So, tonight I did a little bit of digging, both emotionally and intellectually, about my own perspective of self.
I realised just how... important prefixes are to my identity. I was laying in bed about ten minutes ago, and as these thoughts kept buzzing around in my head I decided that I was not going to get any sleep tonight until I sat down and did some serious writing.
There are three key terms that define myself, in one way or another, although amusingly between them there are only two prefixes. 'Bi' comes up twice, although it turns out, not in the way that I had been considering myself, and 'Pan' comes up once.
For the sake of the b
Tails wag as sharp eyes
track movement
follow hands, paws and tails
waiting, and not
for their turn to go
through the swinging doors
and emerge fluffier and cleaner
from the room of noise.
The room of running water
of fans and air driers
of soggy humans and wet noses.
Phones ring and polite voices reply
and perhaps a waiting friend
dry and tidy with a ribbon in their hair
becomes joyful at the sound of
the caller's voice.
Minutes later a door swings open
and a buzzer announces
that a parent has entered into
the realm of snuffley noses
and damp humans.
A flood of compliments ensue
as a furry friend jumps
begging to be returned
to their b
I stare through the rain at the impossible car. I as watch feet, encased in impossible boots, reveal themselves. I'm just waiting for the bus, but you, you are proving how impossible you really are.
You dumped me, not the other way around, and yet there you are, getting out of what was our car. The pale blue car we just had to have. You're even wearing the leather boots I bought for you, for our second anniversary. There you are, across the street. Here I am, damp and alone, and I refuse to acknowledge you, or at least in any way that matters. I don't envy you the shoes or the car, but you cannot open that door. It's sacred. If those boots c
The sound of wheels turning fill my ears
the sound of thread being spun
the quiet shush of sand draining
and yet my sound is silence.
Photos rain down around me
unknown faces, and strange places
but stillness is all I find
the days pass around me, unchanging.
I find myself looking over my own shoulder
remembering who and what was
when and where was this thing I lost,
these people.
It seems as though, somehow,
the world moves on seamlessly
leaving me behind
without bothering to knock at my door.
The day has been and gone when
I had a moment to speak to an old friend,
and tell of how much I miss, and still love them
but the
Essentially, I enjoy rationality. I don't see the need to go, 'this is what I think, so listen,' or 'you opinion sucks, shut up,' because everyone's arguments are in some way valid. They are based on what they believe, and that belief structure is based on how they were raised, their life experiences and a myriad of other things, that can often be minutiae to others if not purely because it didn't happen to them, or if it did their perspective on it is different.
It's an inescapable fact I am a believer.
I can't rule something out,without a logical argument that provides complete facts to deny or confirm it.
God, that cares what every sing
People move in packs fighting over possessions
like scraps of meat, the product of a good hunt.
Gnawing on prized items like a favourite bone.
Snapping out at anyone that dares to interfere.
Teeth flash with false laughter,
while eyes crinkle with the true.
Sleep taken in puppy-piles of two
while dreams of the pack are dreamt.
Cold Mornings -read comments.- by Rhetta, literature
Literature
Cold Mornings -read comments.-
The hinges that hold my sky together
threaten to buckle and fold
more with every day that passes.
The pressure builds and coalesces
rushing through my veins and thrusting
into my tarnished, broken mind.
The agony that hides within
hides behind shy eyes wanting, wishing,
begging for a place to rest.
---
This is that cut from shaving
that nicks the artery
carotid or femoral,
it makes little difference.
It hurts and nothing you do
can possibly staunch the flow
it just keeps pumping past
the curled, unforgiving fingers.
Their trying to help
and hold back the tide
but nothing will do
try as hard as you can.
The pain cuts stra
In the cold and sad days
the lonely days that give pause,
a cause for thought
I remember what was
in a time called Lies
The flowers grew and bloomed
along with stupid thoughts
that this would be fine,
that everything would continue
as it always had.
In this time I believed,
that this was me and you
how misconceived was I
because I realised that
this was you and her.
Not me, not I but a silly,
presumptuous personality growing
on my insides, breaking out
like a rash, willing to take control
of what I was supposed to be.
As quickly as she grew I saw
that what I was was never real,
that she was an amalgamation,
of everyone
Portrait of a Narcissistic Man by Rhetta, literature
Literature
Portrait of a Narcissistic Man
Your bloated self-appreciation
coats the words you utter,
releasing the bile with every word,
you chase them away,
with your depreciation.
The fear that cowers,
within your soul
only serves to fuel you.
As the narcissistic drivel
spews from your mouth
the cracks begin to show.
Your cover is blown
the facades you display,
have slowly cracked and faded,
becoming nothing more than
the portrait of your desires.
The walls you built have been destroyed,
utterly demolished in the face of
your truth, the life you claimed
for yourself, has been acknowledged;
as your complete deceit.
So, tonight I did a little bit of digging, both emotionally and intellectually, about my own perspective of self.
I realised just how... important prefixes are to my identity. I was laying in bed about ten minutes ago, and as these thoughts kept buzzing around in my head I decided that I was not going to get any sleep tonight until I sat down and did some serious writing.
There are three key terms that define myself, in one way or another, although amusingly between them there are only two prefixes. 'Bi' comes up twice, although it turns out, not in the way that I had been considering myself, and 'Pan' comes up once.
For the sake of the b
Tails wag as sharp eyes
track movement
follow hands, paws and tails
waiting, and not
for their turn to go
through the swinging doors
and emerge fluffier and cleaner
from the room of noise.
The room of running water
of fans and air driers
of soggy humans and wet noses.
Phones ring and polite voices reply
and perhaps a waiting friend
dry and tidy with a ribbon in their hair
becomes joyful at the sound of
the caller's voice.
Minutes later a door swings open
and a buzzer announces
that a parent has entered into
the realm of snuffley noses
and damp humans.
A flood of compliments ensue
as a furry friend jumps
begging to be returned
to their b
I stare through the rain at the impossible car. I as watch feet, encased in impossible boots, reveal themselves. I'm just waiting for the bus, but you, you are proving how impossible you really are.
You dumped me, not the other way around, and yet there you are, getting out of what was our car. The pale blue car we just had to have. You're even wearing the leather boots I bought for you, for our second anniversary. There you are, across the street. Here I am, damp and alone, and I refuse to acknowledge you, or at least in any way that matters. I don't envy you the shoes or the car, but you cannot open that door. It's sacred. If those boots c
The sound of wheels turning fill my ears
the sound of thread being spun
the quiet shush of sand draining
and yet my sound is silence.
Photos rain down around me
unknown faces, and strange places
but stillness is all I find
the days pass around me, unchanging.
I find myself looking over my own shoulder
remembering who and what was
when and where was this thing I lost,
these people.
It seems as though, somehow,
the world moves on seamlessly
leaving me behind
without bothering to knock at my door.
The day has been and gone when
I had a moment to speak to an old friend,
and tell of how much I miss, and still love them
but the
Essentially, I enjoy rationality. I don't see the need to go, 'this is what I think, so listen,' or 'you opinion sucks, shut up,' because everyone's arguments are in some way valid. They are based on what they believe, and that belief structure is based on how they were raised, their life experiences and a myriad of other things, that can often be minutiae to others if not purely because it didn't happen to them, or if it did their perspective on it is different.
It's an inescapable fact I am a believer.
I can't rule something out,without a logical argument that provides complete facts to deny or confirm it.
God, that cares what every sing
People move in packs fighting over possessions
like scraps of meat, the product of a good hunt.
Gnawing on prized items like a favourite bone.
Snapping out at anyone that dares to interfere.
Teeth flash with false laughter,
while eyes crinkle with the true.
Sleep taken in puppy-piles of two
while dreams of the pack are dreamt.
Cold Mornings -read comments.- by Rhetta, literature
Literature
Cold Mornings -read comments.-
The hinges that hold my sky together
threaten to buckle and fold
more with every day that passes.
The pressure builds and coalesces
rushing through my veins and thrusting
into my tarnished, broken mind.
The agony that hides within
hides behind shy eyes wanting, wishing,
begging for a place to rest.
---
This is that cut from shaving
that nicks the artery
carotid or femoral,
it makes little difference.
It hurts and nothing you do
can possibly staunch the flow
it just keeps pumping past
the curled, unforgiving fingers.
Their trying to help
and hold back the tide
but nothing will do
try as hard as you can.
The pain cuts stra
In the cold and sad days
the lonely days that give pause,
a cause for thought
I remember what was
in a time called Lies
The flowers grew and bloomed
along with stupid thoughts
that this would be fine,
that everything would continue
as it always had.
In this time I believed,
that this was me and you
how misconceived was I
because I realised that
this was you and her.
Not me, not I but a silly,
presumptuous personality growing
on my insides, breaking out
like a rash, willing to take control
of what I was supposed to be.
As quickly as she grew I saw
that what I was was never real,
that she was an amalgamation,
of everyone
Portrait of a Narcissistic Man by Rhetta, literature
Literature
Portrait of a Narcissistic Man
Your bloated self-appreciation
coats the words you utter,
releasing the bile with every word,
you chase them away,
with your depreciation.
The fear that cowers,
within your soul
only serves to fuel you.
As the narcissistic drivel
spews from your mouth
the cracks begin to show.
Your cover is blown
the facades you display,
have slowly cracked and faded,
becoming nothing more than
the portrait of your desires.
The walls you built have been destroyed,
utterly demolished in the face of
your truth, the life you claimed
for yourself, has been acknowledged;
as your complete deceit.
WINNER...DA Anniversary...Points Giveaway by faeorain, journal
WINNER...DA Anniversary...Points Giveaway
We had 199 people join the giveaway ( this is the most participants I've ever had for a giveaway or contest)...so a big thanks to all for playing. * ETA - Someone dropped out right in the middle of me typing the journal and picking the last 3 numbers, so it ended up as 198 playing instead of 199. )
And finally, the winner is.... !SOULinTHEgarden (https://www.deviantart.com/soulinthegarden) ! with the number 40.
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Timestamp: 2013-09-22 18:09:53 UTC
Since we've had so many players, I've just decided to give out 3 more prizes of 70 points each, the results are as follows...
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Polymer Clay Jewelry Pack GIVEAWAY!! :D by GrandmaThunderpants, journal
Polymer Clay Jewelry Pack GIVEAWAY!! :D
GIVEAWAY IS NOW OVER, WINNER WILL BE ANNOUNCED SOON! I am
waiting for the last few prizes to arrive in the mail!
Happy holidays everyone! I'll be doing a Grandma Thunderpants goodie bag giveaway for New Years. :D For Christmas, I decided to give a gift that keeps on giving! Since I always get asked about where to buy clay or what items you need, I decided to include some very basic things you need to get started on making your very own charms and jewelry!
This starter pack comes with:
- 12 pack of Sculpey III colors
- 1 pack of Premo Translucent
- A basic clay sculpting tool (the purple thing!)
- Set of findings (lobster clasp, eye/headpi
Attention all artisans: stop undercharging! by GrandmaThunderpants, journal
Attention all artisans: stop undercharging!
As a member of the Artisan Craft community here at DeviantART, I looove to browse around the AC galleries and see what other deviants are up to, what things are trending, and look for up and coming artists to feature in the future. But sadly there's one trend I've been noticing that is very, very bad.
Undercharging your work!
Let's start off with the most important thing. Now I know some cheap buyers love these low prices, but let's be honest cheap buyers-- you're not long term supporters. People who want your work for super cheap are people who will haggle or snag a deal and run. There is nothing wrong with having sales, getting rid of old
It's kind of sad really, I'm probably the least active user that actually comes on here, I just log in and check my inbox these days >.>
Once again I've completely changed direction, I'm attempting University now xD Wish me luck guys.
So, I live in Hobart now, I'm an apprentice chef, and I'm not too bad.
Simple short and concise.
Chat to me if you want more info folks, I'm willing to chat.
(I'm still writing and drawing, just not anything I can really get online. :3)
So, a lot has been happening for me of late. I'm currently staying with some friends in Hobart, and it's been very stressful. I'm at the stage where I want to stay and be here for people but at the same time I want to go home, curl up in a ball and cry until I'm out of tears.
I can only get online when I can borrow someone's computer, so sadly no updates for you guys for a while. (Cause I've been doing soooo many anyway.)
Hope that you and yours are all in a happy place.