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#DailyDeviantsTuesday, January 5th
[ paperzopilote's Gallery ]The reds in ~
paperzopilote's works are haunting, and all the elements directly sending to blood, flesh and death are making you feel an accute fear. However, they have a subtle sensitivity which adds big to the effect.
Featured by =ArtAnda
[ ikillspiders's Gallery ]~
ikillspiders's writing is peculiar in the way her poetry flows from one stanza to the next, and even sometimes just from one line to the next. However, this peculiarity is part of what makes her writing so appealing.

the aristocracy is dead
one word related cross-culturally
produces excesses of meaning.
in the end, those that have found
the secret to life
are the farthest from it.
and there are only questions
(a declaration of peace
the last and final of them all)
and there are only questions
(the stringent paradise
of commands and chains)
and there are only questions
(for you there is love
and for others there are lovers)
and for me there are only questions.
the aristocracy is dead
and all that i see left of it
are guests lists
ordered in pairs:
memorization made easy
as you put away one
by remembering the other.
funny how our collectivized
bourgeoisie

blending in
i am seventy-five percent done,
staring patiently at a little white tablet,
the number 20 carved into it,
blending into the piece of paper
on which it is sitting.
there is a whole bottle of these tablets.
they sit, unmoving, inside a cabinet.
no one knows they are there,
but it is the first place they would look,
if they had any suspicions.
but they don't. i am waiting for
the last twenty-five percent.
look up, i am smiling. you don't think
i would ever have a reason not to.
but you don't think i could on my own.

linesHe is composed of fine lines:
Skin stretched tight over a femur;
A delicate pair of knees and ankles
Bending in perfect right angles.
A hip slanting downward or a
Jutting wrist bone,
A fan of fingers on curving ribs,
Which brush gently over a collarbone,
A cheekbone, a nose.
He is a collection of lines which I
Would put together if I could,
But as I begin to follow one,
I get lost in all the others.
And as I tap out rhythms,
Trying to find a reflex or a pulse,
I dive into a jaw line,
A falling Adams apple;
I am caught in his throat.
the aristocracy is dead |
blending in |
linesFeatured by `GaioumonBatou
What is featured in the Misc. category?[ skladsznurowadel's Gallery ]~
skladsznurowadel showcases not only exemplary skill, but also does most unique incorporation of unexpected associations and negative space into her work.


Featured by ~MimozaBloomingWednesday, January 6th
[ andoart's Gallery ]It was interesting to see the images compositions that !
andoart presents, and what called my attention even more was the technique, is unusual,
Wood burning, also known as
pyrography, is the craft of touching wood or leather with a heated poker to produce decorative burn marks. A wide range of decorative effects can be achieved by varying the size or shape of the poker tip, the temperature of the tip, and the speed at which the tip is moved over the surface of the wood or leather. Check more out if interested by following this link =
[link] and don't forget to visit this artist's gallery.
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Featured by =ninaste
[ PiccolaRia's Gallery ]what an amazing gallery the one of *
PiccolaRia her digital works are fabulous, they leave you wanting more and more of her works, I found this amazing artist through a contest result, she happened to win the first place with one of her wonderful works, and when I gave her the feature in my journal, I was in delight, seriously, she delighted me.
Featured by `d3rzi
[ chromophobicrayons's Gallery ]~
chromophobicrayons has a beautiful way with words, poignant and measured. I can't wait to see what these random snippets of thought and emotion will become.

And I Am The Seamstress. pin your loose curls
to your pincushion skull,
a crown full of needles,
threaded hair dull;
your frail thimble nails

Chimera.she brews phrases in flasks with bubbling chemicals and displays them on tarnished chalkboards with perpetual stares; scratched in with fragile nails, coated in chipped paint, that send glacial chills down the spines of cowardly monsters. you see, chalk is pointless, dull - particles wear off in windy weather and melt in blistering rain.
an ocean is blue, salty, and treacherous. greedy clouds drink it in, forcing our dreams to dehydrate - why are they always so thirsty? it's a simple solution, really; lasso your dream with a leash, and keep it as a pet. don't forget to feed it daily, and keep in mind that all living things need water. the cl

Monster Under The Bed. . - . . - . . - .
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cute and cuddly, nestled amongst dust bunnies;
words not resembling a monster -
feasting on dreams with inspirational themes,
disguising each gnaw with a soft purr.
his fur is confetti, and
And i am the Seamstress |
Chimera |
Monster Under the BedFeatured by ~TazzyDee
What is featured in the Misc. category?[ SteamPunkJennie's Gallery ]~
SteamPunkJennie's gallery contains terrific work that combines the elements of nature, fantasy, steampunk and Victorian styles.
Featured by ~MimozaBlooming
Got to read Lit as well