UntitledMy Darling,Untitled by Mr-Confused
I have a feeling you are wondering why I do what I do for you. Why I am still around after everything that has transpired. Honestly, I would be lying if I said I haven't asked myself that same question.
Not to come across as negative or mean, but yes, a part of me has thought about going back to not talking to you and leaving you be. But I can't, that's not me. You and your kids mean too much to me.
Before you ask, no, I don't know exactly why y'all do. I just know y'all do, a lot. I can't really explain it.
I guess a simplified explanation would be to say I love you. It's true. I meant it when I first said it back on Christmas Eve of 2012 and I mean it still.
Before you think it, allow me to put your thoughts to rest. No, I am not asking for a second chance. For whatever reason you chose to end it with me and I am respecting your choice. (I mean, don't get me wrong, I would love another chance, but that's not the reason for this letter.)
The purpose of this letter is reall
My DearOpen your heart to me, my DearMy Dear by Mr-Confused
And talk about what's on your mind.
Dance like nobody's watching, my Dear
And let your body move so graceful.
Sing like nobody's listening, my Dear
And grace me with your voice.
Do what you want to do, my Dear
And I'll support you no matter what.
Live life how you want it, my Dear
And everything will fall into place.
Be who you want to be, my Dear
And I'll forever be your friend.
Love how you want to Love, my Dear
And Love will find you too.
You Left Me StrongerYou Left Me Stronger:You Left Me Stronger by WordOfChen
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite
When everything is good - when everything is fine and dandy.
I used to think that I was afraid of you leaving,
But now I know, that you've left me stronger than I was before.
You know, this was supposed to be an emotional whine; an emotional spill,
Maybe I was supposed to cry tears and beg you to come back, but you know wha
Spotlight Features - Volume 14A news series featuring art selected by me. There will be a wide range of themes and genres covered. In addition, there will be periodic interviews and artist spotlights.Spotlight Features - Volume 14 by Mirz123
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It is widely known that many famous artists, composer, and authors have had the frustration of having a work they felt was sub-par gain huge popularity while pieces they worked harder on and adore sat un-noticed. This is the same for everyday deviants. I recently ran a poll asking for deviants to share with me their thoughts on this and share their own art. Here is Part 2 of the answers--the first piece being the most faved and the second being the one they wished had more love. To see the original poll, click here.
DragonsThe dragons just kept getting cuter.Dragons by FlyingGuineaPig
I'd meant them to be scary, with snakelike heads and pearly fangs, but as my fingers gained more practice the dragons they shaped became younger and more innocent, their wings tiny and their eyes wide. Dull spikes lined their heads and tails, not yet sharpened by age. They lay on their bellies or sat up and watched with good-natured curiosity. They were friendly. They were sweet.
They were flawed, and there were a lot of them. I experimented with color and pose, sculpting the way others would turn a stress ball. Every morning I baked the newcomers in my oven, and within a week my desk was overrun. Rows of dragons pressed against my laptop from all sides. Some I enjoyed looking at. Others were a reminder of some mistake I'd made. Putting the horns on before the eyes. Making the legs too thin so it tilted drunkenly while baking. Not realizing that some clay changes color as it solidifies.
What to do with them all? I couldn't keep them even if I'd want
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