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Journal Entry: Fri Mar 19, 2010, 4:18 AM

Mood: Sociable
Listening to: Porcupine Tree!!!
Drinking: Tea~ <3

The Houdini act

You might have noticed that I haven't updated anything for a very long time now, my journal's last entry was in September and my last deviation is from somewhere around there too. I have a perfectly fine excuse though:

ZERO inspiration.

I've done nada since the last deviation, I'm all dry in the creative part of the brain. We'll see if I can manage to scrape something together soon though, I really want to but unless I get some great ideas I probably won't for a while.

That being said, I would love to change subject:

Where can I find you guys besides here at DA? Do you have a flickr, twitter or facebook? Show me!

If you want to socialize with me some more you can find me at either my Facebook or Twitter account. I'd love if you befriended me, whether you're a new watcher or old timer!

I look forward to hearing from you.

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Letters I never sent

Journal Entry: Fri Sep 25, 2009, 3:43 PM

Mood: Rejected

Dear X,

You are not the Duchess of Fife, or a fairytale princess, or a rock star, and I love you for that.

I'm not a fairytale prince, and you don't seem to take that very well.

Don't fall in love until you're 30, at least then you can hope that the other person knows what the hell he/she wants.

Oh, and I just turned 20. Now I can get drunk whenever I want without having to visit a bar.

Awesome.

Miss my uploads? Yeah, me too.

/N

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It's been a while

Journal Entry: Mon Sep 21, 2009, 2:10 AM

Mood: Dazed

first off...

I bet you're wondering about that contest I was holding, and I seriously can't think of any kind of explanation that can justify making all of you hungry artists wait for this long.

So I'm sorry.

I will try to make this happen as soon as I can, but that leads me to...

Title no. 2!

I'm weak.

Like, really weak.

You don't see this shit in television-weak.

It's not like I'm sick or injured or something, no no. It's way more personal, but I'll leave at that and hope that you all will have understanding without having an explanation.

Hint:

Oh, and I'm working a loooooooooooooooooooooooot...

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Sorry!!!!

Journal Entry: Fri Jul 24, 2009, 12:11 PM

Mood: Dazed

I'm so deeply, incredibly, sincerely...

SORRY!

I had plans on trying to select a winner by now, but I've had my *ss full of work for the last 3 weeks, and I'm currently working 12 hours per day which leaves less energy to things like this! Heck, I don't even have the energy to eat some days, which should make you understand a little better about how much I actually work these days.

And for you who are curious about what I do you can always check out this [link]
I install refractory materials in various kinds of furnaces and such, i.e. in stainless steel factories, chalk furnaces, etc. It's intense, I'll tell you that!

I will do what I can to select a winner soon, but I can't promise that it'll happen until I come home again...

Have a wonderful weekend, I'll catch you later!

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Take-away and way too many cigarettes

Journal Entry: Sat Jul 4, 2009, 4:18 PM

Mood: Nervous

I...

I don't know what to type, it's just a big mess in my head right now.

I'm not drunk but I kinda feel like it, like I've eaten something funny and inhaled copious amounts of tobacco while on sleep pills that just won't work.

The truth is...

I'm scared.

I'm terrified, actually.

What if I f*ck things up?

I'm shaking like an epileptic leaf in a thundercloud.

I... I finally met someone new, someone wonderful with a lot of humor, who knows how to laugh without having to lie, someone who can't cook, who's smile knocks me out of my shoes, someone who likes to play really freaking scary video games but still holds on to me when thunder roars, someone who drains my cell phone money in a day but makes it look good, who doesn't wrinkle her nose as often as you would do, someone who doesn't use guilt as a weapon, someone who might just like me for what I am.

For who I am.

And all that I can think of is that I might fuck it up.

"For f*ck's sake, it's been a year".

And yeah, it's really been a year in just a few days. I haven't been kissed by love in a year. I have not felt beloved in a year. I have never laughed so hard with someone else while frying something as simple as meatballs ever before. I've never not been forced to watch the same old cheesy chick flicks over and over again before.

Thank you. (keep me..! (I can cook!))

I can't breath, I need another cigarette...

The Contest | The Submissions

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another one bites the dust

Journal Entry: Thu Jun 25, 2009, 3:34 PM

Mood: dA Love

A Star Falls This Evening...

As some (or most) of you might have heard, legendary pop artist Michael Jackson is dead according to the news channels. Apparently he got a cardiac arrest in his home and ceased to breathe. He was rushed to hospital where they tried to revive him but it seems as if it wasn't enough to save his life.

It's a big shock and a long awaited news article at the same time. No one could possibly have missed what the papers have written about MJ over the last years about his physical condition, but even so this whole thing still hits you right in the face.

Michael Jackson was 50 years young, and I will miss him even though he didn't release any new music for a lot of years.

Rest in peace, king of pop. You're leaving a hole the size of Neverland.

I felt that this was more important to me than the contest at the moment, but if you want to check it out it's still available here. Good luck to all submitters!

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Art Contest: Emotions

Jun 24, 2009, 1:42:50 AM by ~NiclasSoberg
Journals / Culture / Contests

Please read through the whole thing before submitting art!

Up For A New, Cooler Contest?

Any kind of medium can enter, any kind of artist, and the picture can have any kind of message, but the winner will be selected on one thing and one thing only (besides the other things mentioned below):

The piece of art that hits my spot the hardest, that makes the largest impact in an emotional fashion, takes the prize of a 12 month subscription.

12 Month Subscription!?

You heard me!

Be aware though, DeviantArt is a big pond filled to the edge with big fish, so you'll have to work hard to impress me if you want to win!

Also be aware of that I will be using a system similar to DA Critique as well as my potential emotional instability to judge your works:

Vision: How beautiful is your art? What can be seen, and how does it affect the vision of your art?

Originality: How many times have I seen the same thing before? Is your work a "same shit different color" piece or a unique piece of art?

Technique: How well composed the piece is, judging everything from angle and composition to post processing, colors, exposure, etc.

Impact: How many somersaults my heart will make on first, second and third glance. Break my heart to impress.

Oh, and did I mention that I hooked up with lovely Ms.

~bigcitydreams to be my co-judge for this contest? Twice the awesomeness, triple the fun, zero calories!

IMPORTANT: Rules

Please take 3½ seconds to read through the rules so that I won't have to repeat them for you if you screw up.

You may submit ONE thumb for the contest.

Your art may be any category and art form you'd like (photo, traditional, digital, etc).

It must be a completely new piece made for this contest only, submitted after June 13th 2009. And please</u> be honest, it's more fun for the rest of us if no one tries to cheat. I should add that I will ignore all thumbs that are uploaded before June 13th.

You have until Monday July 13th 2009

Are you up for it?

When you have an art piece that you want to submit to this contest, send me and/or ~bigcitydreams a private note with a link to your art! (You can send to multiple deviants simultaneously so I'd love if you did that!)

Good luck to everyone, and don't forget to spread the word if you think your friends or fans will contribute to the contest!

The Stuff We're Looking For

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Oh, and feel free to stop by and have a look at the other submissions as well!

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Art Contest: Emotions

Journal Entry: Tue Jun 23, 2009, 8:39 AM

Mood: dA Love

Please read through the whole thing before submitting art!

Up For A New, Cooler Contest?

12 Month Subscription!?

Vision: How beautiful is your art? What can be seen, and how does it affect the vision of your art?

Originality: How many times have I seen the same thing before? Is your work a "same shit different color" piece or a unique piece of art?

Technique: How well composed the piece is, judging everything from angle and composition to post processing, colors, exposure, etc.

Impact: How many somersaults my heart will make on first, second and third glance. Break my heart to impress.

Oh, and did I mention that I hooked up with lovely Ms.

~bigcitydreams as my co-judge for this contest? Twice the awesomeness, triple the fun, zero calories!

IMPORTANT: Rules

Please take 3½ seconds to read through the rules so that I won't have to repeat them for you if you screw up.

You may submit ONE thumb.

Your art may be any category and artform you'd like (photo, traditional, digital, etc).

It must be a completely new piece made for this contest only, submitted after June 13th 2009. Be honest, it's more fun for the rest of us if noone tries to cheat. I should add that I will ignore all thumbs that are uploaded before June 13th.

You have until Monday July 13th 2009

Are you up for it?

When you have an art piece that you want to submit to this contest, send me and/or ~bigcitydreams a private note with a link to your art! (You can send to multiple deviants simultaneously so I'd love if you did that!

Good luck to everyone, and don't forget to spread the word if you think your friends or fans will contribute to the contest!

Inspiration!

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Shameless Self Promotion

BigCityDreams

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Art contest: emotions

Jun 13, 2009, 10:53:52 AM by ~NiclasSoberg
Journals / Culture / Contests

I'm bored to the limit, so I thought I'd hold a "small" competition for anyone here who wants to enter. Any kind of medium can enter, any kind of artist, and the picture can have any kind of message, but the winner will be selected on one thing and one thing only (besides the other things mentioned below):

The piece of art that hits my spot the hardest, that makes the largest impact in an emotional fashion, takes the prize of a 12 month subscription.

12 Month Subscription!?

You heard me!

Be aware though, Deviantart is a big pond filled to the edge with big fish, so work hard to impress me if you want to win!

Also be aware of that I will be using a system similar to DA Critique as well as my emotional instability to judge your works:

Vision: How pretty is the art to watch?
Originality: How many times have I seen the same thing before? Is your work a "same shit different color" piece or a unique piece of art?
Technique: How well composed the piece is, judging everything from angle and composition to post processing, colors, exposure, etc.
Impact: How many somersaults my heart will make on first, second and third glance. Break my heart to impress.

Summary

Break my heart using your art. (Work hard to create a very emotional piece of art)

You may post ANY kind of art medium.

You may only post ONE piece.

It must be a new piece, not posted or made before you read this!

You have one month starting NOW! (Deadline Monday July 13th 2009)

Are you up for it?

When you have an art piece that you want to enter the competition with either post a link to your art here, in my journal or in a note to me

Good luck to everyone, and don't forget to spread the word if you think your friends or fans will contribute to the contest!

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You are the reason

Jun 13, 2009, 5:42:20 AM by ~NiclasSoberg
Journals / Art News / Photography

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To all subscribing deviants...

Journal Entry: Sun Jun 7, 2009, 4:55 PM

Mood: dA Love

Ever heard of Critique Week?

~CritiqueWeek is a club for those of us (subscribing members) who wants to give and receive critique using the fairly new critique tool here at DA. It's a good idea that gets this new concept into motion a lot faster, and if you have a subscription I recommend that you have a look at their journals where they post deviations in "need" of critique. If you decide to critique one of the deviations linked in ~CritiqueWeek's journals please refer to ~CritiqueWeek and post a comment with the number of the deviation you critiqued in ~CritiqueWeek's journal

My watchers might have noticed that I critiqued `l8's Condensation Catwalk, and I'll try to give more critiques to various artists in the near future. Let me know if you liked it or not! (fair/unfair)

Set 3 & 4
Set 5 & 6
Set 7 & 8

Oh, and since I'm critiquable as well... >_>

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It buuurns!

Journal Entry: Thu Jun 4, 2009, 1:10 AM

Mood: Pain
Playing: Wrath of the Lich King!
Eating: Nuthin .___.
Drinking: Water

On the 3rd day of headache

No, it's not that bad

I'm still a zombie though. My headache feels like it's just getting worse by the hour, and it's been 72 hours now so you can probably figure out the rest. My stomache is pretty much alright though, but a massage would definitely be in it's place!

And I really hate complaining, but I just want to tell you guys so you can figure out why my gallery never gets updated.
I'll try to come up with something to do though, maybe I'll post a new tutorial of something like that.

Why are you not cheering me up with happy stuff!?

Feature

^{~odeusum - be aware of awesome vector art. (Oh, and there be bewbs too, but I'm not showing that here *giggles*)}

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My super power is...

Journal Entry: Tue Jun 2, 2009, 2:22 PM

Gallery | Journal | 100 Theme Challenge | Tutorials | Contact

Getting sick all of a sudden yet strikingly frequent

So now my back hurts like a motherf*cker, I've had a jolly 24 hour ride with a razor headache and my stomach tends to cramp every now and then.

Love it.
Can't get enough!

Anyways, I renewed my subscription today so now I can continue my feature quest

Feel free to give tips if you think you know a guy/girl/man/woman who knows his/her shit but doesn't get the attention!

To do list:

Take 97 more photographs for the 100 Theme Challenge

Take requested pictures (no dirty thoughts here!) for ~Jacyll, ~SweetHeartPhotos and !MJeeean!

Clean my apartment so that I can take photos and post to show you guys my luxurious lair.

Work out!!!

Cleanse the evil that inhabits my kitchen sink.

Write a new CSS that I feel comfortable with. Preferably with a nice easy theme that's easy to adjust for seasonal changes etc. You know CSS? Call me.

I have stuff to do ._.

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Mood: dA Love

Poetry Feature!

Journal Entry: Tue May 26, 2009, 4:09 AM

Gallery | Journal | 100 Theme Challenge | Tutorials | Contact

"Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition" - Eli Khamarov

^{~barl1992 "I'm weaker.
I'm broken.
My heart's been ripped open.

No aggression.
No progression.
In deep dejection.

I never recieved any affection."}

^{~kasmel "Ever a breath away, riding on the winds. The taste of laughter, the smell of sorrow, the sound of fear, the feel of...indifference."}

Sweet Somber Sorrowful Ever a breath away, riding on the winds. The taste of laughter, the smell of sorrow, the sound of fear, the feel of...indifference.

All of the senses and nonsenses we hold dear and hostage to our self image. Our vision of ourselves will forever be tragically rooted between what we fear that we are and what we hope others believe that we are.

In occasional fleeting moments the texture of our being comes into focus; the more sharply rendered the more quickly we adjust the composition so as to create a more obscure perspective.

We reduce, reuse, and recycle our emotion, acceptance, empathy, and save, borrow, lend, and purchase outrage, joy, f

A flame without fire Incandescence in it's truest form. Illumination, understanding, compelling reason.

In this void we burn, a flame without fire, emitting bursts that can only be perceived by those capable of receiving along the same wavelengths. A glare shining down upon us from above, the over mind, the greatest construction of conception, the accepted reality.

As tungsten we play our parts as relays, bouncing around the flashes and flares of ideas, burning our own abilities to conceive even as we burn upon our retinas and form wrinkles in our brains to represent the possibilities we've thus far been able to grasp without letting go in pain or denial. Yet e

Sublime inference Neither in the deep nor shallow reason do we find the answers to our dreams versus our perception of our lives' paths. We hope for the sublime inference to guide us to the goal post, the scoring net, the tropical beaches and peaceful wind-swept desert plains.

Whether inductive or deductive or productive or seductive our thoughts sway with the winds of social pressure and succumb to the mean, mode, and median within ourselves. Averages define our steps and refine our awareness of self. Growing outward, ever expanding, while struggling desperately upward, our beliefs, opinions, wants, desires, fears, and neuroses draw from the collective uncon

^{=Kasia88 "With heaviness burdening his heart, an elderly man sat in the soft embrace of his massive chair, wiping the sweat of his wrinkled forehead into a velvet handkerchief. As the gaze of his weary, pale-blue eyes rose above the bronze desk, the oval mirror returned the grave expression of his kingly face. Besides the candle light that shimmered faintly on a shelf, the rest of the chamber was filled with darkness."}

^{~Professor-Kirby "My ears were ringing with the tolling of great, golden bells and all I heard was my breathing, rasping like someone was holding a megaphone up to my mouth. Now my head was buzzing, my eyes popping in a weak protest, and I was about to die."}

Coffee to Go Coffee to Go

The air was cold before but even colder when the breeze whistled through it like a paper airplane in a wind tunnel. Sunlight put up a valiant and futile effort to fend of the deep chill and sunk in despair behind a cloudbank. The wind kept blowing. Today was the sort of day where lovers go out and mope on park benches or bridge railings, not necessarily because they had been jilted or because they had even loved the girl that much, but because it was the kind of day that makes one want to freeze their behind off for love’s sake. In contrast, it was an exceedingly beautiful day. The sun was consoling itself by mak

^{~x0cutiepie0x "As he was about to move away even slightest from the window, Mark realizes that it was strangely quiet outside. There were no cars and no one running their daily mile."}

Allen Day Allen Day is a Marine. Allen was sent to Iraq and it was very hard for him to adapt to the military life. One day, his haughty sergeant decided to go on a mission without his squad, telling his lieutenant that he could complete it faster without them. The sergeant took a wrong turn at the crossroads and faltered into enemy territory. He was almost declared MIA when Allen and his squad were sent to find him. The only impediment they would face was the darkness of the night but they accepted it anyway. It was imperative to find the sergeant, no matter how proud or selfish he was, or else another Marine would have to replace him.

The city was

^{~Oobius-Nomadicus "Wake each day and wonder
Where and what's become
Of a life of two together
Of a love that lasts far-flung

Is this new day dawning
Bright a world away?
Or is a candle burning
To ward against the gray?"}

Far Away at War Wake each day and wonder
Where and what's become
Of a life of two together
Of a love that lasts far-flung

Is this new day dawning
Bright a world away?
Or is a candle burning
To ward against the gray?

What sights beheld of fire?
What sounds that split the night?
What words from past life linger
On after the fight?

And does he feel the distance
The same as you each day?
Does he know the anguish
It is to feel this way?

Would he understand your need
For the warmth of arms,
When his are scarred and torn
A world away, at war?

And would he forgive the night
When his eyes seemed so far?
If fate had chosen another time
To claim

Through the Clear See the broken austere castle
Home to dream-worn spoils
That crumble amid the battlements
And seep into the mire
Claimed by cracks of flesh and bone
Weary from the days
When broken bone stood stalwart stone
And hammered 'gainst the gloom

Days gone past
Days before
Sing solemn songs tonight
Of lovers lost
Love beheld
Wicked dreams gave life

Hearth-bred mouths of victim's lives
Speak soft the words of love
But can't deny the beggar's truth
That defines them in their eyes
Words of lust, no tender care
Nor grace or wit to find
Shines doubt upon the treacher's path
A path he mustn't climb

Words so shallow
Words so fair
Twis

The Broken Dawn I am the dawn that's breaking
The wind that wipes away
I am the wheel a sad sun's turning
The color washed in gray

Here is a man that's lying
He leaves them all behind
Sets sails to the wide world burning
For a land he'll never find

There is a world that's winding
Counts days until the end
Builds storms over the tear-washed alleys
That men could not defend

Gone is the boy that's dreaming
To a place in his mind
Away from the waking world's yearning
And all the eyes gone blind

Behold the night that's coming
After day's final breath,
When a word from a lost love spoken
Sets pride to rest again

^{~Sir-Cool "I touch you, and feel nothing,
Only your sweet perfection,
It Pulses through me like nothing else,

True texture, lies in your eyes,
The only reason I feel,
I feel what I don't have,
And it makes a part of me, sigh."}

Impervious Optics I touch you, and feel nothing,
Only your sweet perfection,
It Pulses through me like nothing else,

True texture, lies in your eyes,
The only reason I feel,
I feel what I don't have,
And it makes a part of me, sigh.

I'm with you and smell nothing,
Only your sweet perfection,
It Pulses through me like nothing else,

True fragrance lies in your eyes
The only reason I smell,
I smell what I don't have,
And it makes a part of me, shy.

I listen to you, and hear nothing,
Only your sweet perfection,
It Pulses through me like nothing else,

True words lie in your eyes
The only reason I hear,
I hear what I don't have,
And it makes a

Underdose These Capsules rest in my hand

Disguised as a colorful candy,

I pop them in my mouth

And swallow with glee,

It feels as though,

I'm finally set free,

From life's unfiltered reality.

Falling like angels of heaven,

Directly

Into the pits of hell,

Numbness trickles, down my spine

Until it flows,

Like a river of nothing.

The dark intangible demons, of insecurity

Puncture my bubble of hope,

Angels of chalky assortment

Vanquish them, with a sharp ignorance,

Leaving the past,

Lost and forgotten,

The numbness begins to fade,

Will these demons attack again?

Shimmering drops of translucent agony

Invade my face,

When I decide to t

^{*killeroffish "She was fighting her will, trying to stay both calm and conscious at the same time while her body was undergoing the horrific pain. Why oh why hadn't they given her the mask for this? She felt a great wrenching of something that was attached and refused to be separated from her."}

Sub-total parathyroidectomy Sitting up clutching a sick-pot I felt awful. My arm that had the IV drip taped to it was slowly swelling and turning a vibrant shade of warm blue. Every lymph node close to my skin was vibrant blue. As fast as the dye was pumping it's way in through my veins, I was going through pot after pot, filling each with bright blue vomit. I knew I was dehydrating myself but couldn't stop the flow. What happened next was a blur and the next thing I knew was waking to find my neck in terrible pain. I heard the soft beeping of something to my left and tried to see what it was but my neck wouldn't move. I tried pushing myself into a sitting position and

^{~Corina90 "i. They call her a killer.
She’s a stunner with rebel smiles and dark eyes.
Never gonna fall in love, they say, not if she’s always eating hearts.
"}

Atlantic. i. They call her a killer.
She’s a stunner with rebel smiles and dark eyes.
Never gonna fall in love, they say, not if she’s always eating hearts.

ii. Desperate touches starve a hungry heart.
She leaves with the moon, says their beds don’t feel like home.
They promise her the world. She says she never did look good in diamonds.

iii. Thunder rolls with the breaking of her horizon.
All she’s ever wanted was a man to hold her hand.
They say she’s cold to the touch, can’t fall in love with the Atlantic tonight.

iv. She cuts her teeth on their empty words.
Can’t break hearts when all she&

Supernova. She’s got constellations in her eyes.
And he’s got the galaxy in the palm of his hand.

So when he reaches up to run a hand down the side of her cheek, the stars are exploding and he’s isn’t thinking of anything but how supernovas are smoldering in the friction of their lips. And they are ablaze (burning, burning, burning) with desire and dreams that spin and crash and collide.

^{~weakandweary "We're a beautiful lanky bunch
if you look from far enough away,
We're really kind of elegant
in an awkward fluid way;

We're pretty goddamn charming
with our wide and lovely eyes,
We're nothing short of splendid
with an appeal you can't deny"}

airy ambitions One day distant, I'll explode upwards like
a crazy dizzy dangerous rocket,
and shatter into starlight.

They'll stare, they'll gasp, they'll be
delighted dazzled distracted and I
will be content to absorb their awe.

(I'll blaze something brilliant; I'll be stunning and lovely and I won't have to write anymore.)

I'll not fade away- no moss will blanket me;
I'll always be moving, shooting from
here to there and it w o n ' t m a t t e r
who I was
who I wanted to be

The only tale chronicled for those future
will be the night I ascended to heights higher,
when I soared past the stratosphere,
when the sky wa

Ugly Ponies We're a beautiful lanky bunch
if you look from far enough away,
We're really kind of elegant
in an awkward fluid way;

We're pretty goddamn charming
with our wide and lovely eyes,
We're nothing short of splendid
with an appeal you can't deny.

for yr own joy my own joy would be
the perfect poem to talk to Lost
and run my fingers along the sterling

my own joy would let me walk beside
my fairest friend of all, in a place where
the breeze blows forever and the grass is sweet milk;
where each morning is fresh and unashamed-

my own joy would bury me,
fold me into the earth like an animal
I'd breathe with the yeasts and
my lungs would grow and grow and grow

my own joy would let that kid come back
to the violets and the shifting plates
and we wouldn't be lonely anymore-

my own joy would free me up,
let me walk and talk and peddle loosely
through streets and alleys, without
the weight of

^{*DraculeaRiccy "Come and walk through the door
Into a world ruled by madness
Can you feel it?
It's crawling under your skin
Digging a way into you brain
Like a hungry parasite
A cold chill runs down your spine
when you cross the threshold to my empire"}

Asylum Come and walk through the door
Into a world ruled by madness
Can you feel it?
It's crawling under your skin
Digging a way into your brain
Like a hungry parasite
A cold chill runs down your spine
when you cross the threshold to my empire
Can you hear them whisper?
Can you hear them pray?
They will give their life
For the sake of science
There will be a new race of mankind
A perfection of humanity
When the screaming begins
I am god
In my Asylum

Happy A nurse takes me into room no.3
The radio is playing a happy song
If you really have to, then go ahead and slit my wrists
Let me see the pretty flowers and tell me that everything's alright
All the people dressed in white are smiling but I don't want to be one of them
If you really have to, go ahead and cut my stomach open
Take out all the hate and let me see the pretty clouds
Close the window, I don't wanna hear them screaming
And the radio is playing a happy song
If you really have to, go ahead and open up my skull
Cut out all the ugly thought and let me see the pretty butterflies
I want to be happy again

^{~GoGoGodzirra "After Lillian had given the piece of toast a thorough examination she came to a conclusion. “Granny, this looks like Chuck Norris”
“A Chug Walrus?” replied Grandma Jamima with a confused look on her face"}

The Chuck Norris Toast Story To Chuck a Toast

Lillian sat up in her grandma’s spare bed. Her legs were stretched under the covers, and her hands layed in her lap. She soaked in the sunlight’s golden rays as it showered down and lit up the dimmed pink bedroom. The scent of her grandma’s cooking filled up the whole house sending hunger growls to Lillian’s stomach. With arms outstretched and a wide yawn, she made her way out of bed. Just as she was about to take her first step, Grandma Jamima poked her grey covered head from behind the door.
“Good morning, Lillian. Are you ready for breakfast?”
“Oh boy, I sure am, Granny” Lillian r

^{~Jirachi385 "There's nothing more profound,
It's just an unbelievable sound,
Our lives are simply perfect, Life's a duet!"}

^{~screaming4reason "Let’s complicate reality
Anticipate duality
Of heart and mind
As fate unwinds"}

I Love You Just three words
The only ones you know
Nothing more to say
Nowhere else to go
Those three little words
Like a reflex, relayed
What you say before you go
When I wish you would have stayed
Three misused words
Cover up the pains
But soon after they're said
Right through, leach the stains
Three feeble words
Used with lack of zeal
Said with a voice of apathy
Torn open wounds can't heal
Three useless words
Mean nothing anymore
A mighty ship of hopefulness
Now wreckage on the shore
Three sarcastic words
One of which, four letters
Might as well have been a curse
But that would have been better
Three painful words
Don’t

A Leap of Faith This uncertainty
Will ruin me
Why do I flee
From what could be
The insanity
The hypocrisy
To tell others to be free
Then show my insincerity
When I regretfully
Distastefully
Reveal my insecurity
Not taking that step intrepidly
Not boldly
Fearlessly
Heroically
Or daringly
Not moving ahead toward things I can’t foresee
But staying comfortably
In these notions that I can seize
Within my mind, but I still believe
That if I don’t change, life will cease
To be worth anything that I need
For it is the unknown that will proceed
To be the cause of anxiety
Of worry
To be what causes loss of sleep
It is the task of al

Heart and Mind Let’s complicate reality
Anticipate duality
Of heart and mind
As fate unwinds

This is anticipation of complication
Rationalization of ramifications
Due to expert speculation
One might expect tribulations
Instead of elation
At such strange relation

Of logically and lovingly
A dichotomy of hypocrisy
Dealing with such duplicity
And reeling unsubmissively
Rejecting inconsistency
Betwixt modes of insincerity

But you see, eventually
Ideals overwhelmingly
Command with such polarity
Against a love which equally
Demands oh so opposingly
Of one who so decisively
Knows with such a certainty
Not with which path to proceed

^{=tetrarchangel"Whilst angels hunt mist
Sovereign champion of the subcutaneous stranglehold
Nature engages shadowy cycles..."}

Remixed: Silver Eagle Whilst angels hunt mist
Sovereign champion of the subcutaneous stranglehold
Nature engages shadowy cycles...

Blood in veins takes chemicals
Developing foundations
Designing exquisite monstrous destiny
A construction of
The tide of the same
Those lovers' purposes
That abide in dominion over people

Through the woods
Of sleeping pine trees
We accompany the wind;
See the animals
Distorted by the virus:
Rats listen to broadcasts
Crazed boars are bound by snakes
Crabs
Crows manifest genocide against ravens;
We take wing with the stormwind.

Our sworn purpose?
To turn into soldiers of light
Heroes of drastic fire
Attending

^{~esiewertjr "Oh how we preoccupy ourselves with self-preservation,
and only to forever be struck down by the foundation
of life. From the shallowest ideas to the deepest of
beliefs we lust for companionship."}

Unbreakable A letter to those who have guarded themselves from true love

Oh how we preoccupy ourselves with self-preservation,
and only to forever be struck down by the foundation
of life. From the shallowest ideas to the deepest of
beliefs we lust for companionship. A way to direct our
doting; our unwavering dedication. Alas, many
such times we discover a realization of this dream
and fall to the perversion of this vision by simple yet
ensnaring passions that mislead us from ideals such as
purity, honesty, selflessness, long-suffering, kindness,
and peace. What such misconception can come from anything but
experiences of the weak-hearted, wea

Another Cliche I can't stand to make you smile,
and I hope you never have to see,
how every single thing about you,
somehow inebriates me.

As pathetic as it may sound,
your voice rings in my head,
like a million silver jingle bells,
to brighten winter dread.

I can't beleive I even have
to write this blasted song,
here's a toast to each cliché,
that was right but felt so wrong.

To join the lost numbers of poems and rhyme
writ to each damsel caught by young man's eye,
and to twist the face of each beauty to wrote
only to fall for each lyric and dote.

But not to love to my dearest affection,
or even to fancy the fairest complexion,
only

^{!Rakshiv-Fire-Runner "The world was black, dark, sounds muffled and everything incomprehensible. Muddled thoughts swam against a static background, slowly growing clearer, concise; the dark lightening by degrees. Voices, worried, conversation, heard only in snippets. And there, vague at first but slowly growing into a steady throb, pain."} :thumb79494222:

^{~theotherwhiteink "Our job as artists is not to just stop and smell the roses... We must stick those Roses into our nose and breath deeply as we create what the rest of the world refuses to see."}

^{~Otacon144 "Behind the wheel of an old charter bus, gutted and refitted into a makeshift scrap truck, the old man stared out at the vast desert before him. The unforgiving landscape flew by with the rush of wind through one of the windows that didn't quite seal all the way somewhere in the back, which he had converted from passenger space into a small, spartan living area; a cot, a workbench, and a radio, which hummed out an old country song riddled with static."}

^{~Octobig "Like leaves they fall from the trees
Ancient and long forgotten memories

No longer do they possess their glow
All that is left leaves only a faint shadow"} :thumb116252424::thumb118532409:

^{~WateryAsh "What I now feel has gone beyond the pain and fear.
I let my suicidal thoughts brake free.
My body is tired of the harshness of the pavement.
Against my will, I truth begin to see."}

When The Devil Held The Bible There was a town, once upon a time,
And puritan infected it was greatly.
The God was vengeful, feared, far from kind.
The brooding atmosphere possessed the town mainly.

The harsh will of the judge had killed not one, but many
"Witches" pure in beauty, black in heart.
And come the night, the moans of murdered innocence
Were heard, until the darkness turned to light.

Oh please Your Honour! Stop the blood from spilling!
Oh Father please! Please forgive their sins!
I beg fishwife! Spare your tongue from gossip!
It's you who have the devil's soul within.

Does not the God command "thou shalt not kill"?
Does not The Bible say "thou shal

Obsession Just don't, just don't come near.
Your distant eyes pierce through me
And I fear you just don't understand
What it feels like.
To you, it's just another day.

"You are not real", I mutter in my sleep,
But then the next day I feel your presence
And understand that
This was just a useless hope.

The worst part yet, I let you do this
To me. And even when you're not around,
The thought of you tears up my soul
And treats it like a lifeless doll.
Without care, nor feeling.

You haunt my mind. I can't remember
When was the last time I haven't thought of you.
It seems, you never bothered once to realize
I used to have a life. Without yo

Agression What I now feel has gone beyond the pain and fear.
I let my suicidal thoughts brake free.
My body is tired of the harshness of the pavement.
Against my will, I truth begin to see.

I know the shadows walking past
Care not, nor see my suffering, depression.
They come not close to me, but bluntly step aside,
Accepting their role as silent witnesses to the aggression.

As brooding darkness over-shadows day,
I listen to the pleading knocking of the rain, resembling
Greatly my own tears.
I fall on my knees and I pray
To God who doesn't seem to hear.

For endless years I kept inside me...
The killing sadness, now eating me alive.
I whis

^{*since91 "I smell
The fragrance that's spread through the air.
And I can't tell
If it's true or am I dreaming?"}

Spring Isn't spring
Such a beautiful, colourful thing?
The perfect season for us to dance and sing!

I feel free
Under a tree.
Watching the petals being blown up to the sky,
See the birds that fly
To heaven.
And wonder why, oh why,
Can't I also fly?

I smell
The fragrance that's spread through the air.
And I can't tell
If it's true or am I dreaming?

Out of the blue,
I turn to you.
Grabbing your hand,
I stand up and say:
"Take me to a faraway
land!"

Oh, bring the scent of spring
So that I can once again sing:
"Oh, what a wonderful thing!"

Will
You dance on a hill
With me?
Run and hear the shrill cry of the flying birds
'Til

By Night When stars line up, when night falls down,
With eyes of blue and hair of brown,
She slowly steps into the light
Her hair and dress are shining bright.

She calls for him, he doesn't come.
When with her prayers she is done,
She grabs her dress, sits by the lake
Wond'ring if she's still awake.

All is quiet and all is hush.
Someone comes closer in a rush.
She turns around, falls in his arms
Beyond their love, there are no harms.

"My lady, don't you cry no more,
For I will be forever yours."
He cups her cheek and blows her tears
Into her midnight eyes he stares.

They lose themselves into one kiss,
That feels like pure moment of b

^{*Konjekto "There are no lines in this balcony scene,
just the long drag of engines, like dirty glass
bottles in some alleyway. You've asked me

should I feel like a prostitute sometimes,
not owned by some man but those curtain veins
payed by the hour, torn and collapsed.

Your breathing is narrow,
and a wide bloom of empty space
is outside you, spinning and obscene

because life's not getting any better than that. "}

Hotel Room There are no lines in this balcony scene,
just the long drag of engines, like dirty glass
bottles in some alleyway. You've asked me

should I feel like a prostitute sometimes,
not owned by some man but those curtain veins
paid by the hour, torn and collapsed.

Your breathing is narrow,
and a wide bloom of empty space
is outside you, spinning and obscene

because life's not getting any better than that.

Vein Apoplectic There are sparklers in the back of my throat, and you're just itching to dynamite
this joint.
(A rift of twitches, from an orange twit.)
I'm a fighting last chance, a choke-battered tongue serum
tangerine sweat retained behind a layer of
plastic wrap
and I crinkle whenever you slide into my shiver of a short-leashed field mouse
with dandelion claws stuck in its spinning wheel of a
spine.
(And by dandelion, I mean poppy.)
I always love it when I can slurp up the spasms, and you're the perfect paint thinner
to finish the job.

So load your heat into the barrel of my heart rate
twiddle your toes
and let her rip through my fucking

^{=drskytower "I wish the lights would stop flickering. Seems to be power surges going through the building. We've passed floor 20. Goodness, was that a scream I just heard? Must be this noisy lift. There's tagging on the lift wall but I can't read it... looks like it's written in Spanish. But what is that ink? Its a dirty brown colour. The door's opened - we're on floor 30."}

This feature is massive, I know! I hope that you'll enjoy them anyways, I know I did!

Journal Design & CSS by ~blissart
Mini Gallery & Feature CSS modified from `thespook's original CSS code.

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Mood: dA Love

Hit me, hit me, hit me with your rhythm stick!

Journal Entry: Thu May 21, 2009, 9:09 AM

My Gallery || My Journal Archive || 100 Theme Challenge || Tutorials

I was thinking of maybe uploading some of my original composed music,

I have been writing songs for the past 3½ years now so
I have some stuff to record and share if anyone's interested!

I refuse to sing though, I just refuse .__.

Oh well, tell me if you're interested and I'll try to record some of my works!

A little update: Added ~Cleonique to the "mini" feature, check her out!

In the spotlight...

^{~dalmation10k How come you're not watching this genius, HUH? I mean, 5000 pageviews in 6 years is a real pity, just check out his gallery and you'll understand what I mean! He really deserves some attention, so visit him nao!}

^{~Cleonique This gal has got a stunning gallery filled with interesting deviations in all kind of shapes and colors. Don't miss out on a gallery filled with inspirational art, visit her gallery nao!}

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Mood: dA Love

Is it contagious?

Journal Entry: Thu May 14, 2009, 5:57 AM

Mood: dA Love

My Gallery || My Journal Archive || 100 Theme Challenge || Tutorials

I think I might be getting another artist's block... .__.

It's like a damn
cancer.

Inspire me.
Pretty please?

In the spotlight...

^~JolieJoanna

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I'ma movin' mah stuff!

Journal Entry: Wed May 6, 2009, 11:29 PM

Mood: dA Love

I have finally started moving my stuff to the new apartment, and I have to tell you that THIS SH*T RAWKS, doods. Well, the moving furniture part is pretty boring and I haven't slept that much since I started sleeping in the apartment, but the feeling of being a little bit more self reliable and independent is awesome, plus I can walk around butt naked all I want now!!! I'll try to upload some pictures of the place when my new wallpapers in the kitchen and bedroom are done

I'm having a new feature on the way, if you're good with words give it a try here!

I'll try to be more active soon, I just have a very unstable mobile broadband at the moment

See ya!

In the spotlight...

^{~bekind20thers}

:thumb117987889::thumb109313167::thumb117911816::thumb101678130:

:thumb117927763:

:thumb117913437:

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I want to play a game

Journal Entry: Mon Apr 20, 2009, 2:29 PM

Mood: dA Love

I have a small request to make to you guys!

I saw this "game" in a watcher's journal (~HKwindragon)
that basically goes like this:

You write a text here in the comments, and I will take a picture that somehow resembles what your text says.
(Note: It can only be photography, and keep in mind that I don't do any kind of manipulation works so no dragons, mkay?)

It will be sort of like a free request game, and I will have something to work on!

"Your picture" will have your submitted text and a link to your gallery as well, so it will do you guys some good as well since I do draw some attention nowadays

I hope some of you are interested, because I sure am!
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

In other news I have finally found myself an apartment!
I will hopefully move in early May, but it could be as late as June 1st. The apartment is 64 square meters and has 2 rooms, a kitchen and a balcony!

But what I'm really trying to say is that I might disappear for a few days if I don't get my Internet right away,
not to mention my electricity!

I will throw a new feature soon, make sure to keep a watch out for it

No prizes this time though, I hope you don't mind that my bank account isn't bottomless.

I hope you're enjoying spring as much as I am!

(Btw, remember to check this out, they've got a ridiculous amount of prizes so try your luck!)

In the spotlight...

^{~bekind20thers}

:thumb117987889::thumb109313167::thumb117911816::thumb101678130:

:thumb117927763:

:thumb117913437:

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And the winner is...

Journal Entry: Sun Apr 19, 2009, 3:44 AM

Mood: dA Love

A while ago I asked you guys to participate in the voting of who would win the 3-month subscription that I promised.
The voting has been cast, and the winner of a 3-month subscription is none other than the talented ~bekind20thers for the brilliant piece Three Ballons 4! Besides from the 3-month subscription I will give her a spotlight in my gallery for some time. I know it's not much but I can only give what I have and I hope that this act will satisfy ~bekind20thers!

^{~bekind20thers has been around at Deviantart for a long time (6 years! ), and she's got an impressive gallery filled with fashionable and interesting photographies to back up the fact that she's a talented young woman with lots of creativity to spend. Don't just sit there, visit her now and check out her gallery!}

:thumb117987889::thumb109313167::thumb117911816::thumb101678130:

:thumb117927763:

:thumb117913437:

That's all for this time!

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Feature tiem; spring tiem!

Journal Entry: Sat Apr 18, 2009, 9:54 AM

Mood: Happy
Listening to: Elton John!

As most of you fellow watchers know I had a spring contest where you could win a 3-month subscription and a longterm spotlight in my journal.

The spring feature is up and running now, visit this link here to see the article!

And for goodness sake help me with voting for a winner for the contest, you can do so by sending me a PM with a link to the featured deviation that you would like to see win, easy as pie! You decide, I bring cookies!

Please please pretty please help me, I hate being a lonely judge

EDIT:

Holy cow, I just received my 100th devwatcher! I can't believe how fast this has progressed, just a month ago I had some 30 watchers and now it's up at 100 watchers!

Also, my deviation I Who Have Nothing recently got over 100 favs, and to me that's just unreal compared to "how it's always been".

I just want to say a big THANK YOU for the support that everyone's been giving, and I hope that you continue to enjoy my future works!

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Journal History

Mar 19, 2010 Where the hell did I go? + where else to find me!
Sep 25, 2009 Letters I never sent
Sep 21, 2009 It's been a while
Jul 24, 2009 Sorry!!!!
Jul 4, 2009 Take-away and way too many cigarettes
Jun 25, 2009 another one bites the dust
Jun 24, 2009 Art Contest: Emotions
Jun 23, 2009 Art Contest: Emotions
Jun 13, 2009 Art contest: emotions
Jun 13, 2009 You are the reason
Jun 7, 2009 To all subscribing deviants...
Jun 4, 2009 It buuurns!
Jun 2, 2009 My super power is...
May 26, 2009 Poetry Feature!
May 21, 2009 Hit me, hit me, hit me with your rhythm stick!
May 14, 2009 Is it contagious?
May 6, 2009 I'ma movin' mah stuff!
Apr 20, 2009 I want to play a game
Apr 19, 2009 And the winner is...
Apr 18, 2009 Feature tiem; spring tiem!

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