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Dreaming In DecemberThere was a chillMore Like This
behind her eyes
where diluted pupils
shivered behind a sigh.
I melted
like a snowflake
on her tongue.
Every whisper
from her lips
sent a chill
down my spine.
Her dreams
hung like icicles
from the ceiling
everytime she woke
but now she's buried
in the winter of '67,
her ghostly lips pressed
against the window glass
and when spring came,
she left me
a puddle of tears.
Where Mountains Dream Forever by goatchoirI trace those exquisite linesMore Like This
running across your face
and drink the wine
flowing from dimples
carved in stone.
I found you
where mountains
sacrificed their youth
for the dreams
of a thousand pebbles.
Where the rivers
run upstream
and the flowers
never wilt,
there we will meet again.
Beauty Is A LieBeauty is a lie.More Like This
(It's about time someone told you)
Beauty is...a lie.
It's not in the eye
of some metaphorical beholder
If you think you're beautiful
...you are a vain, self-centered bitch
If you don't think you are
BEAUTIFUL, just the way you are
...you are a sad, pathetic little nothing
Without a scrap of self-confidence
(And rightly so)
So since I've LEARNED my LESSON,
It's about time someone TAUGHT you:
Lost LullabyHush, wayward baby.More Like This
Soothe with a maybe.
I wish you understood.
I wish that I could.
I rock your swaddling a world apart,
Beating heart swaying to beating heart.
Speaking a silent wordless chant,
Breathless yet my thoughts pant.
I would do anything to suckle your pain,
Asking nothing of personal gain.
I look into your cornflower eyes
Every one one of my doubts dies.
We speak not a word, for your cries are mystic.
I can feel your pulse, tick for tick.
My arms hug your form, feeling it real.
Nothing could force my hold to peel.
Yet, I feel your clock falter and catch.
I weep with my ticking for the dying hatch.
I found you just lying there,
No one to bend and care.
Your mother could have been sunrise,
Bursting you forth in a wave of cries.
To be buried by the sunset,
Still soaking in primordial wet.
I wish you understood you were precious.
That this hold to my chest feels delicious.
But I feel you slipping, slipping, slipping away.
I'd do anything if you'd just pause and stay.
Maybe if y
Do you call that beautiful?When a person says sadness or loss makes a womanMore Like This
more beautiful
They don't know what they're talking about.
Cutting your skin over and over again,
Do you call that beautiful?
Being hit and called useless,
Do you call that beautiful?
Being raped and assaulted ,
Do you call that beautiful?
Losing your best friend,
Do you call that beautiful?
Being betrayed by everyone ,
Do you call that beautiful?
Lying about who you are and having no one to accept you ,
Do you call that beautiful?
Being abandoned ,
Do you call that beautiful?
If her parents died,
Would you call that beautiful?
It isn't beautiful .
Sadness isn't beautiful.
Having those things done to you
Isn't beautiful
You don't know what they're going through
The last thing on their mind is their beauty
You can't tell a girl that Loss and sadness make her beautiful
Because if that happened to you ,
Would you call that beautiful ?
Serious but enjoyableAnother side of meMore Like This
Like I mentioned earlier, I'm more than just a guy who likes sneezes. There's other parts to my life! XD My church has helped me out, and I wanted to say somethings I learned today.
-Be yourself. Don't be someone completely different at school than you are at church or when you are online. This way, no matter where you are, you reveal who you really are. Besides, it's no fun pretending to be a good guy or playing a 'bad boy' act just to impress someone when that is not who you are.
-There's beauty all around. I'm not gonna lie. College girls can be...very attractive . At church, it's the same deal.
-I found my first college crush that actually talked to me back!! In a full conversation and not just hello. ... ...moving on...XD
-My church, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, is still the same even at college and there are college kids teaching instead of older people. You see, ANYONE at my church could get called to teach. Not just a bishop/le
Did YouI wonder what you were thinking the first time a blade touched your skinMore Like This
Did you mistake the blood for cherry flavored medicine
Was the pain as bittersweet as the taste
Did you regret it like a one night stand
Were your bloodshot eyes sore and your body aching as you left the comfort of a stained bed trying not to wake them
For if you did, you may not be able to leave
Did you keep doing it like a secret lover
Meetings at twilight
Somewhere dark and quite
As the blade kissed your wrist did you mistake your pulse as a love song
When you woke up in the morning did you think your pillow was wet from drool
When you saw your scars did you think of them as love bites
Did you try to end it like an abusive relationship
As you were out the door did they apologize, kiss you hard against the wall, and then scratch your arms
When they threatened to kill you if you ever tried to leave again did you mistake this for love
Could you ever love me enough to leave them
A guide to understanding artistsPlease read carefully:More Like This
Each sketch or doodle is important
So don't say the following:
"It's just a sketch. Can't I have it? You won't miss it!"
Or you will end up with freshly sharpened pencils up your ass
Artist get attached to things they create
Much like mothers and their babies
Remember that It's cruel to separate parents and children until the children are old enough to go out on their own
Until that day
DO NOT ask for art until it has matured and is ready to leave the nest
If you ask an artist to look through their sketchbook one of the three things will happen:
A) you will be given a stone cold glare, indicating how stupid the question really was
B) you will be allowed to peek at select number if sketches the artist seems qualified to be seen
C) you will be stabbed painfully in the eyes with a fork (or whatever else is in hands reach.
NEVER under any circumstance look through the said sketchbook WITHOUT PERMISSION
My deviantART StoryIt all started a few years ago, with a single piece of art.More Like This
I can remember having seen digital art before, but it never really impacted me. The fact that it wasn't real, on paper, and I couldn't touch it, made it somehow distant to me. Yet, for whatever reason, this piece was different to me. I can still remember staring at it from the screen of my computer, not being able to grasp how someone was able to make art that flawless, pretty and beautiful. And how a person was able to express that much emotion with just a few brush strokes. Call me stupid, or naive. But I just could "get" it.
I think it was that piece of art that gave me a reason to try. Or more, a direction that I wanted to go in.
Before that time I was like a clueless wanderer. I've been writing a story for years. But I was basically lost in a maze of what I wanted or what I could do when it came to drawing stuff. My lack of skill and fear of failure got
SherlockWe begin at 221B Baker Street,More Like This
With an army doctor who chances to meet
The world's only consulting sociopath,
Extraordinary and brilliant
He solves the cases,
Where police find no traces.
His nemesis Moriarty,
Never far from the scene.
His arch enemy Mycroft is his brother.
He works for the British government in some form or other
To Buckingham Palace, Sherlock is summoned
Where a case he takes on, The Woman involved.
The Woman, a blackmailing foe
Turns Sherlock into her beau.
Her deceit is uncovered, her lies revealed
Her allegiance, to Moriarty, belongs
Sherlock disgraced
His nemesis he faced
His friends in peril
A fall, to save them, he must
Aloud John said,
"Please don't be dead"
As Sherlock looked
Upon his grave.
he saved me, but he killed me.More Like This
i. first light- i met you in a crimson forest.
it was a rose garden summer, and out of a black mercedes
you walked out, your five year old eyes greener than
sunlit saplings
you reached up to pluck a rose from its stem, and offered it to me.
"what's your name?"
daddy told me that i couldn't tell strangers my real name.
I looked at the rose in my hand.
you smiled, you were a seastorm of now long-gone innocence.
i didn't understand
but I knew.
ii. i forgot about you for
1562 days, 11 hours, and 22 minutes,
you shouted
my name, but i didn't recognize you
until i saw your eyes.
iii. my father fell and didn't stand back up again.
i screamed, and you carried me home.
iv. i didn't talk for a week.
i stared at the gray of the sky. it was the color of my father's eyes.
you sat next to me in the pouring rain,
your war
memories.my mind replaysMore Like This
memories of us
each night, and
i am lost, lost
in the shadows of
your eyes, the curve
of your almost-smiles,
the lullabies in your
voice, the sound of
your footsteps.
don't wake me up
just yet.
i told you that
i would change, that
i'd paint the sky violet
for you, that i would
miss you, and i could
catch you a rainbow,
or a heart beat,
or star, or a smile,
or whatever you want,
but 'whatever you want'
was not me, and
i was never enough
to make you stay.
all i ever wanted
was for you to say
'i love you',
but i guess
some things
are better left unsaid.
Freedom IllusionYou can't escapeMore Like This
the stroke of fate,
nothing can be done:
the only freedom is
to choose under which
ax you lay your head.
I am so easy to forgetOld friends,More Like This
Slowly crumbles,
To dust.
And memories that once were unforgettable,
Are fading.
And I am trying,
To keep them alive.
Because out of all my old friends,
You re the only one I have left.
And all of these photographs,
I've kept.
Are nothing more,
Than just another piece of my broken heart.
New friends,
I try to keep my mouth shut,
Because I am scared of you,
And what you might think,
If I dared.
To say a word.
So I ll just smile,
And drag myself for miles,
When they should only be inches,
Because I feel i need to be,
Just so you'll like me.
On WritingWrite for todayMore Like This
And like it's all
That'll be left of you
Never write for popularity.
Write with clarity, but
'Don't make everything said'.
Write a million things;
An ode to the voice
Inside your head,
An elegy for the living,
A carpe diem for the dead.
Write to tell
People going
Through hell,
To just keep
They'll find a way out.
Don't write for approval,
Or judgement;
That way misery lies.
Poetry can't be judged,
Not properly –
It's subjective,
Different to
Different eyes.
Write for yourself;
Doesn't matter if it's
Good enough for
Anyone else.
You'll never be Shakespeare.
But he'd never
Have been you;
Pour your heart into it,
That's the best
That you can do.
Summertime (For the Quiet Kids)People think I'm lonely,More Like This
People think I'm sad.
I've been called lowly,
I've been called mad.
There are worse things
I could be than quiet,
There are more harmful
Things I could do,
Just because I'm different,
Doesn't mean I'm not right too.
Books are my buddies,
My four walls are my friends.
Green Day are my preachers,
AC/DC are my teachers,
Dancing out of my speakers.
I talk with my pen
And I sing from the soul,
Sometimes it's diamond bright,
Others, it's black as coal.
Summer is here,
I can feel it
Sweating into my pores,
And whilst some might go for beaches,
I go for so-called bores.
So when you see someone,
Nose in a book,
With a faraway look,
Don't pity them;
For they are in their own kind of sunshine.
she's gone, she's gone.don't tell a broken girl withMore Like This
grief pouring into the juts of her cheekbones,
hunger suffocating into the curves of her ribs,
that her eyes are made
of moonlight
and her hair was weaved from
sunshine when you are
light years away and millennia too late
RememberMemories.More Like This
The thought worries me,
that I might just forget it all.
I'll forget the spontaneous times
where I would feel happy,
for really... no apparent reason.
I'm so scared,
that I'll wake up and
not remember anything,
and even if it means
losing the depressing memories -
I can't bear to let it go.
It shaped me into what I am today,
believe it or not -
all those sad, depressing memories.
And if I were to age and perhaps just
forget it all...
I would lose myself.
What would I do?
Who would I be?
Oh, sweet and painful memories -
please, never leave me.
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsMore Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
Do They Still RememberYou wonder.More Like This
Do people from the past still remember you?
Do they really miss you like they say they do?
Do they still care?
Do they remember that explosive personality of yours?
Do they still think of you when they hear something you used to say?
Do they still keep some space in their heart, just for you?
Or have you been erased from their memories, blown away by the present.
Like leaves, pulled away from their home as they change color.
Makes you wonder, doesn't it?
21 Draw: character design reference bookhttps://www.indiegogo.com/projects/21-drawMore Like This
I'm one of the artists who'll provide some art for the book. There are many great great artists participating in the book and I'm sure it'll be a perfect reference book for any artists, and I imagine it'll also be a nice art book for browsing for non-artists. (I was excited to see Kim Jung Gi in the list, he's so crazy talented.) I can't wait to get the book myself!
The book has reached its goal 2 and a half days after the campaign started, but there are stretch goals which will make the book even more better.
I hope you'll be interested!
Pursuit of a DreamMore Like This
Leia em Português|
Trekking at Sunset
by MetaWorks, JoeyVazquez, sanjun
Felipe Cagno's Long Journey to "The Lost Kids: Seeking Samarkang."
by techgnotic
Many deviants know well…
…"The Lost Kids: Seeking Samarkand", the 200+ pages graphic novel written and created by Brazilian storyteller FelipeCagno.
What few know is the story of how it took him almost a decade to bring this story to the public between script re–writes, production setbacks and more than three years of working with a team of artists spread across the globe.
Although "The Lost Ki
angelfishyou dive into the sea like a mermaid.More Like This
and my breath catches, my hand rises
as if
i could stop you in midair
or pull you back into my empty arms.
but nothing can stop the waves
from closing over you.
i hate them for that.
for taking you from me.
the warm water holds you closer than i ever could
currents caress you like a quiet lover.
the deeper you dive
the more entranced the embrace
becoming an eternal free fall through endless clouds.
nothing exists
except the perfection of your freedom.
my tears fall home into the sea
now, they are all that link me
to the mermaid swimming
away from my heart.
hyenas make the best lovers.i need to stop lookingMore Like This
for death in every body
my fingers touch.
i have been force fed
old lovers, & slices
of the moons lying dust
for years-
i am messy poems;
i am fractured confessions.
i am laughter
& teeth.
my jaws ache
with the taste of
wolves blood,
& names.
i am still hungry.
give me your sugar;
I will share my breath.
you are still made of starstuff,
& i am no longer caged.
Brian Kesinger: Character DrivenMore Like This
Disney Artist Brian Kesinger on Creating Story through Character
Foreword by techgnotic
It is with great pleasure we welcome BrianKesinger as a guest writer to the Today Page Editorial Team. Considering his authentic citizenship within the deviantART community, his thoughts and insights will be of great value to all aspiring artists, illustrators, writers and others involved in any creative endeavor. For over 18 years, Brian has worked for Walt Disney Studios on films like Big Hero 6, Winnie the Pooh, Tarzan, Tangled, Wreck It Ralph and Bolt. Brian is author and illustrator of his own oct
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,More Like This
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls
chipped away by the wind;
cobwebs align them
like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in a broken window,
gathering in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic)
My eyes seek out the sermon,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
(beneath nick and scratch)
as light needles the shade,
breathes new fire over candles,
measures the weight in these empty rows,
breaths that haven't ceased being prayer.
.death has a wayMore Like This
of assuring you
that he is your
only friend;
he's the only
one that will
stay with you
whenever you
reach the end
LicensingGuys, PLEASE learn about Licensing art and looking under the Publishing Options when uploading a piece. :I I'm not the smartest person, but this is something all artists should know.More Like This
This post on Tumblr: http://nevertoomanyspiders.tumblr.com/post/84539193962/silascaptor-coffeeandcuteboys
is making people paranoid about DeviantART and stating facts that aren't true. People are taking parts of DeviantART's Terms Of Service out of context without reading the whole thing. :I
Basically, if you research more, you will find that DeviantART CANNOT use your work for any commercial use without getting your consent.
Googling & learning the differences of Creative Commons, Commercial Use, & Royalty-free will really help you.
Have a nice day XD
Back to working on commissions :iconahurrplz:
Happy BirthdayThis is not a poem.More Like This
It's not even a story.
This is a simple observation.
Today I was on Facebook, a dangerously common occurrence for me. Borderline addiction, possibly. I looked to the right column where events and birthdays are posted, and noticed it was a friend's birthday. And I hesitated in saying anything.
I hesitated to say happy birthday to a friend. Why?
Was it because we only had one community college class together a couple of years ago, so our friendship is little more than a past acquaintance that hasn't yet ceased to exist on a social media site?
Was it because I didn't have the time to type out those two simple words, perhaps even a dot of punctuation if I'm splurging on free time? The answer to this question is no, because even though I have a quiz tomorrow and two midterms next week, I was clearly distracted on Facebook nonetheless. Besides, I'm typing this now, and it's quite more extensive than a happy birthday.
Was it because I thought it would be awkward if he got
Everythingな 信 長More Like This
ら じ い
れ て 行
ま る き
す の
。 こ
ー ー
A long way to go.
Everything that you believe
You will manifest.
GrandfatherI recall,More Like This
He was white.
But, not the
--"controversial at political dinner parties" and "this racist comment will cost him the election kind"--
Stark, snowy, riveting white.
His hair was always victim to the static that came from
resting against
the mountain of pillows that topped off his hospital bed.
He always lay there,
a beacon in the middle of the dark, mudd brown, living room.
I suppose it was hell to live the last of his life there,
but at six, I thought he was God,
living on a cloud that was Heaven.
I remember his warm hands, their blue lines, and their wrinkles,
the way his smile never met his eyes--
and his eyes said he had more in his mind than his mouth could say.
I would study him for hours while he slept,
Hoping he would wake up, be glad that I was there to cure his loneliness,
and give me secrets to the world.
Once in awhile, I was lifted to the wintery heights of his bed,
Set beside him to talk.
And his warm hands would cup over mine,
Whilst I told him about the dandelio
The Best of YougingerlyMore Like This
i trace your frozen features
with trembling fingertips,
i remember this day well,
so very well;
your typical smile curling
the corners of your mouth,
and that ever present
mischievous spark
in your almond eyes,
the way paint splattered
every available surface
of your over-sized clothes,
even your explanation for
wearing those still echoes
like yesterday in my mind;
"how can an artist create
or express himself,
if he cannot move freely?"
those scattered escaped dots
of red and yellow pastels
resting on your cheekbones,
that i traced moments later
with my lips...
forever that day is etched
in every inch
of my soul,
"gone, but never forgotten,"
i whisper to myself,
while i tear my blurred gaze away
from the treasured,
dog-eared photograph
to loo
darwin's revengein the embryo of the cityMore Like This
in their cage
they paint their nails not
that the sun is watching
from his trap door
in the cloud ceiling where
whales can't swim but go
to dream
and drop down their weight in rain
not measured in pints
but lives overflowed
in lost archipelagos full
of automatic islands
that catch the eyes like needles
when viewed from further away
than the end of the world
Whale Songs of the PacificListen, the girls swallowed by whales are the ones that grow up lucky.More Like This
Listen, no one will warn you about the little boys with the magpie eyes and the fists swinging splinters of glass. No one will warn you that their smiles are sweeter than their words are sweeter than their souls are sweeter than their intentions. No one will warn you of the sheer weight of the world.
Listen, sometimes girls are fragile. Sometimes girls are frothy. Sometimes girls let boys nuzzle "I love you"s into their necks and sometimes girls drink the wine of believing them.
Listen, sometimes the boys really are sweet, and little girls' tart puckered mouths can't taste the difference.
Listen, writers are the ones that drip fishhooks down their throats to coax out their hearts. Writers are the ones who fling those heart-hooks into the sea even if they have a message but not a bottle. Listen, sometimes fish swallow them. Some of those fish sink to the bottom of the ocean with the weight of the world in those heart
The Price of Dying"I want to be interred after I die," Mr. Peters said. He made that clear to his family while he was still lucid, before old age and illness rendered him unintelligible. Seventy wasn't that old, but he recognized the symptoms that were creeping up on his ailing body – the aches, the fatigue, the feeling of helplessness and despair. Despite his daughter's attempts to assuage his concerns, he sensed his own mortality.More Like This
The worst part about dying, Mr. Peters thought, was what happened afterwards. Even since he was a small boy, he had been afraid of fire. He could never forget the scorching heat of the orange flames searing his skin, the dark billowing smoke entering his nostrils. The time that his house burned down, the fire almost took him with it. How ironic then, to escape the fire only to be fed into it after death.
So one day, he sat his son and daughter down after dinner. "I want to be buried whole," he said, emphasizing the
Carving ConstellationsDoctors carve out constellations,More Like This
stitch star maps into my skin,
a web of scars, a path to take
to find myself again.
My scars are sewn of haunted stars,
constellations but half-drawn;
ghosts of star-fire whispering words
that fade out with the dawn.
They took my rib from me,
ground it up, reformed it,
turned it into Eve;
made a girl with my own name:
a girl they say is me.
My fragile face now hers,
our spirit splintered,
she stands for nothing
I once stood for.
Deep scars fade
before their meanings are deciphered;
yet more maps unfold
The First Breath of 2013The First Breath of 2013More Like This
Mine tasted like Stella Artois
And the cool, dark night.
It sounded like loud music,
It felt like holding back your best friend's hair.
Mind going absent,
Staring blankly at fireworks to forget
What it felt like the last few times.
I wished people well
When I knew them well-enough.
The details aren't vital;
A brief synopsis is you
Walking 500 miles Proclaimer style
(Ok it was more like 5)
Stone-cold sober because
It was raining, again.
England's tears became mine
When we had eachother,
When I realised that yours tasted
cosmic background radiationThey say that the big bang was not an actual "bang". It was really just static. Static, like the interference of radio waves. Of course, the universe did not happen instantaneously. The big bang took 760,000 years to happen. 760,000 years of static, and bang, the universe happened.More Like This
I get myself together and actually go out. I go to see the New York Philharmonic perform the works of John Cage at Lincoln Center. I walk out during the second movement of 4'33". There's a very small difference between life and death. I walk home, my chin pulled down against my neck. I hum a constant note, providing myself with my own tinnitus.
I focus on this note. I cross Broadway where the walkers cluster on the curbside, awaiting the turn of the traffic light. People talking and the bioacoustic noises of their bodies moving. I walk against the signal. The tires of taxis scrape against the road. I go west on 65th Street, past Brooks Brothers and the slimy sliding of the revolving door, past vans parallel
Divine PlummetWhen the sun melts the skyMore Like This
And volcanoes freeze and frost
When lightning quenches the waves
And the Earth itself ceases to spin
Then the heavens will fall
Bright and shining and glorious
Descending through the clouds into our hearts
And the angels will sing their last echoes
Whispering their dreams as they spiral
And the trees will sway
As the wind itself bows, prostrate
Dignity swept away in itself
And all the crystal in the world
Will, for an instant, gleam with a thousand suns
As the light rains down from above
And all the peoples will come out of their homes
To look up with blinded eyes
And see gods falling towards them
Their raw fear reflected in the eyes of billions
They will see once, and never again
See truly, with souls of pure ether
Because once you have seen light
How may you stand darkness?
How can you bear oblivion
Having mirrors for eyes?
How is it you can live
Watching empires die?
Scarlet DreamsBorn to life and raised to deathMore Like This
Trained and conformed with increasing urgency
Using molds that pushed out more than they let in
And it wasn't enough, it didn't match up
She was unexpected enough to be normal
She stumbled into her fairytales, bleeding her dreams
Clutching her tumbling tunes of hope
As they ran and slipped between fumbling fingers
Slithering down her legs to coil below
Poised to strike if picked up again
Sobbing wet tears into dry walls
That were then uncaring but would once be kind
They watched silently but never responded
Yet were first in line to hear her last
And taste the blood
And smell the blackness
And bid farewell
The impurity within her had had enough
So it spurted out
To paint the walls
And sketch out her life
In ways that she could never have
And she had been perfect
To the boy who was waiting
With his bouquet of redemption
But the flowers wilted
As he searched for their owner
Because she was brilliant
Just not in the way they wanted
Mirth in Solemn ReminiscenceThis dear heart knows no boundaries, my love -More Like This
Let us pray that the night will be our guide,
a solace I sought, granted, from above.
Let nothing stop us – spread your wings, my dove,
and follow the gentle wind breathing its stride;
this dear heart knows no boundaries, my love.
A loud tempest strikes! Wraps in a cold glove
a chance for ascension, spread far and wide:
A solace I sought, granted, from above.
Therein, you found, the mirth you had dreamt of;
a smile on your face – purity deified –
This dear heart knows no boundaries, my love.
Thus must I leave now; a sadness I shove
aside, for this void is where I reside
this dear heart knows no boundaries, my love.
I plant the rose on your grave, made thereof
from our dreams together, for you I cried:
"this dear heart knows no boundaries, my love -
a solace I sought, granted, from above."
StitchesI lost my voiceMore Like This
the day you died.
I sealed it up in a jar,
just freshly plucked from
my cherry red lips;
it sits forgotten in
the dust, right next
to the skeletons
in my closet.
I can still feel
your fingers clutching
at my adam's apple,
playing the delicate strings
of my larynx
like a broken harp.
you were the words
that left my
mouth as pretty
poetry and
complex metaphors,
but the ink no
longer flows through
these calloused bones.
I can't help it as my
fingers dance
over the stitches
that line my throat,
single file x's that remind
me of the day
I forgot how to breathe—
at least you can't hear
me cry anymore.
Only youAnother day passes slowlyMore Like This
Life keeps on fading quietly
My years have been spend worthlessly
With no feeling fraternity
I walk my way solemnly
Make my path formally
All eyes lay on me respectfully
I'm treated like the great solely
But I owe them back disgracefully
I put them aside disdainfully
I whip my worries mercilessly
I am a powerful weapon ultimately
But my bullets are stunned by you so suddenly
Your Kindness shoed away my troubles so charmingly
You helped me upon my feet willingly
You expected nothing back unconditionally
From that moment my mind was on you individually
Even with all the fuss; you smile caringly
Pain was caused and you suffered sensitively
But you said regrets will go gradually
I don't care if there is no money surprisingly
You changed me astonishingly
I won't let a burden fall on you, even mistakenly
How can you be so gentle admiringly?
Don't hesitate to hold my hand tightly
But please keep smiling constantly
My eyes shall remain for you promisingly
I shall love
NightMareMore Like This
I'm lying sick, I'm in daze,
A Demon's running my head,
There's a fox and a blaze,
I'm not on my bed!
I run on the mountain,
I'm feeling so free,
I run on the mountain!
From myself I must flee!!
Ooh My God, Send An Angel;
I can't stand this alone,
It's so heavy my burden,
Take me back; Take me home...
Lost inside my own dream;
I can't find my way out...
It's my fever, my sin,
I must wake! I must shout!!!
Ooh My God, Send An Angel,
Though it's mine, the guilt,
Stop this fever, my burden
And the tale I'll sing.
unrequitedsimply superficial,More Like This
this addiction
is deeper than the
flesh though,
it's embedded in my bones.
a carnal craving,
making my fingers
ache for the
my nerves coil
and recoil at the
thoughts that
rush through my veins;
flooding the peaceful
domain of my
catastrophic disruption,
my body into
an unanticipated overdrive
it just can't
the unadulterated
happiness it
brings breaks
these c-c-cracking
lips into a
that'll shine
for days.
it's simple bliss—
of course something so
good has a fair
price to pay.
Begthis isn't your averageMore Like This
game of chance,
you're dancing with
the devil, boy
and someone's bound
to lose more than
just their head.
come on,
match my every step.
hand to hand,
heart to heart.
this waltz was made
for you and
do you really
know what
you're getting yourself
you're walking a
fine line between
life and death and
the choice is completely
you could be setting
yourself free
or just digging
your grave a
little deeper,
whether you're
brave or just foolishly
in love we'll
see how you feel
when I've got you
on your knees
there's no going back now.
completion (finish what you start)do we all have anMore Like This
(ir)rational fear of the unfinished
or is it just my heartbeat
that curdles at the prospect
of penultimates,
of not-quite-closure,
and of almosts
oh god,
the almosts.
do we really believe it
when they say it's the thought that counts
or is it just a consolation prize,
excuses plied from laziness
like cavity-ridden teeth
from a mouth that
yawns nearly empty
because you nearly kissed the boy,
because you almost let yourself want him;
but it's the thought that counts,
and not conquering cowardice.
almost brave and nearly there
are like ellipsis evasions
at the end of a chapter
and ellipsis carves,
crumbles away
my sent(i)ence...
i will not be an almost:
i will be brave.
we're a song sung by the galaxyi'm beautiful. the petit joujou kisses meMore Like This
the moment i lift my eyelids and my mother smells
my hair when i get out of bed because it's perfect, perfect all the time
(and sometimes, i wish it was messy because
it would still be perfect, just a little more me and a little more beauty)
and i'm the sun of spring melting the last icicles when i get out of bed.
the way i stab my chignon with pencils and stain my hands with graphite
because i cannot not touch my own words when writing, i always
smear them with my fingertips to feel them rushing
through my veins and then there's
the way i get back in
after walking the dog
take off my boots
and laugh a lot.
i find a pencil on the floor because it was left in my hair all the time
(not forgotten, no, just a part of me, so natural)
and i barely care these days how i walk out the door
because i walk out the door feeling well like my heart is coated in honey while i'm coated
with my winter clothes. i'm beautiful.
and i bet there's something about th
to you who dancesdear summer childMore Like This
i don't have a couch, my room's
too small,
but i'm sure we can find a place
that's big enough for all our dreams
- and the ice cream, of course.
(and your words, they're fancy
enough for me and if we're honest
i prefer old sweatpants and a shirt
myself, we'll be a good match)
not sure if i can giggle,
it's been a while but i'm sure
your laughter is contagious
and it'll sweep me away
like a summer storm
free, yes we're free
and all the magic we need
will be on the tv screen
my wings were lost
some time ago, how
about we find us a beat-up
ford anglia to fly? the sky will be
all ours, and i volunteer
to drive if you want to climb
the roof and touch the clouds
(i don't know anything about cars
but hey, that'll just make us more
- and a little sky-sick, maybe.
let me stroke your hair
for comfort, i bet it's soft
as sunshine and whispers
magical melodies)
autumn is a shy maiden
hiding behind its veil of gold
(as i do, i do)
i'm glad i can show you its face
but s
deficientwe're runningMore Like This
out of time, out of breath
and you're my forever
but i-
this tongue is forgotten
a set of gunpowder teeth
not fit for waltzing with
(why didn't you know earlier?)
i saw her make the sun
(but never smiling
brighter than herself, sky goddess),
and then
i saw darkness
(call me harbourer,
bringer of night)
in all of its cold
we lifted a veil
i never thought
there'd be glass behind
to trap me and i'm
ashen bones
not shattered but
scattered across the sky
i'm drowning light
untitled (broken records don't have names)my fingers flutter sunrise butterflies,More Like This
floating in the morning
as it breaks through the gloom
that came post-gloaming.
but i confess,
i have no grasp
on what to do with daylight
these days.
you were a drop of sunlight
reflected in my cloudy-sky eyes
eventually you became too
good for me, and i gave up
my waxed wings are still intact, but
my shoulders are too sore from
carrying this deadweight with an
obnoxious, obstinate heartbeat
and how are you faring this golden afternoon?
you will never answer and yet
my mind loops broken records,
asking as if you could hear.
light halos the plain beneath my feet
but i shy away from sunshine,
an icarus-inherited fear of falling
or just of
letting go.
because we were supposed to
be something beautiful, something
worth falling for
(or you were, at least, and there is
no way to ask if you fell hard enough)
but shattered cds still lie on the floor
collecting the sunlight that i
don't know what to do with
because i can't spend it on you, anymore.
untitled (broken records don't have names)my fingers flutter sunrise butterflies,More Like This
floating in the morning
as it breaks through the gloom
that came post-gloaming.
but i confess,
i have no grasp
on what to do with daylight
these days.
you were a drop of sunlight
reflected in my cloudy-sky eyes
eventually you became too
good for me, and i gave up
my waxed wings are still intact, but
my shoulders are too sore from
carrying this deadweight with an
obnoxious, obstinate heartbeat
and how are you faring this golden afternoon?
you will never answer and yet
my mind loops broken records,
asking as if you could hear.
light halos the plain beneath my feet
but i shy away from sunshine,
an icarus-inherited fear of falling
or just of
letting go.
because we were supposed to
be something beautiful, something
worth falling for
(or you were, at least, and there is
no way to ask if you fell hard enough)
but shattered cds still lie on the floor
collecting the sunlight that i
don't know what to do with
because i can't spend it on you, anymore.
asteroidi.More Like This
she is an asteroid,
collisions coiling
through belted dresses
that skim past stomach
and smoothe her flaws
and soothe her faults.
an axis awakening;
bend like this, flex like that,
aspiration reminding her
with angry rotations
that she is still present
in her heavy astrosphere.
she is seeking absolution,
absolut and freefallen
she flirts with the night-
club lights like aurora floating
just out of reach
under an ashen sky
atlas stained with atlantic salt,
there is no hall unmarked
and these nights segue
into self-imposed
she strips her face acoustic
no make-up, no need to wake up
an hour early for this adagio
addiction to adding,
always adding more to her skin
to hide the parts that
gasp and poison her vision
like asp assassins.
be quick or be dead,
she moves so slow.
she measures minutes
by an aftershock timeline;
stunned autumnal by bricks
crushed to powder,
always underfoot
she's stuck between the faults
as they line straight through her world;
iv pie
to her with a heart of golddear summer childMore Like This
this night is crim(e)
-son coloured for us, we're free and wild-hearted
we know secrets of poetry
a way around the whispers
of an ocean between us
there are places to go
in fancy pajamas
(mine have pink buttons,
i actually like a good laugh)
these fragile hands, they write and build
worlds for us to roam
and the way you spill pretty words
warm like summer rain,
it shows you're full of warmth yourself
if pretty things are meant to be far,
i hope you're good at acting
let's pretend you're not this
beautiful, and i can be close
to you and your words.
my skin's a flawed canvas
- unlike the sky -
i think we should leave our marks
where everyone will see
you deserve a thousand eyes
admiring your work,
because it's good as it is,
it's perfect with its little
flaws and it has all my love
for leaving pretty leaves
i can turn red and gold.
i'd happily take all
your good adjectives -
so i can put them together,
make something greater,
then hand it back to you.
the word to do you
Yes, I Have a PenisYes, I Have A PenisMore Like This
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
you're paying.
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.
RockHacking away at a rock with another rock will shape the rockMore Like This
you are hacking at by time, but the rock you are using might also break.
This can be frustrating and you may want to give up and go do something else,
but that is when you should get back on your feet, find another rock and continue hacking.
You might never feel that the rock you are shaping ends up perfect and you will always see flaws or
improvements to be made. Passion to do something isn't to finish it, it's to work on it.
AnxietySometimes,More Like This
Sick isn't something
You can see.
When I'm standing there -
Sweaty palms
Heart racing
Fists bracing -
Absolutely terrified
For 'no reason at all',
I hope it makes you
Feel big and tall,
To tell me I'm being stupid.
When I can't talk to someone -
Because my throat is dry,
And I feel sick,
Like I can't
Catch my breath,
Like I'm going to cry
Like I'm hurtling
Towards death -
Don't tell me to
'Get over myself'.
When I'm crying -
Can't breathe,
And my knees
Go weak
And I'm too scared
To speak
And every heart
Makes me jump -
How can you tell me
I need to 'grow up'?
When I can't get on a bus -
Because so many people,
So many eyes,
And my mind is force-feeding
Me so many lies -
Don't tell me I 'think I'm better
Than everyone else'.
I'm trying my hardest.
Really, I am.
Would you tell someone with a broken leg
To just get up and walk?
Would you tell someone with no tongue
To open their mouth and talk?
Would you tell a wingless angel
To fly?
So tell me why -
When it is
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,More Like This
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
Who sat.
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c
You're worth so much moreShe was the typeMore Like This
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
razor blade,
because looking at what
she'd done
was even harder
to digest
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
s l
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
it'll save
her wrists.
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin AwayMore Like This
I tear this skin from my body,
And run...
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
And crawl.
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
this is a warning.i.More Like This
The first thing you need
to know about people is this:
we're shitty.
If you cut off our head,
we will grow two in its place.
We will divide and conquer
until there's nothing left
but tiny gaping mouths,
clacking and salivating
at the crumbs of an empire.
They tell me hurt is like
a paper cut:
quick and forgotten,
They're wrong.
Hurt is the first step
off a balcony,
the first gasp
in a chain reaction
screaming from the railing
to beyond the pavement.
When I finally hit the ground,
I looked up and saw my halo
dangling from the edge,
We cycle.
He said, she said,
I wanted, he lost, she won,
I ruined this, I broke your heart,
he left me,
I miss you.
This is nothing new.
Your tragedy is always
someone else's.
Tell me,
what's it like to realize
every slash on your soul
has an identical twin?
What's it like to know
you're going to die
the same way everyone does:
scared and alone?
We are disposable.
The hydra g
TiredXTiredXMore Like This
Prince Means Frog
Queens Were Not Princesses
Robots Rule Inside Us
Freedom Needs Freedom
Reality Is Not Safe
Asylum Is Safe
Breathing Is Free
Air Is Not Free
Guests Are Expected
Life Is UnExpected
Virus Spreads
Poison Is Lazy
Blood Is Hot
Death Is Cold
Steel Needs Fire And Ice
Steel Is Weird
Weird Is Not Always Art
Poetry Is Not Art
Poetry Is More Than Art
Art Should Not Answer
Answers Need Questions
Questions Need Answers
Ask The Translator
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,More Like This
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn't want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it's the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can't do it anymore…
Stay Strong.
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can't do it anymore.
Because darling,
You've come this far.
Don't you dare give up on it, now.
Melancholy thoughtsI tasteMore Like This
the sweetness
in your words,
only to wonder
how many others
have tasted
them too.
.you break freeMore Like This
from the grip of
the ocean
just to die in
the arms of the shore
from exhaustion
InsomniacI am the sunMore Like This
and you
are the moon:
my tidal-wave
are controlled
by you
So when it's 2am
in the middle of the night,
I know why
I can't
sleep tight.
suicide can come in bottles.dad was an alcoholicMore Like This
by the time he was twenty-two.
he was thirty-three
when i was born.
i am eight years old.
dad is drunk on the couch.
he wakes up and tells me to buy him food
and i tell him i'm his daughter.
he gets up to yell at me
then, as if realizing, starts laughing.
i am scared.
i am nine years old.
there's a picture i don't understand
printed out on the table.
i look at the web address and type it in
and there's a site full of them.
the men look like they're hurting the women.
they call them mean names
and tie them up.
in the one my dad printed
there are no faces. just genitals
and i am nine
and i understand.
i don't tell my mother.
i am nine years old.
every night i get up when dad leaves
to close the browsers open on his computer.
one night,
there are seventeen open
and i close them
one at a time.
some of the pictures are scary.
one woman is screaming.
another is one who looks young,
like a high school girl.
Let's Play a Game"Let's play a game," Death said to me.More Like This
"And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get a second life for free.
The rules are simple, so listen to me.
You must first be born a he or she
With traits categorized, one to three;
The rest will come later, you will see.
You will begin off with guidance and support partially.
Loneliness will come upon you when you are not healthy mentally,
But you will be the key to unlock an antidote to your own disease…possibly.
The trick to the game, though, is to live fully and responsibly without a visit from me.
Live 100 years the way you want, and I'll gladly give another life to thee."
"Let's play a game," Life said to me
"And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get to live for eternity.
The game is tricky, so listen carefully.
You will be born a he or she
And from the very beginning given a number, one to three.
The numbers represent a path you are willing to go without attempting t
So SilentSo silentMore Like This
It was so silent on the hill,
She could hear her steps,
Her breath...
A look at the watch;
Time's not passing,
Not going away,
Like a friend who waits, insists;
That she must do something at last.
Bag Of DreamsI once knew a boyMore Like This
Who carried his dreams on his back
And kept them together
In a burlap sack,
Which he hoisted
And heaved
Until finally
He'd leave
Usually in the same way
That he came,
With a bag full of dreams
A back full of pain
And with nowhere left to stay.
This boy
Though so small
carried it all
Without a single complaint,
While his legs seemed to stall
And continually tried to fall
At every bump in the road.
But on the boy walked
He could not be stopped
On his quest to keep his dreams.
So to help him along
I sang him a song
So mellifluous
And so sweet
It became a lullaby
And slowly shut his eyes
So he could finally go to sleep.
And while he slept on the ground
I made not a sound
While I approached the burlap sack,
I made small tear
So some dreams
Could escape, if they dare.
I just wanted to help
I swear.
That bag was too heavy
For any boy to wear.
I knew this
This I did.
So when he awoke
And started to choke
As he realized
That his dreams were gone
They had long since died,
I did
The MonstersThe monsters were neverMore Like This
under my bed.
Because the monsters
were inside my head.
I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time
the monster has been me.
Silly GirlSilly girl,More Like This
Whose eyes rain crystals,
Why do you wish to heal?
Do you not understand the beauty
Of your ability to feel?
Silly girl,
Whose grin's so bright,
Why do you wish to change?
A soul with no emotion
Would appear to be quite strange.
Silly girl,
Whose face is dull,
Why do you live this myth?
You choose to be a shadow,
Smashing daisies with your fist.
Silly girl,
With wounds and scars,
Why have you chosen this death?
No, sinking into your own grave
Would be better than such regret.
Silly girl,
You've started to feel,
Just recently you've started to cry.
You've been down this path again and again,
With a pain you're designed to deny.
Silly girl,
Whose eyes rain crystals,
Why do you wish to heal?
Do you not remember the torture
Of being unable to feel?
.sometimesMore Like This
the voice
in my head
decides to
curl up in
my throat
and sometimes
the beat of
your heart
decides to
make itself
known through
your fists
.i saw marsMore Like This
hit venus,
sent her
spinning like
a marble;
a fire
rose within
her soul,
i saw a
red sea
The Wayfarer01-12-14More Like This
There's never a day that passes not even one,
Where I ponder about the things I've seen and done.
All my father sees in me is disgrace,
And I shall continue on as that until death's embrace.
In life or death a knight I shall always be,
And now from my burdens my heart is free.
My comrade, my brother for all I know is dead.
I'll journey to search for what I most dread.
I'll look for him until the end of my days.
I'll look for him until his funeral pyre is set ablaze.
.i will notMore Like This
love for fear
of losing
and if a
should creep
through like
ivy, i'll cut it
steps.humans were made to run barefoot.More Like This
we were made to climb mountains, fighting gravity
and to fly across stony deserts and dangerous forests.
we were not made for these,
these bastardizations of heels and soles and
humans were made to run barefoot,
we were always meant to leave traces of ourselves
on everything we touched, every inch
of the world that we would walk.
we were always meant to take with us
the scars left by the walls we would climb,
the bruises left by the falls we would take,
the hard skin and the instant familiarity left
by the paths we would forge
so worry not.
you were never meant to feel the skin of this earth
through designer heels and combat boots.
you were only ever meant to feel the weight of yourself,
a breathing, bleeding, human
charged with electric emotions and spinning
out of control
upon the ground,
meant to break yourself on the roads you paved
and the dreams you wrought in sto
.you forget thatMore Like This
roses have thorns;
a prick of the
skin will tell you
that you're holding
her too tight
A Simple Song11-6-13More Like This
Melodies carry on in the breeze,
Enchanting all with delicate ease.
Those deaf to its sweet sound.
Will never know where home is found.
It's the melody the deaf can hear,
It's the song the ignorant won't go near.
Hymn's regal presence astounds all,
None can ignore its demanding call.
Painstakingly does the musician write his notes,
While the singer's songs become a handful of quotes.
A lover sings his ballad,
Hoping he can prove his love valid.
A song so small you cannot lose,
It's an artist without his muse.
Good Night, Lullaby10-24-13More Like This
Gently sway to the twilight,
Stand in awe of the starry might.
Let not the shadows strike you fear,
And don't let go of all you hold dear.
Find solace in the moon's kind rays,
As much as you can for as long as she stays.
I implore you to feast your eyes,
On the glittering dance of the fireflies.
Let the leaves be your bed tonight,
A front row seat to every sight.
November Reader Insert Contest!Hello everyone! I hope that you all had a safe and enjoyable Halloween, but now November is here! I'm excited to say I'll be holding a contest.More Like This
1. Reader inserts only. That means no OC x Canon, or Canon x Canon.
2. You can only make reader inserts with the characters from Attack on Titan. (Ex: Levi x Reader)
4. The maximum entires is two. They can be on the same character.
5. If you contribute to the prizes, you're still allowed to enter.
6. The theme is 'Gratitude', and the contest is going from November 1st through December 1st.
7. You cannot use a deviation that has already been uploaded here.
8. For me to see it and recognize it as a contest entry, please tag me and say "This is for Attackonfanfiction's November Reader Insert contest."
1st Place:
300 points from me.
Fanfiction request, and graphic picture of Levi and/or OC in normal anime or chibi form from SmexyLeviLover
AoT x Reader requ
My Next ContestsAfter holding a poll, I think I've decided on my next two contests.More Like This
First, a costume contest for Halloween. I'm thinking this one would be more for fun than anything, just post your Halloween costume and mention me in the description. The prize would just be 15 or 20 points, nothing big, so don't go out of your way to buy expensive costume parts just for the contest! (Unless you're looking for an EXCUSE to buy them, that is.)
Second, another reader insert contest, this time featuring Game Pastas. By "game pastas", I mean characters like Lost Silver, Glitchy Red, Herobrine, Sonic.EXE, etc. This contest will NOT accept BEN inserts. The purpose is to get publicity for OTHER game-based creepypastas; BEN already has PLENTY of stories about him. This one will have prizes of 10, 25, and 35 points.
The most important announcement: this time, the contest results will be decided in a battle royale-style poll system. Basically, depending on the number of entries, I'll have mu
Levi x Reader |Hades And Persephone| AU DrabbleGentle and deft fingers reach down, as she lets them intertwine with a rose she had taken particular interest in. As she unroots it from the ground, a sharp thorn presses against her finger, making an oozing red pour from it. She immediately let go of the rose at the pain, a frown tugging at her lips as she inspected the wound.More Like This
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ROCKFORD (WIFR) – The number of female truck drivers out on the road has increased about 15% over the last ten years according to federal data and one Stateline woman is being noticed for that.
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ST. PAUL, Minn. (AP) — The final tally of property taxes due this year presents a mixed bag, with levies rising in some places but falling in others.
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Dyn, the worldwide leader in Internet Infrastructure as a Service, announced that Dawes, John McCauley (lead singer of Deer Tick) and Friends and Delta Spirit will headline their 2013 SXSW Music Meets Tech (MMT) event on Tuesday, March 12 at The Cedar Street Courtyard in Austin, TX.
On the evening when SXSW Interactive comes to a close and the Music festival opens, Dyn returns to Austin for their third year to entertain tech geeks and music elites with a 7-band line-up.
Dyn has always seen the connection between startups and emerging bands, which is why they have combined these two passions in their Music Meets Tech series. All the bands are curated by 1band1 brand, a startup that introduces a new emerging, independent musician and fashion label each week.
"This will be a great night to celebrate the tech industry with clients, partners, prospects and friends," said Kyle York, Dyn Chief Revenue Officer. "Having just one of these bands would ensure that our show would be awesome. Having all three means that this night will be legendary."
Featured in the Wall Street Journal, the New York Times, Billboard Magazine and USA Today, Dawes has been favorably compared to Crosby, Stills and Nash, Neil Young and the Eagles. Their new album, Stories Don't End, comes out in April.
Music fans of all kinds, including Adam Duritz of the Counting Crows, couldn't get enough of Dawes at Dyn's highly regarded 2012 Music Meets Tech event, which also featured 2012 breakout The Lumineers who jumped from SXSW supporting act to performing at the Grammys in 2013.
"A lot of great things have happened to us since Dyn's Music Meets Tech show last year. We toured with Mumford and Sons, played some amazing shows and saw our fanbase grow," said Taylor Goldsmith of Dawes. "But we're excited to return to a more intimate setting in Austin and considering we're performing on the same stage with John McCauley and Delta Spirit, it should be an amazing night. Last year, playing at the Dyn party became one of our favorite SXSW moments we've ever had."
John McCauley, a singer-songwriter from Providence, Rhode Island, will perform the many hits from his band Deer Tick and his other projects. McCauley's music has been described as a combination of folk, blues and country. McCauley counts amongst his legions of fans, Brian Williams, anchor of the NBC Nightly News, and NBA star Matt Bonner.
Delta Spirit is a band that is known for its live performances. Originally from Southern California, Delta Spirit now calls Brooklyn home. Their driving rhythm and congregational songwriting, however, are home on any stage. The band recently performed on Conan O'Brien's show on TBS.
Rounding out the full lineup is a roster of bands that would headline most other parties: Kopecky Family Band, Joe Fletcher And The Wrong Reasons, Quiet Life and Dan Blakeslee.
Kopecky Family Band isn't connected by blood but by their love of music and putting on a great show. The sextet out of Nashville has a strong, cult-like following throughout the country.
Fletcher is a Providence, Rhode Island-based singer/songwriter who recently performed at the legendary Newport Folk Festival. His second album, White Lighter, has been universally praised by critics.
Portland, Oregon-based Quiet Life is no stranger to followers of Dyn, having toured with Dyn in 2012 entertaining audiences at Velocity conferences in the USA and Europe, The Dublin Web Summit and two other European shows.
Like Dyn, Dan Blakeslee is based in New England. His homemade recording, Live at Laconia State Prison, has been compared to Johnny Cash.
In addition to Music Meets Tech, Dyn is powering all DNS (web performance, uptime) and Transactional Email Delivery for SXSW 2013.
"SXSW brings together some of the most influential people in tech and music," said York. "That is exactly what Dyn does with our Music Meets Tech parties. This was a natural partnership."
Incorporated in 2001, Dyn is the worldwide Internet Infrastructure as a Service (IaaS) leader, powering Managed DNS, Traffic Management, Email Delivery & Email Reporting for more than four million enterprise, small business and personal users. With nearly 20 data centers around the world and industry-leading uptime for over 10 years, Dyn's commitment to customer relationships and engineering excellence shines every day. Uptime is the Bottom Line.
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Laurent Koscielny to Barcelona gaining momentum
Jun 16, 2013, 7:53 PM EST
We picked out one, but you don't have look deep in your paper of choice to find a connection between Arsenal's Laurent Koscielny and Barcelona, a team that's lacked depth in central defense for some time. While more glamorous rumors around the Catalan titans have focused on the type of goal scoring forward the Blaugrana have ben without since David Villa broke his leg, the age of (and dependency on) Carles Puyol makes central defense a more-pressing need.
Stylistically, a connection to Koscielny makes sense. Competent on the ball and athletic enough to handle himself in the one-on-one scenarios to which Barcelona subjects their central defenders, Koscielny seems like somebody who could slot right in to the left of Gerard Piqué. At 27 years old, he's no prospect, but the French international is young enough to be classified as more than a stop-gap measure.
All of which prompts the question: Why would Arsenal sell? Koscielny was clearly Arsène Wenger's best defender last season, and in a year in which the Gunners are expected to push on after a rumored summer spending spree, keeping Koscielny would seem crucial to their hopes to solidify a place among England's top four. Even if they sold him for an unexpectedly large sum, Arsenal can't afford to take a step back from Koscielny.
Is $20 million (€15 million) enough for a player whose contract reportedly runs through the 2016-17 season? Yes, if you're a team that can afford to take a step back. Or if you're a team that has to fill multiple holes in the squad. If you're a club for whom $20 million would be a once-in-a-generation sale, capable of bankrolling new facilities and the club's wages for years on end, then the sale makes sense. Twenty million bucks is hard to turn down.
But Arsenal's argument may be more straight forward. In their heart, they may not see Koscielny, who they bought for around £8.5 million, as worth that much. For them, this may be a sell high proposition.
Still, the timing is all wrong. After a year in which Koscielny proved so valuable, it's hard to see a sale doing anything but moving the club closer to fifth-place Spurs. And reportedly having money to burn in the summer's market, Arsenal doesn't need to sell.
Given the club would need to replace him to meet next year's goals, it's difficult to see what the Gunners would get out of this type of Koscielny sale.
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There were a lot of fouls in the first leg of Los Angeles and Seattle's Western Conference final, and some were quite serious.
WATCH: Nani makes Maribor's defense look silly in Sporting CP's UEFA Champions League win
Nov 25, 2014, 10:45 PM EST
Like many fun to watch goals, the magic of the shooter is magnified by the mistakes of the defenders.
Jose Mourinho to Schalke after Chelsea's 5-0 win: "It's not your fault"
Nov 25, 2014, 10:00 PM EST
"I think they have to accept we were too strong for them," added Mourinho.
Bob Bradley's talks with a Swedish club have broken down; Staying at Stabaek?
Nov 25, 2014, 9:16 PM EST
We'll be following who else comes calling for the Princeton man.
Manchester United assistant Ryan Giggs thinks Chelsea's the top dog, compares Louis van Gaal to Alex Ferguson
Nov 25, 2014, 8:05 PM EST
Giggs calls the Stamford Bridge club "head and shoulders above the Premier League" on the strength of their back four.
New York City FC rolls out jet black road jersey; How'd they do?
Nov 25, 2014, 7:13 PM EST
These will be hot in the summer. But are they hot now? What do you think?
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Nov 25, 2014, 6:51 PM EST
Eleven players had their options declined on Tuesday, but Colorado says they could be back with the club in January.
UEFA Champions League roundup: Chelsea win group, Man City's late show, classy PSG
Nov 25, 2014, 6:03 PM EST
Recapping all the action from around Europe after a pivotal matchday in UCL play.
West Brom, England striker Saido Berahino arrested for drinking and driving
Nov 25, 2014, 5:55 PM EST
Berahino scored in the next match after his arrest, but has since gone cold.
VIDEO: Robbie Rogers discusses new book, coming out on NBC's "Today"
Nov 25, 2014, 5:32 PM EST
Rogers talked about how working with gay and lesbian youth organizations made him realize the impact he could make as an openly-gay player.
Manchester City ready for almighty clash with AS Roma for last 16 spot
Nov 25, 2014, 5:22 PM EST
City's late show sets up pulsating clash in the Italian capital next month.
Manchester City 3-2 Bayern Munich: Aguero's hat trick hands Citizens lifeline
Nov 25, 2014, 4:46 PM EST
Citizens grab last-gasp win to boost their chances of making the last 16.
Schalke 0-5 Chelsea: Blues with an untouchable performance against old boss
Nov 25, 2014, 4:33 PM EST
Five different players netted as Chelsea picked up its largest road Champions League win since 1999.
VIDEO: Luis Suarez scores first goal for Barcelona
Nov 25, 2014, 4:10 PM EST
Suarez is off and running for Barca with a goal of exceptional class. What else did you expect?
Lionel Messi breaks Raul's record for Champions League goals (video)
Nov 25, 2014, 3:46 PM EST
The only other active players in the Top Ten are Chelsea's Didier Drogba (44) and Thierry Henry (50), who obviously isn't active with a UEFA Champions League club.
João Moutinho reportedly hands in transfer request at Monaco
Nov 25, 2014, 3:10 PM EST
With top-quality players hardly ever available in January, the Portguese international could be a hot commodity in England.
Pele returns to the hospital days after kidney surgery
Nov 25, 2014, 2:33 PM EST
A urinary infection has Pele in the hospital just 10 days after being released following surgery.
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Nov 25, 2014, 1:55 PM EST
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Toronto FC reveals more details of BMO Field expansion
Nov 25, 2014, 1:05 PM EST
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Nov 25, 2014, 12:11 PM EST
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