw them like bam. :iconwthplz:
Seriously like, no. NO. NO.
How long have you watched me? A day. A fucking minute? How many times have you commented on my art, or at least fav'd it.
I am over this
Culpeo babbles: German Stereotypes(How to make your movie villain more badass?More Like This
Easy. Make him German. 8D)
You probably know this situation: You need to do serious stuff, work on very important things, or simply get your shit done. Then you turn on the scourge for mankind a.k.a the Internet because you're a master of procrastination and want to look up something. Just for a moment.
After reading a Wikipedia article about sharks, two hours later you end up with a site about how to build bombs. Or watching cute animal videos. Most likely both.
With me, it were neither sneezing pandas nor bombs but Disney songs on Youtube. From time to time i just feel the urge to cherish some good old childhood nostalgia again and what would be better for that than watching openings of the old tv-shows you loved or the ever popular songs from Disney, Dreamworks and friends? Disney songs in particular are perfect for that.
After a while and because i mostly see the links on the right, i continue with Disney songs sung in other languages fo
PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.More Like This
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't you done it yet? Do you think it's impossible?
Flying for us was impossible until airplanes were built.
Now, the question is- how do we stop the personal catastrophe of death?
The logical answer is - science!
We can slow death down using modern medicine, and we can stop and reverse some accidental causes of death.
Aging is one cause that we cannot currentl
Are You?I'm sorry,More Like This
that I'm not
I'm not a supermodel.
that I'm not
I'm not a comedian.
that I'm not
that I'm not
that I'm not
I'm not perfect.
InkveinsWhen ink started flowing through my veinsMore Like This
I became truly happy.
When ink started flowing through my veins
I couldn't be sad.
Because death is peace.
Peace is happiness.
And ink instead of blood will kill you.
namelessYou know that kidMore Like This
That sits behind you?
You remember him, don't you?
You made fun of him
Because his clothes were funny
You don't know
His family is poor
You imitated him
Because he has a lisp
You don't care
He can't help it
You laughed at him
Because he can't read
You don't wonder
Why no one cared to teach him
You glared at him
When he tried to talk to you
Because you were embarrassed
That it hurt him
You saw him
Sitting alone at lunch
You stayed with your friends
Ignoring his existence
While he ate in silence
You saw the other boys
Pushing him around
You kept on walking
Pretending not to hear
While he suffered
He didn't come to school today
But deep down you know
Do you know what he was like?
What he liked to do?
What he wanted to be
When he grew up?
You learn his name
By reading the announcement
For his visitation
Star SwallowerShe'sMore Like This
her head, a stadium drowning with applause.
yet its seats are empty like the notebooks
where armies of words should be marching.
instead she dismantles clocks
thinking she can play with time.
behind the mountains lurks a darker reasoning
a twisted labyrinth of rationalizations
hidden from the suns brilliance.
Years alone beneath the bleached fluorescent
reading those already dancing in the moonlight.
she is living a literary half-life through them
hiding from the symmetry of the writer.
licking salty rocks of excuses.
saving her secrets for posthumous excavation.
decades of productivity left for moths to chew.
you're throwing coffins into the sea
with each day that passes wordless.
denying us the sweet whistles from inside your skull.
meaningful, impacting stories only you could pen.
Stop climbing broken staircases
towards the pale summer stars of obscurity.
these are still fruitful years of beauty.
remove your armor.
claw beyond your fears.
allow us into your wonderla
SnapIf I don't existMore Like This
Surely it won't hurt you
If I shatter the bones in your face
And if I'm just a lie
Surely you won't notice
If I put you back down in your place
And if I'm just a myth
Surely it won't scare you
That you don't even know I'm around
And if I'm just pretend
Surely it won't harm you
If I put you away in the ground
And if I'm none of these things
And I'm something quite different
A person, just like one of you
Does that scare you so much
That you'd maim us and kill us
For proving your worldview untrue?