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Oh my gosh!
Today, I have been honored to receive my ` mark with a bunch of other amazing deviants.
First off, thank you to $fourteenthstar and anyone who suggested me.
You are all amazing!
Whoa, a lot of familiar names on the list!
I hope to get to know some of you more.
`daekazu
`mirz-alt
`Ravenswd
`SavageFrog
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`thetaoofchaos
`vespera
`Arichy
`Luna--Rose
`cinyu
`BlissfullySarcastic
`dreamsinstatic
`OfOneSoul
`dragonfly-oli
`ziinyu
`VintageWarmth
`Milotic1406
`TeaPhotography
`CypherVisor
`CrystalJMarine
`Ravenari
`Romaji
`FuzzyHoser
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`MagicalJoey
`IceXDragon
`HazardousArts
`raspil
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`arvalis
`Pakaku
`GrimFace242
`luniara
`Kendra-Paige
`Minato-Kushina
`TiaVon
`PlasticusForkus
`Rahiden
$fourteenthstar
The dedicated and wonderful director of community operations.
Congrats everyone!
Today, I have been honored to receive my ` mark with a bunch of other amazing deviants.
First off, thank you to $fourteenthstar and anyone who suggested me.
Seniority Announcements - January 2013
This article marks the latest additions to the dizzy height of Senior members in our community. With just over 1000 deviants holding the highly saught after ` -- it's clearly a moment that deserves recognition.
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So what does it take to become a Senior? That's a question many have asked and have never really been able to get a straight answer on. Some have gained Seniority as a thank you for their time spent as a Volunteer, or to recognise their contribution to a particular project or collaborative action. Some have gained Seniority because of their community spirit, providing help and assistance to many other deviants and taking time out to promote the work of others in the community.
Some people have received Seniority because of their artistic endevours, having a positive influence on their peers by sharing resources, providing constructive criticism and by being a voice that stands out above the many other
You are all amazing!
Whoa, a lot of familiar names on the list!
I hope to get to know some of you more.
`daekazu
`mirz-alt
Kherming Cantations - Chapter 4Being lost in a foreign world was always a fear of Sara's. Perhaps it was because of her past, losing her family and spending so much time in strange places with no one to turn to. It probably wasn't a smart thing to believe the woman's story without question. Even Michael had warned her that Ria might be mentally-ill. But there was something about the druid’s eyes that spoke the truth. Perhaps things would have been different had Sara not had her own dealings with the supernatural. When she was younger, she might have been skeptical. As it was now, she was open to accept the impossible as possible.
Despite Sara's fears, Ria settled-in quickly. She was a strong personality and liked to take charge; she was reluctant to take orders, but still sought to please. The druid asked that she be given three hours every day in private, so she could work on her magic. Other than that, the woman did not like being idle. She insisted on reading and learning everything she could about her new
`Ravenswd
The Paupers Who Saw the World It was fifty feet tall, and appeared to be made entirely out of smoke. When it spoke, it was with a voice of thunder. "You will bring me the Minotaurs of Doom," it said.
The two humans standing before it had heard this before. The smoke-creature had made the same demand earlier. "I already told you," shouted one of the humans. "One of the Minotaurs disappeared twenty-five years ago. The other one alone won't do you any good!"
"You two are time-travellers. Yes, I know these things. You will fetch both Minotaurs and bring them to me."
"What happens if we don't?"
"I have extended my... I do not know the word in English."
"
`SavageFrog
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`thetaoofchaos
redyour swivel head – now fixated
rouge flush, bruised with pink
your slick lamella glows
from the dying occident:
a halo that crowns your blood-lighted skin
the night hoods and blinks
and i dawn into you
an urgent spate of motility
daggers out your buried volt
harpooning my cardia, my bursa collared
i'm hoisted up like ocean game
and into your ready teeth
shuddering at the thought of words
murdered in each sequent
dead1.
i hear these words
and something happens
in the yard;
it doesn't fit
a poem
or planet.
i see it squeeze
into the slits
beneath your shirt.
i feel it fly the smooth
of you
from off your back. it turns
and hides behind the acres,
stock frontiers
of jagged rooftops,
kept far and safe
and free
of me.
2.
the squirrel
has left the limb
as light would leave
a photograph.
i’m staring into its absence
and some new kind of animal is made;
one where
only
its reversal is alive.
it doesn't move or breathe.
the park is wintered over, and i don’t go.
the poppies
are all gone.
and when they do come back, they never chan
`vespera
Poem for a MotherWhen I was four
I'd follow you into the bathroom
on sticky feet,
press my little bird hands
into the back pockets of your jeans
while you were washing dishes
at the sink,
babbling on: Mommy, Mommy,
I love you.
Then there was the youth
who played Simon Says
to your aerobic routine.
I took jumps to your steps,
laughing as I tripped,
I wanted to go
where you went
I practiced to be
who you were.
The world split sideways
and I stumbled out
a teen traumatized
by the gory birth.
I'd've sworn you did it to me:
the red plague of my face,
the heartache,
the inexplicable serrating rage,
I beat at you as an extension
of self.
Poem for a MotherWhen I was four
I'd follow you into the bathroom
on sticky feet,
press my little bird hands
into the back pockets of your jeans
while you were washing dishes
at the sink,
babbling on: Mommy, Mommy,
I love you.
Then there was the youth
who played Simon Says
to your aerobic routine.
I took jumps to your steps,
laughing as I tripped,
I wanted to go
where you went
I practiced to be
who you were.
The world split sideways
and I stumbled out
a teen traumatized
by the gory birth.
I'd've sworn you did it to me:
the red plague of my face,
the heartache,
the inexplicable serrating rage,
I beat at you as an extension
of self.
I Took To Howling With YouI was shy at first, timid in my dealings,
I laced the trap against my throat,
sang sparing, tip-toed
around your poems.
The tone, the slow vibrating
from the shoots of my shoulders
to the gleam of polished talons,
it purred around inside me.
Oh the song, Coyote,
the same resigned call, it
paled before you, swallowed down its insides,
wept.
I took your little hand in my big hand,
flew out towards Crow, and for a while
My Love, there were poems
and the world was enough.
I took to howling with you,
down from the branches, safe
womb of the tree, I spread
dirt between my toes, sang happy,
sang the song of free,
your wild howl
`Arichy
`Luna--Rose
`cinyu
`BlissfullySarcastic
`dreamsinstatic
Emotive Dissonance"I love you, I love you"
is stuttering in
the white death of my heart
where your name
once echoed;
An impossible possibility
in the tenderness
of a golden glow,
inverted and
now blackened
by globs of mentholated tar.
You sway
silent and steady,
a dark pendulum
to tantalise,
to hypnotize the logic
from my mind
in exchange
for the unreliable promises
of a heart
that ignores what is
in search
of what it wants to be.
Trust like a wooden bridge in an iron age
becomes obsolete,
like truth has been supplanted by faith.
Truth
asphyxiates on parted lips
dripping
with heady, amber manipulations.
Truth
is hidden
in the dark folds,
lost in the crinkle
Autumn AutopsyAs lovers,
we were reckless;
Children
chasing fireflies
in a field of mines.
We traded kisses
and carefree caresses
for shrapnel
and blackened skin.
Short moments
stolen pawned
at the cost
of darker afternoons,
the twilight
of the dying season;
We didn't ask,
we never questioned
the interest
of our expenditures.
I shed my skin
in the Autumn of youth,
peeled back
the viscera and
bared the bone --
Rising up,
a scarecrow of worms
and raw meat,
amongst the stalks
of reddened corn.
Tonight
she clings
to dusty artifacts,
shelved trinkets
and
wrinkled sheets
laden with memories
of decaying potency;
The wisps
rising from the cooling wick
will never be
as sweet as
when the flame
burned brightest.
Sultry GenesisScintillating galaxies burst to life
from the slow whirl
of her jagged ivory hips.
I spiral into the vast blackness,
the inky atmosphere
spilling from the gossamer tips
of her swirling, mahogany ringlets.
Untethered, I drift,
bereft of graceful starlight
by which to navigate home.
Inevitably, I succumb
to the gravity of her undeniable attraction.
Glimmering eyes awaken,
shed the silken sheets of ashen lids
and illuminate her universe;
an amber sunrise gilding her white plains.
A weary pilgrim
constructing new constellations
from the starfield of her ribcage,
I ravenously hunger to taste sublime glory
writhing beneath the u
`OfOneSoul
Disillusioned
"You girls need a ride?"
October looked up, letting her eyes stray from the gravel beneath her feet. She had been walking along the highway for so long she had started counting her steps to pass the time, hoping that when she finally looked up she would see civilization. Abigail ran to the truck driver's passenger door, haphazardly pushing past October as if she had never ridden in a vehicle before.
October glared at the driver's soiled clothes, greasy hair, and crooked teeth. She imagined his smell which made her gag uncontrollably. It was as if his unkemptness was setting off red flags in her head: "Never talk to strangers. And never acce
Love Me Dead
It's that time once again.
The preparation and planning has been glorious. Though it is the same record I've played over and over for millennia beyond millennia, it is no longer broken. I have managed to ripen the mix and stir until it is an entirely new recipe. As petite and distastefully helpless as this form is, I am still an animal and can enjoy my bestial instincts that allow me to suffer pleasure in my kill.
So unappealing is this fragile form humans bare, however; to pity them is to offer a luxury they do not deserve. Their flaws and weaker forms aside, there is work to be done. One paw up
Winter Storms"I know I shouldn't."
Thor stared at the metal grates beneath his feet. His armor had grown heavy since the Avengers' victory against the alien invasion. Now that a war was prevented, he had to face his inner battle. Would he risk losing his brother again?
He sat in the back of the armored hummer provided by S.H.I.E.L.D, ignoring the trace blonde hairs that fell around his face. In a way, he hoped they hid his indecision. He brushed his hand against the side of his chin, relishing in the familiar sound of his stubble scratching his callused palms.
A low, muffled scoff resonated from the other side of the vehicle. Thor leaned back against t
`dragonfly-oli
`ziinyu
`VintageWarmth
`Milotic1406
`TeaPhotography
`CypherVisor
`CrystalJMarine
`Ravenari
`Romaji
`FuzzyHoser
`MagicalJoey
ResolutionsResolutions
13-1-13
I made my New Year’s Resolution on January 3rd. But we need some back-story.
Suffering from Depression makes life a nightmare; suffering from depression and having a miscarriage makes life Hell on earth. Even though he hadn’t wanted the baby, I had. I became more ‘religious’, promising God things that I would do if he kept my baby safe. And the first time there were blood spots he did.
The second time he did not, and I had to face those dreaded words ‘I don’t see a heartbeat’ and listen to my mother quietly swearing in the office. I had to go through another scan with the same r
The WildThe Wild
13-1-13
Ticklish turtles scream the silliest sounds,
And the flummoxed flamingos are so dragging me down.
Mesmerised mice look for nutritious nuts,
While the handsome hyenas eat the gory guts.
Lions lick loins like curious cats,
While peacocks preen, and majestic monkeys act.
What a wild place; croc's wrestle wildebeest down.
The Only WayThe Only Way
10-1-13
Write me your story no matter how long it becomes;
You have a few years and
A few more worries than I do,
But at the core we are the same.
Write me your story and I will listen as your heart speaks,
For we speak the same language you
And I,
We speak the language of written words
And long-distance hugs.
Write me your story and leave no blank spaces;
Share all your heart holds
For mine can hold it too.
Don’t be shy or coy,
Don’t try to fool the foolish – what
I see and what I hear are two different things
And I know this because I know you.
Write me your story,
And I will write you mine – for
We
`IceXDragon
`HazardousArts
`raspil
`arvalis
`Pakaku
`GrimFace242
Never Going Back.Little boy, little boy.
Won't you come here.
Little boy, little boy.
Won't you stay here.
He cries in the dark.
Stands strong in the world.
Fears that old monster.
Slowly learns to push back.
Young man, young man.
Won't you come back.
Young man, young man.
Won't you ever return.
He catches the strap.
Shatters the firewater.
Freeing himself.
Sheds not a tear.
Old man, old man.
Won't you help them.
Old man, old man.
Will you ever go back?
Skylar's Contemplation
Skylar's decision was a hard one. It meant she would have to betray one of her parents. She wasn't sure she could do that. She'd grown to love them both.
Her mother had shown her the way and given her the most honorable protector. Her father had shown her kindness and rejoiced in her return to him. Both loved her, that much was obvious.
Skylar rolled over in the bed. The sheets were tangled between her legs and her pillows were in disarray. A smirk formed on her face as she stared out the window and watched the dark moon. She could certainly get used to
Tiny Little TuneShe couldn't help but watch him as she waited for the tram to continue down the boardwalk. Her dark glasses hid the fact that she was staring him up and down, trying to memorize every aspect of his being. Placing him into her memory for later withdrawal. A perfect subject.
He sat there on the light brown bench with white sides. He was oblivious to the older gentleman sitting next to him or the young kids running circles around. The only thing he could focus on was the small black object in his hands.
The perfectly un-scuffed white sneakers on his feet were planted flat on the ground. Not budging. His arms tense – waiting - caused the l
`luniara
`Kendra-Paige
`Minato-Kushina
`TiaVon
`PlasticusForkus
`Rahiden
$fourteenthstar
The dedicated and wonderful director of community operations.
Congrats everyone!
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