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Running on SunlightYou're not supposed to butRunning on Sunlight by TigerSlinx
Sometimes you like to wake up before 5 am
Watch the day break open like an egg
The Sun rising, radiant, from his bed
Artists squabbling about what colours to paint the sky
Zephyrs flitting around discussing routes they never follow
The Courts fighting over what season it's supposed to be
This year Winter seems particularly feisty
Won't succumb to Summer
So the spring is colder than is customary
Mainly, though you want a show
Mostly, it escapes you but sometimes
You get a good hold of the sunlight and
Ride it all the way to work
Knowing that the day
Is going to be brilliant
A Countryside Lover's DreamA woman of chestnut brown hair, by the name of Cassandra, enters a room. Is it a den? Is it someone's house? At a pool? You decide. The sight she captivates her eyes with- her beloved man. Her height was just short of 5'5". Brown orbs are what her eyelids hold so dear. Her broad and thick shoulders indicate underestimated strength, for her shoulders have carried so much stress. Her arms were ready to take her man, labeling hers and hers alone, to give him the loving hugs she knew he craved the most after a long day. Her hands were given the ability to perform, to draw and to help spread the love of her Heavenly Father above. Her legs were eager to fall in love with this caring and humorous man. Her feet were quick to locate exactly where this adventurous man had dirtied his feet on any ground.A Countryside Lover's Dream by ChiharusMoon
Her love, by the name of Lance, was lying down on the couch. His eyes were closed because of how many disgusting, horrific sights he had seen just hours before. She was never sure exactly
ChalkWe used the stairsChalk by TigerSlinx
Ran up the escalators
Took the elevator when it looked like
We might not make it
But we still walked on the sidewalks
Even when the cars were faster
We couldn't afford one so we made our own
Figured they were just as good as the money that we spent
But it turns out they were better
And everyone wanted one
And we were rich
And someone stole our ideas
And our voices
And we spent all of our money trying to fight them and
Found ourselves on the sidewalks again
With nowhere to go and
Nowhere to be
Except with each other
Then you got sick and we couldn't really afford it and
You died and I couldn't really afford it and
Once again the road is starting to look like it might be faster
I think I might just walk out and let it take me
Maybe if I'm lucky the car that carries me away
Will be ours and it will
Run right off the road and
Disappear off the edge of the sidewalk
JR's Deviant Theater #2Now playing: :iconbackasswardsk: :icondraken413o: :iconemerald-depths: :iconaurorawienhold:JR's Deviant Theater #2 by JR-Imagery
I haven't done one of these in a while, so I figured it's high time that I get off my lazy butt and do one.
In my humble opinion, he is my favorite photographer on Deviantart, he is one of the best I have seen, I am always amazed by the work he puts on here, and I look forward to seeing more.
Not only does she have a clever name, but she also has amazing talent as a writer, her passion can be seen in her writing, her experiences through life have shaped her into the gifted writer that she is.
She is such a great photomanipulator, her art is the so pleasing to the eyes, I can look at her art for days, especia
Sometimes I Lose ThingsSometimes I lose things.Sometimes I Lose Things by tribble-of-doom
Sometimes it's little things.
Things like my ipod or my keys.
Bobby pins and chapsticks often evanesce without warning or cause.
Sometimes I lose bigger things.
Things like my favorite sweater or my school bag.
Things like the reason I came into a room,
Or the memories of what I had for breakfast that morning.
Sometimes I lose my train of thought, or the point I was trying to make or an idea.
Sometimes I lose arguments.
Sometimes I lose friends.
I like to think all the things I lose go to the same place.
A plain white place full of hair ties and dollar store bracelets,
And I like to think they all wait there, patiently.
Wait there to be found.
One day I lost my passion.
It floated away like a helium balloon drifting toward the sun.
But I couldn't let it go.
I chased it into the sky,
Past the moon and the stars and the milky-way,
I followed it into the white place,
I faced a sea of bobby pins and hair ties and chap-sticks.
I faced all those lost arguments and id
[Updated] Spring 2015 Contest Notice: 2/22/15I promised a contest notice late this month, so here it is!
The theme for this contest is Baby Animals. Your objective is to submit your best photograph that features a clearly young animal. The photo may also feature the baby's parents as long as the young animal is in clear view.
The deadline for submitting is April 25 (10:59 PM EST). On May 2, a journal entry featuring the winners will be posted.
1) There is a limit to one entry per participant, however one constructive comment or critique in our gallery's Critique Please folder may earn you one more entry slot.
2) By "clearly young," I mean that the animal must not be nearly fully grown. Kittens, puppies, foals, chicks, fawns and the like are able for participation, but their adult counterparts are not.
3) Your photographed animal may be of any species, but it must be clear what it is.
4) Your photo
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