San Diego deviantMEET at Analog Bar
Location: Analog Bar
801 5th Ave.
San Diego, CA 92101 When: Wednesday, July 23rd @ 10:00pm DeviantART is joining forces with Madefire to bring Comic-Con back to its roots. On Wednesday, July 23rd, deviants age 21+ are invited to take over the Analog Bar and party until the Red Sun comes up. Join us as we rock out with the artists and creators who make the entire industry possible!
Las Vegas deviantMEET at The Venetian
Location: The Venetian Resort Hotel Casino
Sands Expo Hall C
201 Sands Avenue
Las Vegas, NV 89109 When: Sunday, December 1st @ 5:30pm On Sunday, December 1st, deviants of all ages are invited to join us in taking over the Venetian for a deviantMEET and gaining special, free access to Preview Night of Autodesk CAVE Conference! Connect with deviantART staff, fellow deviants, and recreate your online connections offline with the help of deviantART and Autodesk. The deviantART crew will be waiting in the Sands Expo Hall C (at the Venetian) to meet and greet, hand out nametags, and then we'll head to the CAVE Conference floor to take over Preview Night in deviant style! Feel free to bring with you your favorite digital tablet, sketchbooks, notepads, and cameras.
They break as easily as...tea cupsI will say it straight. I've been fed lies and illusions. Years of looking into some eyes, I fooled myself the look they sometimes gave me didn't mean what it actually meant. This is the tragedy when you know someone so closely, yet you choose denial when things go wrong. Was it merely a dream? a good dream? the best dream of my life? it was the thing that kept me going as I was laying on my cross. No matter what I did, and how I tried to be there when needed...it was all for nothing. It passed, and it cracked me...like the wind cracking some dried up twigs. There is evidence that it wasn't a dream. It was the greatest fuckup of my life, painted in purple. Still, it must not matter so much, if it would birds would shut their voices, and clouds would remain still, tears would not wash graves no more and the wind would not play in my hair spreading somebody else's scent around me and behind me as I walk alone in a hot, quelled, cotton-mouth day. I find myself in the same state again: my They break as easily as...tea cups by EliseBast
InstitutionalisedPatient: Lady Eloise Age: 20 Sex: female Religion: orthodox, we suppose Form of insanity: depression This form of madness is a pretty simple one, and I will do the honor of explaining it in a few words. Depression, otherwise known as melancholia. The patient is a 20 year old female.In this case, the cause of this affliction is unknown, but the patient was telling us something about the sad stories, sights and words that have haunted her since childhood. Is she dangerous to others? Of course yes, what person stricken by dementia isn't? Harmful behavior? She went out in the middle of the might inappropriately dressed, attempting to commit suicide. She might also be a kleptomaniac, or in other words, a thief. Her ideas of beauty are completely deranged, almost grotesque. Patient seems fascinated by silver, black clothing and excentric hair colors. We suppose that this affection is due to the fact that she did not accept the reality as it is, her idealism pushed her towards depression and Institutionalised by EliseBast
Hollywood deviantMEET at WeWork
7083 Hollywood Blvd.
Los Angeles, CA 90028 When: Wednesday, November 20th @ 7:00pm Whether you've attended previous deviantART events, or you want to make this your first, this deviantMEET promises to be an event unlike any before! Opening with an exclusive storytelling session, deviantART CEO and Co-Founder, Angelo Sotira ( ), will share behind-the-scenes stories about deviantART's inception and formative years. Then stick around for fun, traditional deviantMEET-type activities -- sketching with friends, chatting with staff, and maybe even walking away with a bit of swag. spyed
Bad Dream? ... Or Nightmare?I had the weirdest night last night. Like, I don't even know what my subconscious was doing, so, yeah. Be prepared for freaky weirdness. ... I was minding my own business on google, researching some exotic bird. Apparently it looks like that bird from UP. All of a sudden, there was this huge bang. Looking out the window, I see the bird that I was researching. Or, well, a baby one. I went outside, and it sort of walked up to me. I think it thought I was its mother or something like that. The oodlezoo (that's what it was called) started cuddling my ankles and sort of affectionately nipping them. It let me pick it up, and I named it Gangry. I don't know why. Ask my mind. So, Gangry and I went to work together. Apparently I had a job. My job was being the assistant to the head librarian of some big-ass, pompous university. So I'm doing my work, and Gangry is sort of roosting on a book about knitting. There was a screech and when I look Bad Dream? ... Or Nightmare? by kundozii
(Not) StrongI pretend to be stronger than I am. I do it to trick myself more than anyone else. I want to believe that I'm okay, That I can get past whatever happens. But I'm not And I can't. Everything that happens takes a bite out of me And I'm too weak to defend myself. I'm not me, just the leftover scraps. I can't handle all the pain I've endured. It doesn't go away, none of it ever has. I say I'm fine, that I'm okay But that couldn't be further from the truth: I'm constantly doing everything I can to keep myself from falling apart, I don't remember what it's like to not hold back tears. I don't remember my hands being still, they're always shaking; With fear? With stress? I don't know. I try being happy, but I don't remember what that feels like. I remember being happy, just not the feeling. I remember years of being depressed, I live it still. I remember not wanting to live, and still I want to be dead. (Not) Strong by theShadowGrove
DistanceY e a r s d i s p l a c e d A n d m i l e s a p a r t All that's left is half the words Imprinted on this glass screen. Words that are paper thin and meaningless. I'm sure more has happened to you in the past year than I can imagine. Me? Nothing really. Not caring if I live to see tomorrow, not caring about the future; I've sent my year away from you depressed Sometimes thinking I'd be out of it, That I'd get better. But in all this time it's still the thought of you that keeps me up at night, It's your name that casually inserts itself after seeing or hearing the words "I love you." Do I still? Yeah, probably; How could I not? I was ready for forever with you, not just a few months Do I want to? Of course not, what do I get out of loving you? Nothing. We're so distant from each other, If I started to not know you then, there's no way we're anything alike now. It's all so obvious, so why does some part of me still long for you, still love you? I don't know. We Distance by theShadowGrove
Los Angeles deviantMEET at Directors Guild
Location: Directors Guild of America
7920 Sunset Blvd.
Hollywood, CA 90046 When: Monday, June 3rd @ 7:30pm You are invited to join deviantART in watching Disney Nature's Wings of Life, directed by our very own , at the Directors Guild of America. Enjoy a Q&A with Louie immediately following the film, then grab a burger with deviantART staff and fellow deviants at The Counter! (The Counter is a short walk across the street from the Directors Guild.) louieschwartzberg To attend this event, you'll need to email your RSVP to Elaine.LaZelle@disney.com with the subject line "deviantART and Wings of Life". Please include your name and a guest's name (if you plan on bringing a guest), stating that you wish to attend the Wings of Life screening. Only one guest per person, please. There will be self-parking available in the Directors' Guild lot. There will be a security checkpoint, so please do not bring any items that you wouldn't bring to a regular movie theater. Since this is a movie screening, there's no need to bring anything but yourself and some money if you'd like to eat afterwards. If you plan on attending, please let us know below and be sure to email Elaine.LaZelle@disney.com with the subject line "deviantART and Wings of Life"!
It's been 4 years Change happens sometimes~ A Poem2011 was a horrifying year, wasn't it? I couldn't even spell my username right, (And now I'm stuck with it), And it was 12 weeks of posting, Horrible FanFiction and trying to figure out, What plz accounts even were 2012 and 2013 weren't any better was it? But at least I made friends and a family, And even though my choice in fandoms were questionable, At least I knew how to use plz accounts right? And after these 4 years, Maybe the only thing that, Won't change about me is the fact, That I will never stop changing (And the fact that my username won't change either) But that's okay because it'll always remind of how 2011 was a horrifying year... -LBE It's been 4 years Change happens sometimes~ A Poem by lightbleueyes
My Morning Routine~ A Free Verse PoemDespite what many YouTube videos may say, Not everybody's morning is the same, Because Your bitter coffee, Might be my hot chocolate (And maybe that's why you're so bitter when you wake up) And your make-up, Might be my fashion (And maybe thats why I don't wear any) And my loneliness, Might be your fame (But they both might just be the same thing) The books you read, Is the fan fiction I find (No wonder I don't do well in grammar) And my sugary cereal, Might be your healthy fruits (Who even eats healthy for breakfast? Cause I don't) And your braided hair, Is my unbrushed curls (Cause they look better that way) And my good morning texts, Might just be your good night ones (Cause sometimes I forget to say goodnight) And maybe just maybe, Your I love you's Are mine too My Morning Routine~ A Free Verse Poem by lightbleueyes
Ode to the Skull Were I a non-sentient- That is, without feelings- And cared not where my mind went, I'd ponder those feelings. The feelings of dread, Your watchful eye, On my shoulder, Without I'd be dead, Lumbering by, Mind with no holder. You're a part of me, watching- See me as I'm marching. Your image: I know- With it, also dread. My demons line up in a row- Your image: the Dead. When I, too, am dead, And my life well spent, You'll be there still- To remind me I'm dead. I should try to repent, Hone in my skill And hope that brings me peace- When you're here, white as fleece. Ode to the Skull by Danny1210
The FlyHow doth the fly, Buzzing by, Keep me awake at night? Awake with fright, all through the night, Keeping in the firelight. That question still, even now, Confounds me much; I know not how I must move on, but move on, I must, And live alone, no one to trust. Wherefore doth the fly appear? Like an apparition, drawing near. Sitting here, I think I know What the fly doth wish to show. I tailed the fly, flying by, To a room I knew; the room was mine. Imagine my shock when lo and behold, On the ground, there lay a body, cold. The fly landed on the body's head, Showing me it was truly dead. Who it was, I could not say. For much confounded me that day. But then I realized, in fright, On the ground, there lay a knife. The knife was mine, this is true. The hand that held it had turned all blue. I saw the blood, dried on the floor. Naught was wet; there was no more. Then I remembered, this was no crime. For, you see, the blood was mine. The Fly by Danny1210
Seattle, WA deviantMEET at Pratt Fine Arts Center
Location: Pratt Fine Arts Center
1902 S Main St
Seattle, WA 98144 When: Saturday, March 23rd @ 1:00pm From 1:00 to 5:00 PM on Saturday, March 23rd, deviants of all ages are welcome to join us for a deviantMEET held at the Pratt Fine Arts Center in Seattle, WA. Bring your sketchbook to showcase your work with others, art supplies to collaborate with a friend, and/or a camera to capture memories! For those interested, an instructor from Pratt will also be present to guide a free workshop in screenprinting. Pratt has free Wi-Fi, so feel free to bring your laptop or tablet to show off your deviantART Profile Page and +Watch new friends. We’ll be creating art all day long, so get ready to be inspired! After the deviantMEET, we’ll head somewhere nearby to grab food for anyone who wants to continue the party. Please bring money for food, and we’ll eat within walking distance to Pratt. You won’t want to miss it! Join us!
Haunting Memories Chapter 8"Soul," the master started. "are you sure you are ready?" I had told the master I believed I was ready to part away, and seek my journey. I was aware of the risks, and the potential consequences, but I reassured myself, nothing, absolutely nothing would stand in my way. "Yes," I stated. "I know I am." The master turned around to face me. "Well then," the master said as he turned around to face me. "Let this be my parting gift to you." He raised his hand, and the handle of the Aura Blade lifted off the holster on my belt, and began to spin around me. I tried to keep up with the handle, but quickly lost track as the handle began to spin around me faster, and faster, untill it became only a blur. Soon, I suddenly became... weightless, as I began to get lifted off the ground. As I did, a glow of light began to form around the ring that was the handle. Slowly it began to get brighter, and continued to do so, untill it was so bright, I couldn't even see anything in front of me. Finally, the Haunting Memories Chapter 8 by ChaosPower11
Haunting Memories Chapter 7A few weeks had passed for me for my wound to heal completely, leaving a scar on my side. "Soul, are you sure you're okay?" Violet asked me. "Don't worry about me Violet, I'm fine." I replied. "Alright good." Violet walked away as I began to get up from my seat, and made my way towards the kitchen getting something to eat. As I was looking around, Petential walked towards me. "Soul, how's your wound?" She asked me. "I'm fine Petential. Don't worry about me." I replied. "Okay, and please, just call me Pet." She said. "Anyway, that's not why I came." "What do you need?" I asked. "Actually," Pet started. "Master wants to speak with you." This was a suprise, Pet's Master hasn't spoke to me ever since we first met. "Do you know why he wants to see me?" I asked. "That's only between you and him." Pet replied. "Alright." I answered as I walked by Pet and walked into the door leading to her Master, closing me behind me. "Ahh, Soul." the Master began. "Hello, sir," I started. "Petential said yo Haunting Memories Chapter 7 by ChaosPower11
A Racial StereotypeHe is a bumbling idiot. He never gets anything right Even the simplest of endeavors Becomes a full out catastrophe. And he speaks As if there is not a single language In The Galaxy He has properly learned. They look at him, And see a stereotype. A poor reflection of something black. I look at him, And I see a seven foot tall lizard. If I could speak plainly: Jar Jar Binks Is not a racial stereotype. There is no universe Where that makes Any amount of sense. And you look at me, Expression wary, Shoulders shrugging. “Well, I could see it.” If you do not see The irony here Then allow me to explain you something. If you see idiot, Fool, inarticulate, And think black You Are the racist one here. You Are stereotyping And blaming someone else For it. Now don’t pretend You are blind to race Do not try to play like The soldier in this war Because, honey, You don’t even know what side you’re fighting for. A racial stereotype Is a misleading representation Of an ethn A Racial Stereotype by MadHat11D6
FlyWith the covers pulled over my head, my room darker than the city night and the steady breath of my sister in the bed below me, I would put my hands together, close my eyes, and pray. I’m not sure who I was praying to. I knew God then, I suppose. Each night asking for the same thing. Never receiving, but I’d never stop. I couldn’t sleep unless I prayed. Dear Lord, I thank you for such a nice day. Please let us all have good dreams tonight and a good day tomorrow. And please, please, please let me have the power to fly. In Jesus name I pray, amen. I thought these words each night, and each morning I’d wake from my nightmares to find that I, in fact, could not fly. I was always disappointed. “Jezebel, what are you thinking about?” “Flying.” There is laughter. “Flying is for the birds, dear.” “Then I’d like to be a bird.” “And what would you do as a bird? You couldn’t speak, or walk.” “Bu Fly by MadHat11D6