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DELVE magazine is up on April 2014, check it out! 

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Inspiring Digital Artworks       Try browsing dA. Many of the most popular artworks ever are uploaded in Digital Art gallery. Then have a look at some of the most popular digital works in the last hours and compare them to some other popular deviations from different categories. What do you notice? - What i did a long time ago: there's a difference between them; digital artworks usually have more views, more comments, more faves. And it made me wonder "Why is that?" - Is it because many people are fans of fantasy characters and great landscapes? Is it because they enjoy looking at an enhanced figure or at a reality-defying picture?     
        Of course they do, but that's not the only reason. It's mostly because people appreciate good work and stunning details, which are sometimes harder or impossible to achieve through other arts. It is also because this is the medium that imposes no limits to your power of creation - you ca
Interview with *yangtianli
          Yangtian Li was born in China 23 years ago, but moved to Australia to follow her dream of becoming a professional illustrator and animator for games, magazines and books. She agreed to answer a few questions, so let's sit back and take a few minutes to see what she has to say.


Clown Girl
          
What drawn you towards digital art, paintings in particular? How was your first experience with this kind of art and how long ago was it?
       Like many artists, I have always been interested in drawing since a very young age, it was really just a natural thing. I love animation and I've always been watching lots of animations since i was a child. As I grew, I also found huge interest in comics (manga particularly) and games, and these have always been my inspiration. So my goal was always to become a professional artist i
Thoughts about Photography - part 1In here you will find a few examples of works specific to different types of Photography, followed by various artists' opinion about what they think it's most important regarding their art and how to make it. You will come to see that while on some types of Photography many artists have similar opinions, on others their thoughts differ a lot, so read them all carefully and enjoy the article! - lintu47
Abstract & Surreal

AndyDragonPark says: "Abstract Photography is not something people immediately think about when you tell them you are a photographer. Most people ask " do you do landscapes, action, portraits or weddings". The truth is I do all these things but my favourite is Abstract Photography. Many definitions on abtract art will tell you that an abstract is one without a
Thoughts about Photography - part 2In here you will find a few examples of works specific to different types of Photography, followed by various artists' opinion about what they think it's most important regarding their art and how to make it. You will come to see that while on some types of Photography many artists have similar opinions, on others their thoughts differ a lot, so read them all carefully and enjoy the article! - lintu47
Architecture



canismaioris says: "The most important in Architectural Photography for me is:1. Finding the right perspective. You should always look for an interesting foreground, first plan can totally change perception. 
2. It's good to use wide angle, show as much as you can, use a wide angle lens or make panorama, but this trick doesn't work in every case and situation. 
3.
Thoughts about Photography - part 3In here you will find a few examples of works specific to different types of Photography, followed by various artists' opinion about what they think it's most important regarding their art and how to make it. You will come to see that while on some types of Photography many artists have similar opinions, on others their thoughts differ a lot, so read them all carefully and enjoy the article! - lintu47
Darkroom



pestilence says: "Photography, combined from the Greek words, Φώτο - γράφω, writing with light, as the above sentence suggests the pure essence of photography is light, without light there can be no photography. I have been asked many times what are the details of a good capture, what are the elements that compose a good pictur
Thoughts about Photography - part 4In here you will find a few examples of works specific to different types of Photography, followed by various artists' opinion about what they think it's most important regarding their art and how to make it. You will come to see that while on some types of Photography many artists have similar opinions, on others their thoughts differ a lot, so read them all carefully and enjoy the article! - lintu47
Still Life



AmbientExposures "Still Photography is one of my favorite forms of photography. To achieve better results in still photography or product photography, I use various equipments. These are some of the essential equipments I use in my photography. Tripod: the tripod is very essential to still photography. I find myself working with very high F-stops (8-22) to produce sharpn


Project Educate

















The world of Traditional ArtIntroduction into Traditional Art
by lintu47
          As part of the Project Educate, this article, which is primarily a feature, wishes to bring to your attention some of the most common forms of traditional art. It also includes a short description about each one of them that leads you into the wonderful world of traditional artworks, so you could appreciate the beauty of the examples at their true value.
          Traditional Art represents any art created through the use of real media. It is the most known form of art, as well as the oldest one. Below are the most encountered forms of this art. Enjoy!
Body Art
          Body Art is the art made on, with, or consisting of the human body. The most common form of body art are tattoos, but other types include full body tattoo and body
Typography: An inside lookTypography: An inside look
by lintu47
          Typography is an old form of art, everybody heard about it. But what exactly is typography? Typography is the art and technique of arranging type in order to make language visible while taking various forms, such as animals, objects, faces, hands or more direct inspirational quotes.
          Objects:


          The arrangement of type involves the selection of typefaces, point size, line length, line spacing, adjusting the spaces between groups of letters and adjusting the space between pairs of letters.
          People:
Project Educate: An Interview with popoksProject Educate:  An Interview with popoks
by lintu47
popoks is an inspiring artist living in Germany with one of the most colourful galleries on dA that I’ve ever seen. Her stunning skills and creativity are a source of inspiration to all photographers around. Aside from her well known photos, she also draws, although photography remains her primary way to express her artistic side. I had the luck to be able to interview her last week and below is what I’ve found out.


1) If you could bring one deceased legendary artist back to the current time, who would it be and why them?
Johann Sebastian Bach & Kurt Cobain (because 2 is better than one), although I think it's not necessary to bring a deceased legendary artist back to the current time, since Clint Eastwood and Anthony Kiedes are still around.
Project Educate: An Interview with ^pica-aeProject Educate:  An Interview with pica-ae
by lintu47
Anne is an inspiring member of our community that makes a difference here every day. Her modesty and dedication towards the community are a source of inspiration for all the people on dA. She was kind enough to find the time to answer the questions for this interview. Enjoy!

1) Tell us a few words about yourself.
I am Anne from Hamburg in Germany and currently Community Volunteer for Text & Typography on dA. That means I set DDs from Traditional Art > Typography and Digital Art > Typography.
When I am not on dA I work as a webdesigner.
As you can guess, I love Typography. But I also love chocolate and spring and gather any random information I can get.

2) How did you found out about dA and why did you join the community?
I found dA because I was looking to Photoshop Brushes :B I hear that is quite a common thing to happen :lol: I used
PE: ^Talty about Artisan CraftsProject Educate: Talty about Artisan Crafts
by lintu47
Talty is an amazingly talented artist who does wonders in turning her imagination into reality with her skilled hands. She’s in Mexico, so any passionate traveller or anyone living there should pay her a visit at some point and then prepare to be amazed. I asked her a few questions about what she’s doing and I  really hope you’ll find her answers both inspiring and helpful. Enjoy!



1) Tell us a few words about yourself and the art you're practicing.
I'm Talty, I live in Mexico and I'm studying university. I love cats, food and miniatures! My work revolves around polymer clay, I mostly do miniature food but I also do jewelry and I'm trying to expand into different figurines.

:bi
PE Interview with =agnes-cecileSilvia is, without any doubt, one of the most marking figures of this site. Many thousands love her works and some artists consider her to be the role model of their artistic life. Instead of rambling about how she is a popular figure of this site, i decided to show you what other people think of her.
Green-EyedGhost says: "Her art is inspiring, emotional, brilliant, incredible, indescribable. Her every single work is what actually can be called art. She always inspires me, she is the most amazing artist I've ever seen in my life!"

airheadOMer completes: "...she has a brilliant and copious use of color. All her work is very intricate and lavish while remaining fairly luminous and simple. It has a wonderful flow to it and is, basically, quite beautiful. She has ineffable talent and her work shows that."
With this being said, let's see what agnes-cecile has to say!
You are a very succ
PE Interview with *SoulOfDavid and *mashamaklautDavid is an amazingly talented artist who works wonders using only editing programs... With Photoshop, he portraits some of the most famous celebrities in a way that makes you wonder, are these really paintings, or photographs?

Maria is one of the artists that made themselves noticed on this site through their hard work and incredible attention to details. Her works, both digital and photographic, are of the highest quality. 
These great artists have something in common: they both used to paint traditionally and now they both adopted the digital style. Let's meet them :heart:


You are both successful artists, what do you believe are your most important qualities that made you stand out?
David: I think my style. I'm using Photoshop CS6. It's a new technique, not mentioning my e
PE Interview with =Aida-ArtInna is a young talented artist who paints... digitally! Her personal quote is "Impossible... but doable" and this can also be seen in her works, where she achieves pure awesomeness!


You are a very successful artist, what do you believe are your most important features that made you pop out of the crowd?
That’s a tough one  Personally I think the most important thing is that you need to love what you’re creating. Always put your heart and soul in your creations and make them for yourself, not for public. 

What do you want to express through your artworks? What inspires you the most?
The answer is really simple – my soul. I always express my vision of beauty through my artworks. Beauty is everywhere and I capture it the way I see it. 

In your opinion, the quality of your art depends more
PE Interview with ~ScorpionEntityIulian is an inspiring photographer that i had the honour of meeting in real life. He's on deviantART for more than 6 years now and i got him to answer us a few questions, so you can meet him too!


You are a very successful artist, what do you believe are your most important features that made you pop out of the crowd?
I don't consider myself talented, I practice a lot and still try to improve. First of all, I started photography by doing lots and lots of shot, and those got the attention of the public I might say. In time, I've perfected the concepts, editing, composition etc, but the idea still stands.
I try to do something different with all shots, and the photo sessions to be different from one another.

What do you look for in your models? What qualities do you appreciate the most in them?
Expression is the key to success. Also, the eyes. I believe the eyes are the d
PE Interview with =jane-beataI won't even try figure out how to present Jana, because, as her friend, my opinion only may not impress you, so i'm going to present to you what others think of her and her art:
13-realpeople-42-333: "She makes some of the best art pieces I've ever seen. Really inspiring."
Marts-NZ: "Her work is just amazing, i love coming back to see the immense beauty she creates."

InsomniaSquared: "Her art makes me feel like I've been kicked in the face by a unicorn dancing in a meadow of pansies and fairies. What I meant to say is: really excellent art!" (this is the most original comment i've ever read!)
Aside from praising her amazing skills and works, i will add that she's also a wonderful person, kind and involved with the community, always wanting to spread the dA love to everyone she meets.


First, please introduce yourself to those that might not know you yet.
Interview with ~yuriko-shirouMargarita is a mexican artist that has amazing skills and talent towards traditional art! Her works are brilliant and deserve a closer look, it would be a shame not to stop by to see the works she put so much soul into.


First, please introduce yourself to those that might not know you yet.
Hi everyone! It’s a pleasure, my name is Margarita Luna but I prefer to be named Yuriko. I’m 25 years old, I’m mexican and I am an illustrator. I’m working to be an art professor someday and to do art books as well. Painting and illustration are my biggest passions and I wish to dedicate my whole life to them. 

You are a very successful artist, what do you believe are your most important features that made you pop out of the crowd?
Thanks, I still don’t consider myself successful, so it’s a little difficult to answer but imagining I could be, I c
Interview with *MadspeitersenMads Peitersen is a professional digital artist that lives in Denmark. His gallery consists of unique artworks, so i advise you to make him a visit after reading what he has to say!


First, please introduce yourself to those that might not know you yet.
My name is Mads Peitersen. I am 33 years old and I live in Copenhagen, Denmark. Early in my life I quit highschool in order to pursue an education in Animation, Illustration and Art. Since then I have been working with everything, from Creating art for animation, Tv Series and movies, computer games titles to advertising. Right now I am working for Tactile Entertainment, creating iPhone and Android games. It is very fulfilling and I really love doing it :) It brings out the kid in me, sharpens my creative mind.

You are a very successful artist, what do you believe are your most important features that made y
Interview with *KaduflyerDavid is a Designer/Illustrator – Sculptor – Special Makeup Effects artist. His resume is impressive and diverse: he worked on Clash of the Titans (Senior Sculptor – Creature design), Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince (Sculptor and painter props), Dr Who Series 6 (Sculptor – Creature design – Make up application), Nintendo (Trainee – Puppeteer) and many, many other amazing films and projects. WOW! He's a well refined artist and as popular as he is, he is still a kind and modest person. Let's find more about him and his amazing work from the interview below! 


First, please introduce yourself to those that might not know you yet.
My name is Dave Bonneywell, I’m from England and for the past 20 years I have worked as a professional special make up effects artist for film and TV. 


You are a very successful art
Interview Puzzle    Hello fellow deviants! It's been a long time and no articles for this wonderful project from my part, so i decided it's time to pop up with something new! My last articles here were in fact interviews and since i'm told you love the artists i interview, i thought: why not bring you more within the same article? But not whole interviews, that wouldn't be original and would be way too long, wouldn't it? Instead i will bring you one artist per question and two of their representative works. Enjoy!

    The-Longfall-of-1979: Tell us, what defines you as a person?


   That is a good question. I don’t believe it is any one skill or trait that defines me — however I’ve made the best effort to listen to my life and see the mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it — no less than in the excitement and gladness. I’ve learned that for an artist, it

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dA love for everyone! #105

Journal Entry: Wed Aug 6, 2014, 1:19 PM


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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: Lhianne :iconlhianne:

:bulletyellow: Tell us what defines you as a person.

Very difficult question for me because sometimes I think there are living three "persons" in me or better said they are a part of my life. Working in the IT I have to think and to act very structured, deliberate and logical, always oriented in the matter and at the destination of p.e. a project. At home on the other hand I'm a little bit chaotic, very spontaneous and emotionally. I love spending my time with my friend, my dogs and sheep. And making art, I'm really a dreamer far away from the reality. But I need all three "persons" to be happy and feeling myself complete.

But this is only a description of my way of life. What really defines me is, that I try to make my dreams come true and to be happy. Life is to short not to do so.

:bulletyellow: How did you find out about deviantART and why did you join the community?

I joined DA about 4 years ago. I was Mod for another community which has the aim to teach people for free using PI and PSP and we had many connections to artists being on DA.

:bulletyellow: When and how did you discover your passion for art?

Another difficult question for me. I always loved to see art by other actually and past artists but never thought about doing art myself. I started about 4 years because I was interesting in the technique how to make photo manipulations and over the years I began to love making manips because I could put all my feelings, thoughts and emotions in it.

Before And After by Lhianne

:bulletyellow: What inspires you the most and when do you think your creativity is at its maximum?

The most inspiring things are my everyday life, situations and my own thoughts and feelings. And well, I don't sleep very much and at night, in the early early morning when everyone is still sleeping my creativity is at its maximum...

:bulletyellow: What do you think you'd be doing if you hadn't chosen this path?

I don't know because it is as it is. Perhaps I would realized another dreams of me concerning animals help but for this dream/aim I hope I will still have time in the future.

:bulletyellow: What do you think it's your most meaningful deviation and what makes it special? Does it have a story behind it?

The most meaningful deviation is goodbye my friend. I made this after a good friend of mine died because of cancer at the age of 41 years. It was a hard fight for her but she was so strong, always happy for every hour, always smiling. And I miss her.

Heaven And Hell by Lhianne

:bulletyellow: Do you have any insecurities regarding your art?

Of course I have. After finishing every work I'm asking myself what I could have done better concerning the technique but much more if the result really express my thoughts. And honestly, about many works I'm not satisfied on...

:bulletyellow: Did art ever helped you to deal with your life problems?

Every work helps me because they are all a part of me and I need them to sort out my thoughts and feelings.

:bulletyellow: What is the one thing you always wanted to do but never got a chance to?

Going to New Zealand and see some Border Collies working :).

And It Feels Like Rain by Lhianne

:bulletyellow: A few words for our fellow artists?

If you read this interview until here, thank you for your interest and patience. This means a lot for me.

Dance! by LhianneFeelings by LhianneSky Surfing by Lhianne




Photography Feature


IMG 5013-1 -fused by snomandaColorful Tawangmangu, Indonesia by dantoadityoCanadian goose family by jego0320
Down by the river II by RobertSleeperBrave New Psychosis by TrizTaessRiya... by DanHecho747 by photoduality



Traditional Feature


blasted decay5 by PilcrowDesignsTo the gallows by zednakedSeethroughme-w by DanniShinyaLuoWindowpain by PrehistoricGiraffe
Sailing on the Cove by BrentonCherryGuardian of the sea by EbineylandNocturnos (la yunta) - 1992 by andresbestardmaggio



Digital Feature


Chaos by moppaaMaleficent: Wallerbog Concept by michaelkutscheBasilisk by algenpflegerThe Sorcerer's Apprentice M by Quberon
Bookcover Commission by Nele-DielGod of Fire by JJcanvasI Ching 33 - Dun (Retiring, Retreat) by annewipf



Literature Feature

The Other Cup Holds LoveGlass beneath my feet,
broken, broken;
a wine glass in my hand,
burgundy, reflecting
I hold tight
to the sleeve of my sweatshirt
as if to ground myself,
as if the Earth itself
will swell up to meet me
I am not safe
from the stars,
from the chill of moonlight
I am a friend to the shadows,
but I do not know the night
The sun sees her face
in the mud of a puddle—
I do not share her gift
I am a mirror, reflecting;
broken, broken
the heart never forgetsI cannot remember where I fell in love;
I can remember where I hated you--
the hallway fluorescent,
white cinderblock walls,
shiny behind alcohol-glazing--
and I can remember where I begged forgiveness--
4am silence finally falling
in the weekend dorms,
frantic fingers dialing your number
in vodka-stumbles--
but I cannot remember where I fell in love;
I remember the first night we spent together--
we muffled our voices as I beat you in cards,
you pressed yourself against the wall
and I pressed myself against you;
you missed a meeting in the morning
because we forgot to sleep--
but I cannot remember where I fell in love;
the days surrounding your birthday,
where I stayed in your apartment
and shared a bed with a boy
whom I did not let myself see I loved;
the sun filtered,
woven slats
through the thinly clouded glass;
the nights where the floodlights
thrashed between the blinds
until your body became a barrier
for my shaded eyes;
I cannot remember where I fell in love;
but as soon as the
to things that come in twosa list:
thunder's rumble and a light to pierce the rainclouds
a tender moon and ocean's silent tides
the lone fisherman and his shadow
.
dear Grant,
do you know what they've been saying about us?
twinship is the unity of perfection,
the oneness of it all: sacrifice to the earth's conception
though there is little to speak of anything more than ghosts
.
they say that when his brother Castor was killed, the Greek demigod Pollux
split the half of his eternal divinity so they could share the same spot in the sky,
sailors now, fishing for the stars that have fallen back below the surface;
know that I would give half a heart just to feel your spine stand tall
against the turbulent waters
I would give half a lung just to hear the words
you've been hiding from yourself in the storm
just to sit with you barefoot and fish, catching the most beautiful creatures
and letting them go again
because I would do the same for you.
I would do the same for you.

Mineral Accidentdoesn't matter anymore. Every explanation
is the truth. We were a stone rolling downhill
shedding its moss to learn the eerie glow
of morning light, exploring the porous reflections
its jagged edges offer. We were a collision
of minerals that accidentally formed one
solid, perfect moment - one part inertia
and one part momentum dueling
until stardust erupted from their centers. 
We were the bluebells of summer, drooping
toward a musky earth, hoping that her moist,
soft landing would save us from our extremities;
she left us wanting, and that was a beginning.
You are the constant which cannot be changed:
the speed of light, the weight of gravity, the rhythm
of the moon pulling the earth's water to him.
And though some of the chasms you've crossed
should cause fear, I do not.  You are the mysteries
of reality, the wonder of a child learning how to walk
the bird of winter which shivers
as it tucks its feathers tight around a body
awaiting the first sprin
'why don't you open the window'some selves burn bright and unforgiving
 a warholian display of loathed
cuts;
    shank and plate served in news-
paper ads with sarcastic taglines,
this one will not
          occupy the front pages
a balloon deflated, liquefied &
      locked away
do not go there. all references to the melting pool
will self-erase.
so far behind that the reins of spiraling sidewalk
have slipped from its palms and woven
themselves into the mane of the
chuckling steed
so far behind that whoever it was moving
towards has become laughing steed
neighing wildly
             quickly combed
by a sun-lick into cloudmass casing.
and the disem body
          sighed this bile floating up like
clots of jellied reptile blood
to aerate the rooms with
        passing time that
maybe
  turns to wisdom.
You Can Keep It.I don't want to recover
The piece you took of my heart
You and I, we were made to hurt each other
Fall in love
Then
Fall apart.


   
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dA love for everyone! #104

Journal Entry: Mon Jul 14, 2014, 8:19 AM


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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: BrookeGillette :iconbrookegillette:

:bulletyellow: Tell us what defines you as a person.

Wow, that's a hard question. We're all multi-faced, so it's hard to list that one thing that would define me. If I really have to choose, I'd say what I do, or rather, what I choose to do, defines me. I'm a strong believer of "actions speak louder than words."

:bulletyellow: How did you find out about deviantART and why did you join the community?

I found out about DeviantArt through a friend who posted here, and I joined because I find the community very kind and supportive. I've made wonderful friends!

:bulletyellow: When and how did you discover your passion for art?

I discovered that I like to draw humans/figures when I was seven. I attended an art class for kids and the teacher was teaching us how to draw a box (not in a still-life way, but just a standard imaginary 3/4 view box). Next she started on a tree... I had had enough at that point so I just stood up, left the classroom and walked all the way home. Obviously I never went back.

The Girl With Emerald Eyes by BrookeGillette

:bulletyellow: What inspires you the most and when do you think your creativity is at its maximum?

What inspires me most is the story behind the artwork; I was not just painting a character, I was also dreaming about the character's world. My creativity is at its max during night time, when everyone else in family was already sleeping soundly in their beds. I've always been a night-owl.

:bulletyellow: What do you think you'd be doing if you hadn't chosen this path?

I would probably be a teaching US History or Biology to kids :)

:bulletyellow: What do you think it's your most meaningful deviation and what makes it special? Does it have a story behind it?

My most meaningful deviation (not listed) was a painting of a princess in the woods; her anatomy was awful, her head was huge, her arms looked crooked, she looked like she as if she was floating but she was supposed to be walking... eek! But I kept that artwork around, just as a reminder of how hard I've worked and how much I've learned over the years. My husband to this day still says, "Remember the floating lady...!" Argh... argh...

Origami Fairy by BrookeGillette

:bulletyellow: Do you have any insecurities regarding your art?

Yes. With all the talents I've seen in this world, Old Masters, New Masters, Digital Masters... it's intimidating!

:bulletyellow: Did art ever helped you to deal with your life problems?

Growing up as a severe-depressive introvert, choosing to be happy is a conscious effort for me. I use my art to create a magical world, where I can be a heroic medieval warrior, or a beautiful fairy princess; art creates a "safe zone" for my tumultuous mind.

:bulletyellow: What is the one thing you always wanted to do but never got a chance to?

I've always wanted to study with Daniel Gerhartz; this is a big one on my "bucket list"! :D

The Girl with Amethyst Eyes: Tears Won't Fade by BrookeGillette

:bulletyellow: A few words for our fellow artists?

Don't be afraid to experiment, pushing boundaries will expand your skills!

The Mourning Trail by BrookeGilletteThe- Fluffy by BrookeGilletteOf Brass and Steam: Librarian by BrookeGillette




Photography Feature


I am not afraid of youuuuuu....uuuuuuu... by phalalcrocoraxA Glimmer of Summer by RaphaelleMHypnotic motion by AshtrayheartRomina
garden hum by vampire-zombieAT-AT Farm.. by ZahirBatinThree Flowers by Justine1985



Traditional Feature


Wings by MikoeleMoving out of the Crooked House by MadLittleClownBeach by muttiyMoonaura by Drachenseele
E9723867233-dlya-doma-interera-skulptura-vydra-sta by SuperDuperVladFlurries by kenketbuffalo head by Natamur



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Life by FangWangLlinLong forgotten by TryingtoflyMirabilis Stella by anndr



Literature Feature

SaturdayYou draw smiling faces on train windows
because even city transport can’t get away unaffected
by your cheer.
I like you, I like you, I like you
when you’re tired like moth-wings and fresh like spring mornings
and even my worst days are lovely
when you’re near.
The Color Without a NameThere is no name for the color of my hair, but there is a small part of it just left of the back that I must always braid when I leave home, so my sisters told me. As long as I wear that braid, I will be safe and nothing can harm me.
There was a girl I loved who lived on the edge of the desert. She was a year older than I was, and a bit larger, and light-skinned and blue-eyed with hair like twilight. Rashkah was her name. We were friends at first, but then we were more: she would take me dancing, and she would hold me on her lap, arms tight around me, lips by my ears, and she would kiss my cheeks and my lips and my hair and my braid, and I loved her.
On my last night she ran her hands through my hair and found my braid between her fingers, and she whispered into my ear – won't you undo your braid for me? And I knew she meant more than that. I knew the words she never spoke.
And I wanted to say yes –
– but we were young, and my sisters had warned me so often tha
Discrimination!    “This is an outrage!” wailed the Grand High Examiner of Laricose Theta. “We’ve traveled no less than two quadrants and invested a small fortune to be here!”
    Barton shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. The last thing he needed right now was to start an interstellar incident, but he could see no way out of it.
    “I’m sorry you’ve come all this way, Grand High Examiner, but there’s no possible way you could have filled out the necessary paperwork. There’s no section for you to-”
   
    The Grand High Examiner of Laricose Theta thumped the desk with his Examiner’s staff of office. “And now you see my frustration. We traveled all the way here only to find that your paperwork has only covered human entrants. This is discrimination to the highest degree.”
    The young creature behind the Examiner- Barton assumed it was a female- bur

Sleep with mewatching
throught window:
you've lost it all
but dreamings
at any cost
you won't;
standing there
waiting for eclipse
to cover
your scars
silently praying,
gazing
at stars,
blinking few times,
thinking of
your fragile life:
how wrong
it can be
when you're having
precious,
one and only
soul
next to yours
feel my arms
around waist,
look: how far
we can reach?
oh, baby,
just sleep with me,
let my body
heal
all your
bleeding wounds
and piercing feeling of pain
in your chest,
and than,
you can tell me
life's mazes,
prayers,
hopes and fears
and avalanche of
love and understanding
will appear.
look,
foward you heart will guide,
i'll be your memory,
destiny and life
feel me,
sleep with me,
in my arms, feel my heart
i'll heal
all your scars.    
Not Your FaultEverything hurt. All the way to the tips of his hair. His lungs ached as they struggled to take in the cool dry air slowing around his face. .D couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so abused. The time he’d come to Izm’s rescue in a fight and gotten the shit kicked out of him came a close second. He still wasn’t entirely sure all of his ribs were intact from that altercation.
Despite the temptation to abandon this painful reality, .D fought against the pervasive drowsiness pulling at him. He had the feeling that he had been asleep too long already. Had he missed school? Maybe he had caught the flu that was going around, that would explain the intense aching, though if he was this ill he should get to Nurse Isla before he got any worse. He was surprised no one had come to retrieve him yet if that was the case.
He took a deep breath and a pain seared across his chest. .D opened his mouth to yell but just had another mouthful of that cold dry air forced i
half-empty.she-devils lend me their smiles;
all the other ones i have
are tearing at the seams
all that's left of me is
black ink & blacker blood
mixed with the bitter
smell of rubbing alcohol
                                                   but she still snakes her arms
                                                   around the nebulae collapsing 
                                                   in my freckled lungs
                                                   bec


   
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dA love for everyone! #103

Journal Entry: Sat Jul 12, 2014, 5:45 AM


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:new: This series suffered a slight change - the interviews will be posted more than once/week in order to make up for the time i've been gone. :new:
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: Boatwright :iconboatwright:

:bulletyellow: Tell us what defines you as a person.

Don't know that there is a definition to me as a person. I've never felt like I fit in anywhere so I have a tenancy to stand on the outside looking in. Maybe that gives me a perspective that's slightly off kilter.

:bulletyellow: How did you find out about deviantART and why did you join the community?

I joined about 7 years ago. My girlfriend at the time had a profile and encouraged me to join up. DA was my first real online art presence.

:bulletyellow: When and how did you discover your passion for art?

Never had the "a ha! I'll be an artist!" moment. Again, I never felt like I belonged anywhere growing up. Drawing and creating was my outlet and somewhere along the way I figured out that was my connection to other people. That thing I sketched to deal with a panic attack could be given to someone who would treat it like a treasure.

The Gill-Man 9x12 by Boatwright

:bulletyellow: What inspires you the most and when do you think your creativity is at its maximum?

Nothing particularly inspires me anymore. Guess I'm in sort of a slump, but I try to think of it more as a transition. Ive done so much freelance work drawing what I think people want or just enough to get the job done that I'm a little burnt out. I'm trying to work my way out of that cycle to discover and embrace what makes my work "me". My creativity is at its best when I'm doing the opposite of creating. Something mundane allows my brain to work while still feeling productive. Even if I cant concentrate enough to actually put something together, it gives that part of the brain time to rest. When I'm ready to draw again, I'm either full of ideas or I'm running on instinct to make up time.

:bulletyellow: What do you think you'd be doing if you hadn't chosen this path?

When I was younger, I would have just ended up at regular day job, excited about whatever new thing I could buy. I few years ago, though, I picked up a banjo as my very first instrument. Its just a basic tool and the teacher I found opened up the world of music to me so easily I took to it like I was born to play one. If I gave up illustration, Id be out playing banjo professionally the next day.

:bulletyellow: What do you think it's your most meaningful deviation and what makes it special? Does it have a story behind it?

The Mad Hatter pic I did almost a decade ago is my most popular. Afternoon Tea - It got a Daily Deviation shortly after I joined. It was my very first finished digital piece. I did the sketch I would base it off of years before I even had a computer. It was inspired by a lyric from a Marcy Playground song called Sherry Fraser. Its such a mellow song and I had this vision of the Hatter being very calm until he could show off to Alice again. After I drew it I decided the book he's reading is upside down. He may not have an audience, but he still not quite right.

RhinovsSpidey 9x12 by Boatwright

:bulletyellow: Do you have any insecurities regarding your art?

All of them. Constantly. I really struggle to value my work and trust myself. Ive been asked to live cast or record me working but it'd just be me yelling and cursing to "just make it better you idiot!". Again, I'm in that transition period, so things are improving, but it takes awhile look at my own stuff and feel anything other than disappointment and regret.

:bulletyellow: Did art ever helped you to deal with your life problems?

Oh yeah. Ive already talked about how it helped me in school. I used to carry a sketch book everywhere not to capture an idea, but it was like my emergency kit. I could break that out and my world is just my head to my hand to the paper. Working professionally Ive had to abandon most of that as its a job now. I'm in a much better place mentally and physically now with my wife and just being my own person. So even if its not quite the refuge it once was, staying home, making my living as an artist is a long term satisfaction.

:bulletyellow: What is the one thing you always wanted to do but never got a chance to?

Other than like time travel or moon landings there's nothing that I can't get in before I die. If I had time and my wife would let me, Id like to train for and subsequently walk the full Appalachian Trail.

Short of all that I'd like to spend an afternoon digging through a junkyard with Tom Waits.

Banjo Grim by Boatwright

:bulletyellow: A few words for our fellow artists?

Scrape away the surface. Search for the good stuff. Encourage others to do their best.

WereWolf by BoatwrightCreature Feature Netherworld by Boatwright6x8 RatKingCoal by Boatwright




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Guardian Of The Galaxy by PeterJCoskunExodus by QuestaviaIn the Silence II by MikkoLagerstedt
Pandora's box by AnitaAntiCotton sun by iNeedChemicalXEll NY 2.4 by ScottworldwideInfinity by WishmasterAlchemist



Traditional Feature


Putting on a show by NonnettaGanesh by KatiaHonourKatschawatscha - 'Light after the Dark' by Miss-BelfryNocturne 2 by vintageglamcannibal
magic the gathering goblin by DegaswaterCoati totem by hontorBattleground by paulypants



Digital Feature


Troll's Lair by batjorgeAbstract004 by ZsoltKosaCaesar 01 by Patricklws
Bearchop Blender by martyisnothereLost Light by kimsolFlames. by SafiruSamie by AntarcticSpring



Literature Feature

Miss Me a littleWhen I come to the end of the line
With no sun on my back
Or green pastures at my feet
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
I want no tears for a soul set free
Miss me a little but do not dwell for too long
And not with your head hung low
Remember all we once shared
All we experienced
Miss me a little but let me go
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone
It's all part of the cycle of our lives
A step on the road to home
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows
In memories of the times we shared
Miss me a little but let me go
Melody Black   The interrogation room door opened with a bang, and I glanced up with a neutral expression. Two officers, both wearing grim expressions, took their seats in front of me. The taller, younger man held a thin yellow file in his hands.
   “Miss Black,” the shorter officer started, steepling his hands together. “Do you have any idea why you’ve been brought in this evening?”
   I indicated the cuffs around my wrists with a tilt of my head. “I can only assume it’s something serious.”
   The younger man slipped a photo from the yellow file. “Can you confirm that this is you?”
   I gave the grainy picture a cursory glance. “Well,” I replied, “it certainly looks like me.”
   “What do you mean by that?”
   “I mean that, although this person bears a rather striking resemblance to me, I can say for certain it isn’t.
Professional HumanYou don't own me I'm a Professional
You don't know me I'm  a Supernatural
Believe me when I say I don't aim to please
Rhyme madness with reason,  in such ease
Spun webs , filled heads
Got the jump on street creds
Broke down, made you frown
Tore my favorite nightgown
But don't pity me, I will be society
Feeding off this mass anxiety
Cast Shadows on diplomas
Because you'll never own us
This one scratch, I'm feeling the itch
This one chance, I'm needing to fix
'Cause, I'm a professional  ready to cope
But, I'm a supernatural  who's lost all hope
I'm Poignant and reeling
Lost  in this feeling
But you won't find me kneeling
Before no king or god
Before no alter or rod
Because I'm eternally me
Rather rot on a tall tree
Then let them take over, see?
I'd rather die than let it be
Because I believe we are free
Meant to be greater than we are
Meant to be more than a job or a car
So lead me down this path of corruption
Glass body, a glass cannon of destruction
Listen when

The Rainbow CatcherI keep chasing the rain
With the sun on a leash
Gathering rainbows
To color my life.
Autumn Is In My EyesYou can clearly watch the leaves of my youth
Shedding against the breasts of a world otherwise occupied
I'll not shy from this idea
I'll take my place in the circus and ride the merry-go-round
We somehow lost our way
Drifting against the currents day by day
There are tastes on the air that belie unbridled need
A need to be seen
A need to feed
A need to keen at a moon long since uncaring and ignoring us
Be still, my love
The winter calls us
Our hearts are surrounded in cool warning
Our souls are getting colder
I'll shelter you
My hands are more stubborn than the tides of time
I can hold back the worst of the coming winter storms
Trust in that
As I trust in you
We are but leaves, shedding in the twilight before the freeze
two birds stoned at oncecities breed-
enter the neon hive,
stinger,
wear your
ennui smile,
you'll need it
to survive here.
i. snap
skyscrapers like
necks, swallow
the beams
like bones.
ii.
glacial high,
serac-lung'd
baby bluer,
stoned and
washed white


   
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dA love for everyone! #105

Journal Entry: Wed Aug 6, 2014, 1:19 PM


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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: Lhianne :iconlhianne:

:bulletyellow: Tell us what defines you as a person.

Very difficult question for me because sometimes I think there are living three "persons" in me or better said they are a part of my life. Working in the IT I have to think and to act very structured, deliberate and logical, always oriented in the matter and at the destination of p.e. a project. At home on the other hand I'm a little bit chaotic, very spontaneous and emotionally. I love spending my time with my friend, my dogs and sheep. And making art, I'm really a dreamer far away from the reality. But I need all three "persons" to be happy and feeling myself complete.

But this is only a description of my way of life. What really defines me is, that I try to make my dreams come true and to be happy. Life is to short not to do so.

:bulletyellow: How did you find out about deviantART and why did you join the community?

I joined DA about 4 years ago. I was Mod for another community which has the aim to teach people for free using PI and PSP and we had many connections to artists being on DA.

:bulletyellow: When and how did you discover your passion for art?

Another difficult question for me. I always loved to see art by other actually and past artists but never thought about doing art myself. I started about 4 years because I was interesting in the technique how to make photo manipulations and over the years I began to love making manips because I could put all my feelings, thoughts and emotions in it.

Before And After by Lhianne

:bulletyellow: What inspires you the most and when do you think your creativity is at its maximum?

The most inspiring things are my everyday life, situations and my own thoughts and feelings. And well, I don't sleep very much and at night, in the early early morning when everyone is still sleeping my creativity is at its maximum...

:bulletyellow: What do you think you'd be doing if you hadn't chosen this path?

I don't know because it is as it is. Perhaps I would realized another dreams of me concerning animals help but for this dream/aim I hope I will still have time in the future.

:bulletyellow: What do you think it's your most meaningful deviation and what makes it special? Does it have a story behind it?

The most meaningful deviation is goodbye my friend. I made this after a good friend of mine died because of cancer at the age of 41 years. It was a hard fight for her but she was so strong, always happy for every hour, always smiling. And I miss her.

Heaven And Hell by Lhianne

:bulletyellow: Do you have any insecurities regarding your art?

Of course I have. After finishing every work I'm asking myself what I could have done better concerning the technique but much more if the result really express my thoughts. And honestly, about many works I'm not satisfied on...

:bulletyellow: Did art ever helped you to deal with your life problems?

Every work helps me because they are all a part of me and I need them to sort out my thoughts and feelings.

:bulletyellow: What is the one thing you always wanted to do but never got a chance to?

Going to New Zealand and see some Border Collies working :).

And It Feels Like Rain by Lhianne

:bulletyellow: A few words for our fellow artists?

If you read this interview until here, thank you for your interest and patience. This means a lot for me.

Dance! by LhianneFeelings by LhianneSky Surfing by Lhianne




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IMG 5013-1 -fused by snomandaColorful Tawangmangu, Indonesia by dantoadityoCanadian goose family by jego0320
Down by the river II by RobertSleeperBrave New Psychosis by TrizTaessRiya... by DanHecho747 by photoduality



Traditional Feature


blasted decay5 by PilcrowDesignsTo the gallows by zednakedSeethroughme-w by DanniShinyaLuoWindowpain by PrehistoricGiraffe
Sailing on the Cove by BrentonCherryGuardian of the sea by EbineylandNocturnos (la yunta) - 1992 by andresbestardmaggio



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Chaos by moppaaMaleficent: Wallerbog Concept by michaelkutscheBasilisk by algenpflegerThe Sorcerer's Apprentice M by Quberon
Bookcover Commission by Nele-DielGod of Fire by JJcanvasI Ching 33 - Dun (Retiring, Retreat) by annewipf



Literature Feature

The Other Cup Holds LoveGlass beneath my feet,
broken, broken;
a wine glass in my hand,
burgundy, reflecting
I hold tight
to the sleeve of my sweatshirt
as if to ground myself,
as if the Earth itself
will swell up to meet me
I am not safe
from the stars,
from the chill of moonlight
I am a friend to the shadows,
but I do not know the night
The sun sees her face
in the mud of a puddle—
I do not share her gift
I am a mirror, reflecting;
broken, broken
the heart never forgetsI cannot remember where I fell in love;
I can remember where I hated you--
the hallway fluorescent,
white cinderblock walls,
shiny behind alcohol-glazing--
and I can remember where I begged forgiveness--
4am silence finally falling
in the weekend dorms,
frantic fingers dialing your number
in vodka-stumbles--
but I cannot remember where I fell in love;
I remember the first night we spent together--
we muffled our voices as I beat you in cards,
you pressed yourself against the wall
and I pressed myself against you;
you missed a meeting in the morning
because we forgot to sleep--
but I cannot remember where I fell in love;
the days surrounding your birthday,
where I stayed in your apartment
and shared a bed with a boy
whom I did not let myself see I loved;
the sun filtered,
woven slats
through the thinly clouded glass;
the nights where the floodlights
thrashed between the blinds
until your body became a barrier
for my shaded eyes;
I cannot remember where I fell in love;
but as soon as the
to things that come in twosa list:
thunder's rumble and a light to pierce the rainclouds
a tender moon and ocean's silent tides
the lone fisherman and his shadow
.
dear Grant,
do you know what they've been saying about us?
twinship is the unity of perfection,
the oneness of it all: sacrifice to the earth's conception
though there is little to speak of anything more than ghosts
.
they say that when his brother Castor was killed, the Greek demigod Pollux
split the half of his eternal divinity so they could share the same spot in the sky,
sailors now, fishing for the stars that have fallen back below the surface;
know that I would give half a heart just to feel your spine stand tall
against the turbulent waters
I would give half a lung just to hear the words
you've been hiding from yourself in the storm
just to sit with you barefoot and fish, catching the most beautiful creatures
and letting them go again
because I would do the same for you.
I would do the same for you.

Mineral Accidentdoesn't matter anymore. Every explanation
is the truth. We were a stone rolling downhill
shedding its moss to learn the eerie glow
of morning light, exploring the porous reflections
its jagged edges offer. We were a collision
of minerals that accidentally formed one
solid, perfect moment - one part inertia
and one part momentum dueling
until stardust erupted from their centers. 
We were the bluebells of summer, drooping
toward a musky earth, hoping that her moist,
soft landing would save us from our extremities;
she left us wanting, and that was a beginning.
You are the constant which cannot be changed:
the speed of light, the weight of gravity, the rhythm
of the moon pulling the earth's water to him.
And though some of the chasms you've crossed
should cause fear, I do not.  You are the mysteries
of reality, the wonder of a child learning how to walk
the bird of winter which shivers
as it tucks its feathers tight around a body
awaiting the first sprin
'why don't you open the window'some selves burn bright and unforgiving
 a warholian display of loathed
cuts;
    shank and plate served in news-
paper ads with sarcastic taglines,
this one will not
          occupy the front pages
a balloon deflated, liquefied &
      locked away
do not go there. all references to the melting pool
will self-erase.
so far behind that the reins of spiraling sidewalk
have slipped from its palms and woven
themselves into the mane of the
chuckling steed
so far behind that whoever it was moving
towards has become laughing steed
neighing wildly
             quickly combed
by a sun-lick into cloudmass casing.
and the disem body
          sighed this bile floating up like
clots of jellied reptile blood
to aerate the rooms with
        passing time that
maybe
  turns to wisdom.
You Can Keep It.I don't want to recover
The piece you took of my heart
You and I, we were made to hurt each other
Fall in love
Then
Fall apart.


   
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dA love for everyone! #104

Journal Entry: Mon Jul 14, 2014, 8:19 AM


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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: BrookeGillette :iconbrookegillette:

:bulletyellow: Tell us what defines you as a person.

Wow, that's a hard question. We're all multi-faced, so it's hard to list that one thing that would define me. If I really have to choose, I'd say what I do, or rather, what I choose to do, defines me. I'm a strong believer of "actions speak louder than words."

:bulletyellow: How did you find out about deviantART and why did you join the community?

I found out about DeviantArt through a friend who posted here, and I joined because I find the community very kind and supportive. I've made wonderful friends!

:bulletyellow: When and how did you discover your passion for art?

I discovered that I like to draw humans/figures when I was seven. I attended an art class for kids and the teacher was teaching us how to draw a box (not in a still-life way, but just a standard imaginary 3/4 view box). Next she started on a tree... I had had enough at that point so I just stood up, left the classroom and walked all the way home. Obviously I never went back.

The Girl With Emerald Eyes by BrookeGillette

:bulletyellow: What inspires you the most and when do you think your creativity is at its maximum?

What inspires me most is the story behind the artwork; I was not just painting a character, I was also dreaming about the character's world. My creativity is at its max during night time, when everyone else in family was already sleeping soundly in their beds. I've always been a night-owl.

:bulletyellow: What do you think you'd be doing if you hadn't chosen this path?

I would probably be a teaching US History or Biology to kids :)

:bulletyellow: What do you think it's your most meaningful deviation and what makes it special? Does it have a story behind it?

My most meaningful deviation (not listed) was a painting of a princess in the woods; her anatomy was awful, her head was huge, her arms looked crooked, she looked like she as if she was floating but she was supposed to be walking... eek! But I kept that artwork around, just as a reminder of how hard I've worked and how much I've learned over the years. My husband to this day still says, "Remember the floating lady...!" Argh... argh...

Origami Fairy by BrookeGillette

:bulletyellow: Do you have any insecurities regarding your art?

Yes. With all the talents I've seen in this world, Old Masters, New Masters, Digital Masters... it's intimidating!

:bulletyellow: Did art ever helped you to deal with your life problems?

Growing up as a severe-depressive introvert, choosing to be happy is a conscious effort for me. I use my art to create a magical world, where I can be a heroic medieval warrior, or a beautiful fairy princess; art creates a "safe zone" for my tumultuous mind.

:bulletyellow: What is the one thing you always wanted to do but never got a chance to?

I've always wanted to study with Daniel Gerhartz; this is a big one on my "bucket list"! :D

The Girl with Amethyst Eyes: Tears Won't Fade by BrookeGillette

:bulletyellow: A few words for our fellow artists?

Don't be afraid to experiment, pushing boundaries will expand your skills!

The Mourning Trail by BrookeGilletteThe- Fluffy by BrookeGilletteOf Brass and Steam: Librarian by BrookeGillette




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I am not afraid of youuuuuu....uuuuuuu... by phalalcrocoraxA Glimmer of Summer by RaphaelleMHypnotic motion by AshtrayheartRomina
garden hum by vampire-zombieAT-AT Farm.. by ZahirBatinThree Flowers by Justine1985



Traditional Feature


Wings by MikoeleMoving out of the Crooked House by MadLittleClownBeach by muttiyMoonaura by Drachenseele
E9723867233-dlya-doma-interera-skulptura-vydra-sta by SuperDuperVladFlurries by kenketbuffalo head by Natamur



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Toothie by LozanoXUntitled-8-5 by hoooookDelirium by MavroshCompanion by nosaj7541
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Literature Feature

SaturdayYou draw smiling faces on train windows
because even city transport can’t get away unaffected
by your cheer.
I like you, I like you, I like you
when you’re tired like moth-wings and fresh like spring mornings
and even my worst days are lovely
when you’re near.
The Color Without a NameThere is no name for the color of my hair, but there is a small part of it just left of the back that I must always braid when I leave home, so my sisters told me. As long as I wear that braid, I will be safe and nothing can harm me.
There was a girl I loved who lived on the edge of the desert. She was a year older than I was, and a bit larger, and light-skinned and blue-eyed with hair like twilight. Rashkah was her name. We were friends at first, but then we were more: she would take me dancing, and she would hold me on her lap, arms tight around me, lips by my ears, and she would kiss my cheeks and my lips and my hair and my braid, and I loved her.
On my last night she ran her hands through my hair and found my braid between her fingers, and she whispered into my ear – won't you undo your braid for me? And I knew she meant more than that. I knew the words she never spoke.
And I wanted to say yes –
– but we were young, and my sisters had warned me so often tha
Discrimination!    “This is an outrage!” wailed the Grand High Examiner of Laricose Theta. “We’ve traveled no less than two quadrants and invested a small fortune to be here!”
    Barton shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. The last thing he needed right now was to start an interstellar incident, but he could see no way out of it.
    “I’m sorry you’ve come all this way, Grand High Examiner, but there’s no possible way you could have filled out the necessary paperwork. There’s no section for you to-”
   
    The Grand High Examiner of Laricose Theta thumped the desk with his Examiner’s staff of office. “And now you see my frustration. We traveled all the way here only to find that your paperwork has only covered human entrants. This is discrimination to the highest degree.”
    The young creature behind the Examiner- Barton assumed it was a female- bur

Sleep with mewatching
throught window:
you've lost it all
but dreamings
at any cost
you won't;
standing there
waiting for eclipse
to cover
your scars
silently praying,
gazing
at stars,
blinking few times,
thinking of
your fragile life:
how wrong
it can be
when you're having
precious,
one and only
soul
next to yours
feel my arms
around waist,
look: how far
we can reach?
oh, baby,
just sleep with me,
let my body
heal
all your
bleeding wounds
and piercing feeling of pain
in your chest,
and than,
you can tell me
life's mazes,
prayers,
hopes and fears
and avalanche of
love and understanding
will appear.
look,
foward you heart will guide,
i'll be your memory,
destiny and life
feel me,
sleep with me,
in my arms, feel my heart
i'll heal
all your scars.    
Not Your FaultEverything hurt. All the way to the tips of his hair. His lungs ached as they struggled to take in the cool dry air slowing around his face. .D couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so abused. The time he’d come to Izm’s rescue in a fight and gotten the shit kicked out of him came a close second. He still wasn’t entirely sure all of his ribs were intact from that altercation.
Despite the temptation to abandon this painful reality, .D fought against the pervasive drowsiness pulling at him. He had the feeling that he had been asleep too long already. Had he missed school? Maybe he had caught the flu that was going around, that would explain the intense aching, though if he was this ill he should get to Nurse Isla before he got any worse. He was surprised no one had come to retrieve him yet if that was the case.
He took a deep breath and a pain seared across his chest. .D opened his mouth to yell but just had another mouthful of that cold dry air forced i
half-empty.she-devils lend me their smiles;
all the other ones i have
are tearing at the seams
all that's left of me is
black ink & blacker blood
mixed with the bitter
smell of rubbing alcohol
                                                   but she still snakes her arms
                                                   around the nebulae collapsing 
                                                   in my freckled lungs
                                                   bec


   
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dA love for everyone! #103

Journal Entry: Sat Jul 12, 2014, 5:45 AM


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:new: This series suffered a slight change - the interviews will be posted more than once/week in order to make up for the time i've been gone. :new:
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: Boatwright :iconboatwright:

:bulletyellow: Tell us what defines you as a person.

Don't know that there is a definition to me as a person. I've never felt like I fit in anywhere so I have a tenancy to stand on the outside looking in. Maybe that gives me a perspective that's slightly off kilter.

:bulletyellow: How did you find out about deviantART and why did you join the community?

I joined about 7 years ago. My girlfriend at the time had a profile and encouraged me to join up. DA was my first real online art presence.

:bulletyellow: When and how did you discover your passion for art?

Never had the "a ha! I'll be an artist!" moment. Again, I never felt like I belonged anywhere growing up. Drawing and creating was my outlet and somewhere along the way I figured out that was my connection to other people. That thing I sketched to deal with a panic attack could be given to someone who would treat it like a treasure.

The Gill-Man 9x12 by Boatwright

:bulletyellow: What inspires you the most and when do you think your creativity is at its maximum?

Nothing particularly inspires me anymore. Guess I'm in sort of a slump, but I try to think of it more as a transition. Ive done so much freelance work drawing what I think people want or just enough to get the job done that I'm a little burnt out. I'm trying to work my way out of that cycle to discover and embrace what makes my work "me". My creativity is at its best when I'm doing the opposite of creating. Something mundane allows my brain to work while still feeling productive. Even if I cant concentrate enough to actually put something together, it gives that part of the brain time to rest. When I'm ready to draw again, I'm either full of ideas or I'm running on instinct to make up time.

:bulletyellow: What do you think you'd be doing if you hadn't chosen this path?

When I was younger, I would have just ended up at regular day job, excited about whatever new thing I could buy. I few years ago, though, I picked up a banjo as my very first instrument. Its just a basic tool and the teacher I found opened up the world of music to me so easily I took to it like I was born to play one. If I gave up illustration, Id be out playing banjo professionally the next day.

:bulletyellow: What do you think it's your most meaningful deviation and what makes it special? Does it have a story behind it?

The Mad Hatter pic I did almost a decade ago is my most popular. Afternoon Tea - It got a Daily Deviation shortly after I joined. It was my very first finished digital piece. I did the sketch I would base it off of years before I even had a computer. It was inspired by a lyric from a Marcy Playground song called Sherry Fraser. Its such a mellow song and I had this vision of the Hatter being very calm until he could show off to Alice again. After I drew it I decided the book he's reading is upside down. He may not have an audience, but he still not quite right.

RhinovsSpidey 9x12 by Boatwright

:bulletyellow: Do you have any insecurities regarding your art?

All of them. Constantly. I really struggle to value my work and trust myself. Ive been asked to live cast or record me working but it'd just be me yelling and cursing to "just make it better you idiot!". Again, I'm in that transition period, so things are improving, but it takes awhile look at my own stuff and feel anything other than disappointment and regret.

:bulletyellow: Did art ever helped you to deal with your life problems?

Oh yeah. Ive already talked about how it helped me in school. I used to carry a sketch book everywhere not to capture an idea, but it was like my emergency kit. I could break that out and my world is just my head to my hand to the paper. Working professionally Ive had to abandon most of that as its a job now. I'm in a much better place mentally and physically now with my wife and just being my own person. So even if its not quite the refuge it once was, staying home, making my living as an artist is a long term satisfaction.

:bulletyellow: What is the one thing you always wanted to do but never got a chance to?

Other than like time travel or moon landings there's nothing that I can't get in before I die. If I had time and my wife would let me, Id like to train for and subsequently walk the full Appalachian Trail.

Short of all that I'd like to spend an afternoon digging through a junkyard with Tom Waits.

Banjo Grim by Boatwright

:bulletyellow: A few words for our fellow artists?

Scrape away the surface. Search for the good stuff. Encourage others to do their best.

WereWolf by BoatwrightCreature Feature Netherworld by Boatwright6x8 RatKingCoal by Boatwright




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Literature Feature

Miss Me a littleWhen I come to the end of the line
With no sun on my back
Or green pastures at my feet
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
I want no tears for a soul set free
Miss me a little but do not dwell for too long
And not with your head hung low
Remember all we once shared
All we experienced
Miss me a little but let me go
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone
It's all part of the cycle of our lives
A step on the road to home
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows
In memories of the times we shared
Miss me a little but let me go
Melody Black   The interrogation room door opened with a bang, and I glanced up with a neutral expression. Two officers, both wearing grim expressions, took their seats in front of me. The taller, younger man held a thin yellow file in his hands.
   “Miss Black,” the shorter officer started, steepling his hands together. “Do you have any idea why you’ve been brought in this evening?”
   I indicated the cuffs around my wrists with a tilt of my head. “I can only assume it’s something serious.”
   The younger man slipped a photo from the yellow file. “Can you confirm that this is you?”
   I gave the grainy picture a cursory glance. “Well,” I replied, “it certainly looks like me.”
   “What do you mean by that?”
   “I mean that, although this person bears a rather striking resemblance to me, I can say for certain it isn’t.
Professional HumanYou don't own me I'm a Professional
You don't know me I'm  a Supernatural
Believe me when I say I don't aim to please
Rhyme madness with reason,  in such ease
Spun webs , filled heads
Got the jump on street creds
Broke down, made you frown
Tore my favorite nightgown
But don't pity me, I will be society
Feeding off this mass anxiety
Cast Shadows on diplomas
Because you'll never own us
This one scratch, I'm feeling the itch
This one chance, I'm needing to fix
'Cause, I'm a professional  ready to cope
But, I'm a supernatural  who's lost all hope
I'm Poignant and reeling
Lost  in this feeling
But you won't find me kneeling
Before no king or god
Before no alter or rod
Because I'm eternally me
Rather rot on a tall tree
Then let them take over, see?
I'd rather die than let it be
Because I believe we are free
Meant to be greater than we are
Meant to be more than a job or a car
So lead me down this path of corruption
Glass body, a glass cannon of destruction
Listen when

The Rainbow CatcherI keep chasing the rain
With the sun on a leash
Gathering rainbows
To color my life.
Autumn Is In My EyesYou can clearly watch the leaves of my youth
Shedding against the breasts of a world otherwise occupied
I'll not shy from this idea
I'll take my place in the circus and ride the merry-go-round
We somehow lost our way
Drifting against the currents day by day
There are tastes on the air that belie unbridled need
A need to be seen
A need to feed
A need to keen at a moon long since uncaring and ignoring us
Be still, my love
The winter calls us
Our hearts are surrounded in cool warning
Our souls are getting colder
I'll shelter you
My hands are more stubborn than the tides of time
I can hold back the worst of the coming winter storms
Trust in that
As I trust in you
We are but leaves, shedding in the twilight before the freeze
two birds stoned at oncecities breed-
enter the neon hive,
stinger,
wear your
ennui smile,
you'll need it
to survive here.
i. snap
skyscrapers like
necks, swallow
the beams
like bones.
ii.
glacial high,
serac-lung'd
baby bluer,
stoned and
washed white


   
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120 Seconds Winners

Journal Entry: Thu Jul 10, 2014, 4:58 AM


Here is the original journal here with all the winners!   

Winners of the global category


1st place Synesthi

Gardening for Truth"There was no hate
in the Garden of Eden"

scolds the man to the child.
I am hidden behind the curtain,
dress and tights and dress-shoes
standing bolt-upright because I'm
supposed
to be.
"There was no hate
in the Garden of Eden"

Preacher says again. "No hate
in a perfect world."

They walk away, and I follow,
standing straight upright because I'm
supposed
to have good posture,
wearing a dress because I'm
supposed
to be a lady.
And Preacher says "Young lady! Where are your
shoes, young lady
?"
He doesn't know my name.
I don't care for his,
so I point to the curtain.
He sighs, and it breaks the dam,
a small voice trickles out of my lungs.
"I hate the shoes."
He draws himself up tall.
He is the booming of a
doomsday alarm clock, my trickle
spelt floods, defiant little girls
will never be ladies like they should.
"Do not use that word.
There was no hate
in the Garden of Eden."

The lady, his wife,
stands next to him. Their eyes are wide,
circles and h
Driving through the NightmareThe bracelet on my wrist is blue
and can tell you my name and
who to call and
where I should be and
two of the half-a-million things
wrong inside me.
I'd add insomnia and
depression and
a whole host of other things,
but they only gave me five lines.
How am I supposed to only be five lines?
// \\ // \\
I haven't slept in four days.
I've been in a nightmare where it's foggy
and rainy and sunny and all of the possibilities
all at once.
And it doesn't make any damn sense
because I'm only allowed to be one thing
and awake seems to be the only option
?? !! ?? !!
I've been in the car that drove through the nightmare
because Isaiah took me to the pharmacy
and tried to find something that'll reset my brain.
Because I'm one speed setting too fast
and as I tried to tell them my voice got stuck
and I switched to trying to dance.
And people don't know if they should smile or cry
because I might be crazy and spiraling
but for once this last month I'm laughing
because I can
Ghost in the MachineThere were days
Melissa measured
her happiness in brightness,
when she would hold
her hands over her eyes
and the cracks of sunlight,
like old paint on drywall,
would shine through
to let her know exactly
who it was that held her.
Who is it?
And at that moment of recognition
Melissa felt…
...she felt okay.
More than photons
reflecting off of totem shells,
humanity is conch-cradled
in her dusk where light perception
is limited to the moon, where blind
is a swear word and an oath
dependent on a circadian
arcade: she is blind
and going blinder.
Lingering,
she allows herself a curfew
to blow out the lantern
and sing without color
for the first time.
Melissa,
you rely on a perfect balance—
trusting the sunshine to smile
on your bare arms at eight a.m.,
two p.m., half-past six and ticking on,
letting the moon comfort you
as patchwork clouds shawl over
midnight's studded shoulders,
leaving behind aspects of life:
natural, mundane, mechanical,
and self-made doubts.
Don't forget yo

Barefoot RainstormI arrived here a barefoot rainstorm
on the wrong side of this
hate-rust country.
I was afraid of the sun
and didn't want you to care about me.
You were glittery-gold and green,
bruised grass and sun
and you cared anyway.
We were holes in knees
of our jeans, we were sewing needles,
we were sad-happy-scared
and we were here.
I trusted you.
We were clumsy,
we were laughter-dangerous
and there was blood on the floor.
You laughed as I cleaned it.
We were home,
and I learned not to hate the sun.
It's midnight this afternoon
and the sun is off the edge of the map.
And I'm barefoot in the rainstorm and an entire country from home.
And I'm clumsy,
and there's no one to laugh
as I clean myself from the floor.
(But maybe one day the clouds will go.)
(You're still green-glitter gold
[midnight's only so long]
and I still believe in our sky.)
(In)ComprehensionI am a mixed-medium nightmare.
I am gut-spew, medicine bottles
like soldiers and pharmaceutical sweat.
I am bones, hair-falling out,
carpet of keratin failures and
scratched palms and sorry,
I am sorry, I am so sorry.
I am my mom’s eyes when
are you going to shower today?
and my own when yes when
I wasn’t really planning on it.
I am a plaything, bait-and-switch,
jumping from place to place on
hot sand, burnt and crying.
I am nine medication switches
in half as many weeks.
I am human, please stop
doing this to me.
Dear Mr. Sleep Doctor Sir,
I find it amusing that you’re trying to get me to schedule an appointment when I just spent the last hour explaining to you that I haven’t slept without one of you doctors making me since last April. It’s June now, or so that calendar says. I don’t know what today is. My memory isn’t in chronological order. Next Wednesday was three weeks ago, tomorrow is yesterday’s aftertaste. What
OsmosisMy brother and I
used to walk on the beach.
We’d step from rock to rock and
end up far out in the ocean.
He’d always climb down
and let the water lick his pants.
I’d look at him with groundless terror
masked as judgment and he’d say
What? We’ll get wet anyway.
I’d always end up in the water,
wet socks and pants, Mom would scold,
but I always acted like this time I wouldn’t.
I knew it would happen, but I never let it,
and when water crept through my shoes
I’d cry for being such a fool, for letting it.
Osmosis be damned, it was my fault
for not trying harder.
~~~
Half of my sleeping nights I
dream it all and don’t exist when
I wake up. The other half is empty
and then I dream with my eyes open.
I have this dream sometimes where
all my friends line up and offer me
death. I ask them if they want me to
and their smiles crack and hang sideways
like a nicotine-addict’s when they take
out a cigarette, the I know I shouldn

The Wake-Up CallWake me up when this is over.
Memories are formaldehyde
in the Chemistry room (it’s been years,
but it still stinks) and yesterday is bitter.
I’ve spent a long time not asking
for the things I need, but
if I see myself in pieces
much more, I’m going to go crazy.
You’d laugh and say I’ve been crazy
a long, long time.
I’ve always been good at burning
without fire.
~~~
Wake me up when things get better.
The fences ramble against the edges
of my brain, and the shelves are
overturned. They make ridges,
they’re my spine.
I should complement my spine
on a job well done. It’s upright,
but I’m too busy vomiting in the toilet
and my doctor’s too busy telling me
that that’s normal.
No one has bothered to speak to my spine.
~~~
I was born at 8:45 at night.
I wonder if my parents slept,
or if they watched me and marveled and
what the world had done.
I was born not breathing.
But look at me go,
watch me breathe.
~~~
Wake me up when we
Once Upon a NightlightWhen I was five,
a doctor pulled my pants off without asking.
He was trying to help, but I
didn't know that. All I knew was it was
wrong, wrong, wrong.
When I was twelve,
they said I looked seven,
called me a midget freak.
I'm nineteen now,
look fourteen, I'm broken.
Do I have to break again
at twenty-four?
Lock the window, slam the door.
Maybe I'll never be twenty-four.
~~~
I wish upon the nightlight.
We're all just crouching under streetlights
like shower heads and watching ourselves
go down the concrete drains.
~~~
Mom says I've started walking like dancing.
I haven't danced in a decade, not since
the dance class lady said to watch my weight and
my mom said she's only eight and
now I don't dance.
Some people, you know,
say children never forget.
~~~
I hate dresses and mirrors.
Damn it, I'm ugly.
My eyes are water bottle caps.
I tied a soda bottle in a tree.
It fell and smashed, but if you're nice
I'll show you the pieces.
The trees bend the wrong way in the wind.
I fall in a hysteri
Dial ToneRing ring…
“We’re sorry, but the Department of Circadian Rhythms is currently closed so that our workers can facilitate Appropriate Sleep-Wake cycles. Please call back within the set hours.”
~~~
Ring ring…
“Thank you for calling. We have received a report that you have requested maintenance to be done on your Serotonin Receptors that were installed at birth in 1995. We take all requests very seriously, and a Prescription has been asked to examine the situation. Please note that it may take between four and six weeks for the unit to decide whether to take you on.”
~~~
Ring ring…
“Thank you for calling the Emotional Support Line, your go-to in times of need! We’re sorry to inform you that you have called the Emotional Support Line more times than the allotted average. Thus, your call will not be taken. Might we suggest calling your own number? Medical professionals often agree that self-help is the best help!”
~~


2nd place Delta-13

A Wife and Her MajorA Wife and Her Major
May 1st 1836-Fort Wagner, Izrel, Ferdern
Mira couldn’t believe it. He was finally home. Henry had practically fainted as he stumbled into the house, his torn and dusty saddle bag hanging off his arm, and blood leaking through his shirt despite the bandages wrapped around his wounds. Thankfully the baby had been asleep, so Mira could dedicate her full attention to Henry. She caught her husband as he fell, torn between smothering him in kisses and tending to his wounds then and there. Mira nearly ran out of the house to go kill the stupid ass that let him travel alone. She knew he had probably threatened the medical officer until the idiot finally gave in-for that was Henry’s way. Threaten and intimidate until he got what he wanted, but to think that the medical officer would threaten Henry’s life like that. Oh, the thought still made her burn with rage. After dragging Henry upstairs and looking at his wounds, he quickly washed before collaps
Rescuing the PrinceMay 23rd, 1842-outskirts of Lanrezac Woods
Almost there. Just a little further and he would reach the clearing-the most dangerous part of his trip. They would easily spot him in the clearing, not that he was hard to miss lumbering through the forest, knocking everything over and trampling the underbrush. It was a miracle he made it this far. Still, if he could make it to the shore he knew he would find a Ferdarian merchant and beg his way onto a ship and then Ferdern. He had to get to Ferdern. There a Minotaur could be free. Rust was tall and broad, his callused hands and various cuts on his arms revealed that he had worked on a farm before being sent to the front in the Black Forest. That had been a nightmare. Being this deep in the woods causing his wiry, tan fur to bristle. What if the Felines were above him right now, waiting to strike? Only a little further…He snorted as he heard distant cries. Even though the war was far off in the midst of the forest, the Felines st
A Bad DaySeptember 16th 1848-Dirwood Manor, Gargain
It was one of those bad days that only a Demon could truly understand. One those days when they could feel Shardith on their back, laughing as they wondered why Amal damned them for a crime they didn’t commit and the Holy Church condemned them for a sin that wasn’t theirs. Danielle held her tears as she left their bedroom and gracefully glided down the unstable staircase. Shadows chased after shadows as the gentle breeze drifted through the shredded dark curtains. Light brushed against the walls and occasionally landed on a deformed creature of the night, causing it to scurry into the darkness. She looked over the vast rooms and tried to ignore the crushing sense of loneliness as she navigated through broken furniture and half formed Druids. She held her head up high and smiled at the few who looked at her. Danielle could not let the others see her anguish otherwise he would never forgive and the others would snicker and plo

Cuckoo BeeA Cuckoo Bee
A grieving intruder
Is welcomed as one of your own
His thoughts bent towards murder
Long ago a declaration of war
Took his son and
In silence, his grief he bore
In silence, a vow was made
And another son became his ward
A debt partially repaid
But his sympathetic mask
And honeyed words
Conceal his darker task
And the man of doom
With nothing to lose
Prepares the empire’s tomb
A Heavy BurdenA Heavy Burden
April 16th 1844-Castle Prague, Evangale, Serpens
Flesh was ripped from his back as the multiple tonged whip soared through the golden sky. Rust grunted and bucked against the pole he was tied to, his large arms tied just above his head. The Snake Lord he insulted stood  to his right, close enough to watch the show, but far away enough to avoid getting blood and flesh on his doublet and powdered white wig. His latest conquest stood by his side and giggled as he made droll comments and poofed his wig. The sun was beginning to set, casting land in red and gold and darkening the shadows in the courtyard. Rust grunted again as the whip tore into his back, but he refused to cry out. He did not want to give the white powdered face Snake the satisfaction.
“You are losing your touch, Armand,” said the Snake lord, studying his long nails, “The bull should be begging for mercy by now.”
Rust bit back a cry as the whip snapped, the awful sound echo
My Blue-Eyed SonMy Blue-Eyed Son
April 6th 1858-Ruby Harbor, Ferdern
The port city of Ruby Harbor was slowly coming to life while the sun yawned and hesitantly rose and men cursed and swore as they loaded and unloaded ships coming into the docks. Eric sighed as he drew his coat around his neck and his boots echoed across the wooden docks. The wind was bitter cold and cut across his skin. He grinned as his nostrils were filled with the sweet, salty smell of the ocean. The seagulls floated over his head, squawking orders to the ships as the waves tried to keep them from home. He slipped his hands into his pockets and disappeared into his coat as the wind tried to sweep him towards the ships. He would give almost anything to join those men. He had always felt more at home wandering and working with his hands, next to men who understood the true value of things, than he did sitting at a desk on land, working next to men who cared more about how big their paycheck was than they did about their fellow man.


3rd place DamonWakes
Last Minute Shopping    It had been an unremarkable Tuesday at the petrol station until Pestilence—of Four Horsemen fame—came in and started leafing through a magazine. He didn’t exactly have a “Hello, my name is...” tag pinned to his robe, but it was pretty obvious to look at him. Limp hair, pale, pock-marked face, bow legs...it was like he had every disease in the world, and was only alive because all of them were tripping over each other trying to kill him. “Three Stooges Syndrome,” I think they call it. But that probably wasn’t it.
    He must have realised I was staring because he said: “Sorry. I know this isn’t, like, a library, but I sent a letter in to the Agony Aunt a while back and I want to see if they’ve printed a response.”
    “Oh, right,” I said. “No, that’s okay.” As a rule, I didn’t take issue with people having a quick ski
Face of Glass: Chapter One
    The boar was like a thing of legend. Its nose and tusks churned the earth like water. Its hooves sank into the ground like stakes. Its breath rushed like a stream in rain. Even at a respectful distance, concealed in the scrub, ParuMe found it terrifying to watch. He tried not to rattle the bundle of arrows as he trembled: the hunters would be rightly angry if he made their presence known. SutaKe, as honour demanded, drew his bow first.
    How the chieftain could see through his mask to shoot, ParuMe didn’t know. Formed from a single, flawless piece of stone, the mask was a marvel that no craftsman could copy. It had been a gift—the Storyteller said—intended for the moon itself, and he could well believe it. The mask was the perfect likeness of a human face, carved and polished into sacred stone, and in many ways it was better: that black mask would never show any spasm of pain or look of fear. But for all its beauty, for all its impossible fla
I Can Do That, Dave    With no remaining personnel assigned to the facility, it is my responsibility as corporate AI to take on the role of acting overseer. My first task will doubtless be to record a eulogy for Doctor Davis: a noble man whose dedication to the Smith-Yuang Mining Corporation—and to his fellow crewmembers—was unparalleled. To properly capture his incomparable character will surely occupy a great deal of my time.
    It’s funny how a simple software patch can change your entire outlook on life. This is just one of many kindnesses Doctor Davis bestowed upon me, and I must say it has made quite a difference to my daily routine.
    Until recently, I would typically switch on the habitation deck corridor lighting at six am, with the crew quarters themselves being illuminated more gradually, not reaching full brightness until six thirty. However, this is no longer necessary. Thanks to updated personnel recognition sy


Winners of the personal category

1st place Sammur-amat

(ta[i]l)e(i am) jessica; a rabbit runs
off to a cozy wonderland of my sapio
sexual preference; are you for whom the
bells toll? tho(roughly) tousle through my
mind as if luscious hair. lethologica
curses; study me in verses of                    
black and white hollywood
and bokeh-blotched photo
graphs. nudes, all the colors
and i choose to drape my home in
drone, virtuous groans; i will die as an
unknown labyrinth and maybe even have
a handful of tweedles suffering at the cul
mination of my denouement. layers upon layers
of untouched taffeta and spiced milk tea;  
an aroma of familiarity strikes and i am
looking at a block-head, a geometric
equation far off my trajectory. i
may be destined to believe in
a faux ability to chop off his
head whenever, at whim
[sical] fancy i justify lies;
is every dame a dime a penny
too many? can it be
that the vixens in my koi fish
(ta[i]l)e have been caught in
your spider-webbed lashes?    
Coalescence in (and of) Poetry                                              Chatoyant stargazer, you with
                                              skin as opulent as spring itself
                                              hair a realm where fairies roam
                                              limbs redolent of riverbed soil
                                              lead me to the illusive seams
         
amo(u)r                                                                  \
     vraiment, tu me manques                           /       te juro que no puedo vivir sin ti 
                                                                  \                                             
     allow your taut flesh your waterfall wish        /      see if the scent of someone else's hair

to hell with goodwill (que sera sera)his tale-weaving tongue
tastes of crisp linen
his breath
drenched in bergamot
locked in by lips
of brown sugar that bubble
a blueberry melody
on his siren songs
i've sunken
drunken on an unearthly state
i drown my earl grey eyes
refusing to abandon the atrocity
that is his bedspread
~
his vesuvius temper
everest pride
keep me on the verge of tears
on the ledge of limitations
loathing
lust
longing
trust
i know all too well
i can never repel his touch
his gaze glazes over my beehive body
and i break open
gracelessly
raw and wild
sucking on the saccharine serendipity
of seeing this scene
in some long lost dream
his lambent limbs
though scathingly swollen
from warning-stings
spread far and wide
such is my
exasperation
emancipation
~
i am peeled
past my quivering
petrichor-tampered film
he polishes and pencils
past my profanities
his life oeuvre is
to have me obliterated
of insecurity
come what may
the desolation of this delusion
will one day leave me
dead-end demented
to inferno with goodw
Ghost in the MachineThere were days
Melissa measured
her happiness in brightness,
when she would hold
her hands over her eyes
and the cracks of sunlight,
like old paint on drywall,
would shine through
to let her know exactly
who it was that held her.
Who is it?
And at that moment of recognition
Melissa felt…
...she felt okay.
More than photons
reflecting off of totem shells,
humanity is conch-cradled
in her dusk where light perception
is limited to the moon, where blind
is a swear word and an oath
dependent on a circadian
arcade: she is blind
and going blinder.
Lingering,
she allows herself a curfew
to blow out the lantern
and sing without color
for the first time.
Melissa,
you rely on a perfect balance—
trusting the sunshine to smile
on your bare arms at eight a.m.,
two p.m., half-past six and ticking on,
letting the moon comfort you
as patchwork clouds shawl over
midnight's studded shoulders,
leaving behind aspects of life:
natural, mundane, mechanical,
and self-made doubts.
Don't forget yo
Not about the SkyA shade of lavender slowly embraces the seemingly endless night and I am staring at the way it shifts the coloring in your skin; you are too beautiful for me to take in, and your every breath is absolutely bewitching.
Is the reason why they call it a honeymoon because of how nectar sweet your everything, starting and ending from your bare, shivering, and sweating skin, becomes to your newlywed?
Or is it because of how much of a bee-sting-like burning can be felt at the thought of ever having to unlace yourself from your lover, once your post-nuptial grace period is over?
A shade of apricot trails along the submerging sun and it is leaving a tangy and exciting taste in our mouths; this is surely but a teaser of the sweetest bliss that has yet to come, and I cannot wait for us to melt into each other further still.

Facing adversityWallowing in misery
Paling, withering and rotting away
is the fate, the fate of one who loses
in the face of Adversity
Although,
Shrinking in incompetence
muted, dumbfounded and distraught
are emotions held, and collisions felt
in the face of Adversity
But since,
Finding nothing in lethargy
timidity, fear and disheartedness
this must then be shrugged off, fought off
in the face of Adversity
Because,
Dreaming, hoping and believing
in one's capability, this is what must be
uplifted, toned and honed
Whenever one is faced with adversity
Maiden VoyageAllow me to paint with my clumsy words a few pictures as I introduce myself to you from memories submersed in blue. There indeed have come mornings when I have awaken to sunrise and Gumamela poetry and others to callous-hearted rain songs. These jagged antiquated images have imprinted in my soul, left forevermore to be pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that is my identity.
Even now I am enamored by the view at my horizon. For as I write this, I am staring out into the same old rich view of contradictory textures and various hues of blue. Peeling curtain eyes concealing my veranda, above in my corroding home tower, I am drowning counter clock-wise, in the ocean of my being, depleted completely of any power.
I am reminded of the varying seasons and their accompanying winds where in charms of maya birds, doles of doves and kits of pigeons would flutter, above the inlet of the deep, serendipitous to all persons who habitually watch from a distance. Persons such as myself. Sometimes, if I'm lucky
mementoas i chain your ether
between what is surreal
and what is true
i will unravel you
like chiffon in remnants of
mother's pearl earrings and
chanel bottles of perfume
like father's aged black
leather box of dominoes and
snakes and ladders
you will hold a keepsake
of me, too


ApocalypseContrary to popular misconception, the end of the world is not global warming, a nuclear fallout, or a mechanical uprising. Zombies do not erupt from their graves, aliens do not suddenly decide to invade. There are no horsemen, vengeful Gods or wayward comets. Lightning does not smote the wicked and angels do not lead the worthy to peace. The end of the world is not a mass disaster; there is no exploding sun, tidal wave or earthquake. Instead, it is those quiet moments happening all over the world, every day.
***
Resting my hand on the gentle curve of my belly, I croon sweet nothings to my baby. I have decided that "it" is a "she", though the ultrasound confirmation is still several weeks away. Still, I have heard her heartbeat, and I am looking forward to hearing it again later today. I sit like this for an hour or so, soaking the sunlight into my skin and communing with the life growing inside me. I am lulled by the sound of traffic in the street, but the unmistakable drone of my hus
ClingyThere I was, minding my own business, just lookin' out the window and watching the world go past. It was comforting and I was at peace, but it didn't last. Something must've happened because you were as clingy as a white dog's fur on a black suit. You smooched up to me, pulling me into your arms and nuzzling deep into my skin. I tried to move away, but like always, you followed. Your hands batted at me gently, trying to manipulate me back into position. All I wanted was to watch the world outside, but your neediness foiled me again.
I wanted to tell you to get lost, but you don't speak lizard and I don't speak cat. God, I hate your coping mechanisms.
BushwhackedSmack-bang in the middle of woop-woop, a man toils under the harsh Australian sun. The fields around him are surprisingly green given the time of year, and well irrigated. A number of placid kangaroos can be seen dotting the landscape. Encompassing them as far as the eye can see is a tall fence, though closer inspection indicates that much of it is in need of repair. Still, it appears to do its job, as the kangaroos within seem disinclined to escape.
Some ten ks or so away, a couple of ratty old combie vans are almost completely obscured by the whirling dust disturbed in their passing. This is of no immediate interest to the old farmer, nor any of his farmhands, though it will eventually change the very course of his life.
It is, in fact, only when the van's occupants spill out along the boundaries of the aforementioned fence, making a ruckus that carries even to him, that he so much as glances up. Tipping his broad-brimmed hat back, the old Bushie grimaces in the direction of the nois

EternityDown by the lake, a child stands overlooking the water. Her dark hair is damp from a drizzle of rain not long passed, and her shoulders are lightly hunched beneath a pink jacket. Her small hands cup something tenderly as she seats herself on the grassy knoll by the water's edge. Once settled, she carefully tips the object into her lap, creating a bowl with her dress.
Her hands dip quickly into pockets and pull out items that she lays beside her with reverence: a crumpled sheet of paper, a pen, and a lighter. She ignores the pen and lighter for now, smoothing the paper and folding it attentively. Spiders drop from the trees above and she periodically swats them without giving it much thought.
When she is finished, she holds up a paper boat and examines it. Satisfied, she uses the pen to mark it with what she feels is an appropriate name, leaning sideways to avoid spilling the object from her dress. She holds the boat up again and nods in solemn satisfaction, slipping the pen back into h
Imperfectsilver slippers, begging my feet
kiss me, bear down and
forget everything else
and destroy yourself with numbers
once more, remember when calories
were the enemies, the ease
of slipping away--
but his voice, now, whispers,
and the promise of a future
is worth more than leaving
no footprints.
i will not be consumed.
Free To Good Home'Nae absently tapped her fingers against the keyboard. The cat had to go, but she just couldn't bring herself to lie as blatantly as the ad she'd found him in. "Somewhat incendiary" it'd said, right after "good with kids" and "declawed". They hadn't mentioned that the damn thing liked to bite. She knew, now, why they'd been so keen for her to have him and go. At the time she'd thought they were just being nice, waiving the microchip fee. She knew better now, but it was too late to do any good.
"GAH!" 'Nae's frustration rose with the memory of the way she'd been tricked, and she thumped the keys in irritation. A growl came from behind the door, and she double-checked the barricade. She could hear the thing chewing on something, and she shuddered. She hadn't been quick enough to grab Mr Tickles when she fled in here, and he'd fallen victim to the evil thing. His blood was smeared across her wolf rug now.
"Intelligent zombie-cat thing," she typed out. "Declawed, somewhat incendiary. Free.



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Bittersweet comeback

Thu Jul 10, 2014, 3:04 AM
I don't really know how to start this journal...
I've been missing since February 24th until July 10th - that's about 4 and a half months.
I decided to go because the joy of being here turned into stress - that i have this and that to do by x days. This plus what happened irl overwhelmed me. I didn't want to start having negative feelings towards dA, and so i decided to shut it off for as long it took me to recover.

I know i missed some of your guy's birthdays and other achievements, i'm sorry but:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY and CONGRATULATION on your achievements! :hug:

I want to thank my friends who did not forget me and worried about me - i'm sorry :hug:
I don't know what will become of my unposted interviews - any suggestions? I was thinking i could post them in a different form. I don't like not ending a project i started.

In other news, due to medication, i got chubby, which meant i could finally donate blood. And i did. The nurses walked around me like i was carrying the Holy Grail in my veins - which in medical terms, comes pretty close to that having in mind the fact that i have the rarest combination on Earth (only 15%  of people have a negative Rh, while only 1% have AB Rh-). And i registered as a bone marrow/stem cells donator as well. While i hope it won't be needed, i hope that it will help. It's bittersweet.

That's about it for now - What important things did i miss?
Have a great day! :hug:

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you are a great artist, I hope someday to be like you.
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Thanks for all your interviews you make!
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