My deviantART Story

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Happy 14th Birthday to my beloved DeviantART.

My story? It all started 8 years ago. A friend of mine :iconsweetcera:  SweetCera recommended this site as a place to share my photography. 

What I found was artists like :iconyanabondareva: YanaBondareva who feed my love for macro photos,

104 by YanaBondareva

and :iconsassaputzin:  sassaputzin who take the most beautiful photos of land and water scapes.

pernicion by sassaputzin

Then I discovered :iconandrewgago:  AndrewGago who blew my mind with digital art.



Then the best thing happened. I started reaching out, commenting, faving and sharing my own art.


   here comes the sun by prettyflour     She's a lady by prettyflour


From my own sharing came friendships with people like :iconchrisntheboat:  chrisntheboat who creates some fantastic renders.

When Orbs Dream.... by chrisntheboat

Visual art was my thing for quite a while but then I was bitten by the literature bug.  I came back to an old hobby and embraced it.
I started writing and posting, 

RebornI am deliriously happy
in my realistic wholesome dream
I lay in fields of poppies
and talk with the forget-me nots
Little Secrets whispered back and forth,
told me what your father did
and I giggled,
but was horrified inside by the thought...
but can you hold the tulip's hand
when she is feeling down?
Mother says it is too late
even for the sun.
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All stand for the precious rose
beauty in such silence.
Oh glorious rose,
teach me your poise,
vivid colors and such
You are of the utmost elegance
and I bow to you.
Green hand-like stems
so fragile run through my coarse hair
and I am filled with a nervous anticipation.
As the chrysanthemums sing
I am lost in their harmony,
swept away in baby's breath
and put to rest in a bed of ferns.
and now...
Here I lay
I watch
I guard
for hours upon hours
turned to days without end
But it is not these wings I want
If only I could live again
Eyelids closed
Engaged in strength
Nothingness
Sightless
Life into past tense
Ice cold, taste of di
PrettyFeel as though I've been robbed
or maybe misplaced in a unconditional nonexistent oath
pretending and overshadowing
where the truth is lost
or unlearned
trapped by lips and hands
to cover my eyes
and whisper strange nothings
mislead and miscarry everything but
what I thought I had thrown away
I know not to try and change anyone
but no one seems to change
but me...
I have been carried into a dream
where nothing seems real
which is all I want to know
where have my moments gone?
placed on a pedestal and floated away
can't pull a thing from this cluttered mind
no rational anything
just a puddle of safety and tears
a fingertip not being able to feel
blind nerves
and a frightening revelation
that nothing lasts forever
where are all my belongings?
where I belong?
wherever that is...
Someone has taken Cindi
and left me behind
as empty as a sitcom
I'll be back with a broom and some lipstick.
I may not be able to pick up all of the pieces
but at least I will still be pretty.
   We Reach...I surrender
into a sweet slip of your tongue
I stand before you
naked and needy
I wander
into the depth of your scars
I stand before you
breathless and greedy
Swallowed by your eyes
freed by your touch
We reach...
I falter
into the truth of living
I stand awakened
scared and alive
I retreat
into what comforts me
I stand in front of you
ready and relieved
Swallowed by your eyes
freed by your touch
We reach...
I search for the art
in this existence
I find you
I detach
into some fantasy world
I retreat into a love song
drunk and happy
I succumb
into what I think is alchemy
I want nothing more than you
honest and flawed
Swallowed by your eyes
freed from myself
We reach.


and reading- lots and lots of reading.  

  Forgive the ArrhythmiaOh Heart,
You race so slowly,
Pound so meekly,
And live fearfully.
Oh Heart,
There is a quick, sick, quiet tune
Struggling for breath and dying for room.
Oh Heart,
To the shadows, in fear I hum
The same song that you Drum-
Drum-Drum.
Oh Heart,
Your beat was a flutter
And your voice was a stutter.
Oh Heart,
If there was only a different rhythm
To liberate your chained attention,
Shackled tightly to the pulse of mayhem...
Oh Heart,
Forgive me, this could have ended long ago,
Your exhausted ache and this wretched situation,
Had I picked up a phone or switched the station on the radio.
  :iconthelunalily:  TheLunaLily 

     Absent Without LeaveAvailability leads to worthlessness
LSD shine, headlights bounce in twilight
Snow covered rooftops, plastic signs
Brick buildings with the outline of each brick
amplified
Sturdiness leads to worthiness
LED flicker, tailights blurred in darkness
Sardine can people shout, laugh, wave in waves
Dreams flow in and out of reality's realm
undignified
Anticipation is it's own reward
Soul-carrying crows know the values of three
Stars flicker on and swirl like pinwheels
The captain has called to abandon ship
next week
Everythings crushed, changed, destroyed
Warped, born again in the neon moon
that hangs over the halfway-house where people
in tatters trail eyes and point fingers
clarified
The hall door is closed, now, for good
I remember what you said when I wasn't listening
The bass line repeats, repeats, repeats
We crumble and die, and grow again with each
new word
Falling through holes in the floor, saying goodbye
To black cats in black hats and green lights
on the monitor in the sickroom glow
  :iconbark:   Bark 


<da:thumb id="361328716"/>  :iconthedarkenedbride:  TheDarkenedBride

Stirring Arsenic into a Milky WayI'm a slave to the spirits,
Withering in the weary wind
That winds 3,000 miles to
Rest at the molten sea
Slash a scar in my star,
ash-stained cream
dousing the fire,
you an icy hiss to the flames:
memories in ashes.

Crosshatch my flames
into chambers of passioned
heat. I stirred galaxies
of twilight into the apex of winter's
boiling point.
Set to cool
on the window sill
staring into the solitude.
You are the drizzle that
slaps the glass with echoing words.

I'm a selenium lord who
reflects upon values stronger
than a two-sided mirror.
You collapsed upon yourself brighter
than a supernova of northern lights.
Bring me into your singularity,
Cygnus, and don't let go.
If we are to become the debris of light
then why not go into
red shift?
   :iconaerode:  Aerode


collab with echolalic-ellieThe March of the Seasons



pale doe, summertime:

tree tongues in their thousands 
curl upon themselves, sunburnt
edges creak beneath a hot, heavy
downpour - momentary reprieve.
shadow crow, autumntime:
slow fall the leaves of the wood-weeper,
willow tree, who tenderly muses its song, the
silence of a ministry where winged 
things take to the skies, bearing carrion
from a faded destiny - begotten.
dappled mare, wintertime:
frost-crust shatters beneath gentle
pressing, reveals puckered purple shoots
of bruised and battered feed - cold
lips caress the susurration.
maple fair, springtime:
while the gentle winds spread themselves, scars
burrow through the earth to delight in the death
of old and birth of new. tattered limbs are reaching,
unfurling soft green tongues - love echoes in the 
whispers they drop from on high.
   :iconchezzy-am:  Chezzy-Am



I was done for then, hopelessly obsessed with this fabulous community filled with various and breathtaking art.
I've been a deviantART junkie ever since.




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Chezzy-Am's avatar
lovely to have you around, hun. :thumbsup: stay blessed.