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Where shadows dwell"Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life." Jean de La Fontaine




"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." Carl Sandburg




"Between the idea & the reality
between the motion & the act
falls the Shadow."
T.S.Eliot


Happy birthday dear :iconaerendial: :iconcakecookieplz:


"There is still no cure for the common birthday." John Glenn
Monday MusesWelcome to our new activity on Mondays - Monday Muses!
It's all about the artists and artworks that inspire you! :painter:
There are many ways someone can be an inspiration. By displaying inspiring community spirit, or providing helpful resources for example. Or maybe you just stumbled over an amazing artwork that simply knocked you off your feet and inspired you to make something of your own right away.
No matter what it is, we want you to share it!
Simply pick an artist or deviation you find inspiring in some way, and post them in a comment on this journal. Please also include why you chose that artist or artwork.
Your suggestions will be featured next week!
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This week's Muses are:
:bulletgreen::bulletgreen::bulletgreen: :iconrydi1689: :bulletgreen::bulletgreen::bulletgreen:
"^rydi1689 is so helpful as a volunteer! Even with al
An ode to great musicians.This journal is written to praise some great musicians that inspire me day by day. 
Let's begin with "Basement Alchemy"
I found this song yesterday, and it is the one that inspires me too much. It's awesome. I have not heard the original version until I did it some minutes ago, and I can say this version is much better. His voice, his appearance, his talents concerning all these instruments, and his interpretation of the song. :heart:
The great thing in it is the beginning: First it seems like the song is a rock song, and you prepare for some screaming and typical rock sounds (which I also love!), but then the little drum comes and I fell of the chair, literally. My favourite seconds are from 0:30 to 0:40. They make me shiver, they make me dream, and I feel so relieved then. Hell, this man is great.
Then: Paul Cardall.
I listen to his music a bit longer now, and even if I am angry and full of rage.. After listening to his songs, I feel so calm and dreamy. It also makes me sad to l
The Boston Street BombingsI've seen a lot of bloodshed in all of
My day's,but nothing like this,so much
Blood,everywhere,on everything,tears
Are shed by millions everywhere,wondering
If the chaos will ever end,it seemed like months,
But it was only days, endless screams in my head,
People screaming ''why?'', ''why me?'' ,tears and blood
Drowning the streets,I can still hear the paramedics
Assuring everyone,it'll be ok,but from that day on,
            I sill have the nightmares,wondering,is it real?
Hello I'm not, Mr. Ed 
 
 
 
万 斯
CRAZY LIFE/Tribute to my friends, family, and fansHi. I'm Eric. You may know me as AlphaXeroAOTU. I was born in Santa Monica, California. I have a pretty normal life for a person my age. There are some ups and downs but, that is normal. I have been going through some stress. I seem to like the dark more than a ''scene kid'' should. I currently make Youtube videos and I'm a part of the ''Smosh Games Alliance''. I am known as a funny guy but, behind the smiles and the laughter, is darkness. I suffer from ADD which makes my life ten times harder. Its friends like you that make my life worth living. Its friends like you that make me remember that death is not an option.
                                       
                                                                                                   Your Friend,
                                                                                                     AlphaXero :)
Devious Journal EntryAmerica had not really been to concerned about his younger brother, not even when in war did he worry to much as he already knew North America was 'safe' from the Germany and his evil Hitler. But it was one mourning shortly after Canada went onto the battle field without telling any of the Allies that he was doing so, America had been alerted by the ring of the paper boys bicycle that the post had come by. He was still enjoying his early coffee and seemed to be startled by the sound of the high pitch ring that sprang out towards him and very well could have made him deaf. He jumped out of white painted wooden chair he was sitting, and took chase to see what was the ruckus about, he hoped it was not another letter from one of his states asking for more money. But when he reached and opened the beautifully styled door of his home he was met with a stack of brown, dust stained envelopes with a rough looking hand drawn  address that was his and a stamp of a maple leaf, 'Canada bro,' w
The Hall'sWalking through the halls,hopeing that I don't get noticed,
By you,by your friends,so nervous,trying so hard not to show
It,but it forces me to blush,I see you,I start to turn around,but
So do you,''Hey!'' You said,trying so hard not to blush,but I just
Can't help myself,I turn back around and say,''Hey! I haven't seen
You around lately. Where have you been?'' We laugh and it was clear
We both were thinking the same thing,but instead of saying something
You say ''well I got to get to class, see you later'' feeling so much better
I am relieved of my stress and continue on to class
love story (reality)Snow fall's from the sky and into you hair
As you look up at me smiling
I look back at you and smile and say
''I love you''and your smile gets bigger and bigger
And your eyes sparkle and shine
As you say ''really? You mean It?''
And I say ''yea ... I guess I do''
   
                                                                     Where will this story go?
                                                                         Leave a comment
                                                                            And tell me what
                                                                              What you think
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Anunciando los nuevos Seniors!

Este artículo es el primero de una serie de artículos en el deviant’s Appreciation Day, hoy 17 de Septiembre. Y en esta oportunidad la Staff $fourteenthstar anuncia los nuevos Seniors de este mes en deviantART.

¿Qué es un Senior member? Es una persona en deviantART reconocida por el equipo administrador por su positiva contribución a la comunidad, obteniendo parte pero no todos los beneficios de ser un subscrito.

¿Donde puedo ver la lista completa de los Seniors members? Te recomendamos visites #deviantARTcommunity ...

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A continuación la lista de los nuevos seniors y una pequeña muestra de su trabajo, visitalos y dales mucho amor! :boogie:



        

`adnrey


        Male/Ukraine





        

`anaRasha


        Female/Saudi Arabia





        

`Anathematixs


        Female/Netherlands





        

`AutumnsGoddess


        Female/United States





        

`azurylipfe


        Female/Belgium





        

`Dianae


        Female/France





        

`Foxfires


        Female/United States





        

`fensterer


        Male/United States





        

`JohndeLano


        Male/Netherlands





        

`OchreJelly







        

`Rachzee


        Female/United States





        

`thienbao


        Male/United States





        

`cocinando-colores







        

`Eireen


        Female/France





        

!shyble


        Female/United States



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`Fredy3D


        Male/Germany





        

`jjean21


        Female/United States





        

`Adelaida


        Female/Poland





        

`anachsunamon


        Female/Poland





        

`Flingling


        Female/Sweden





        

`vhm-Alex


        Male/United States



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`caddman


        Male/South Georgia and the SS Islands





        

`Pelicanh


        Male/United States



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`Resaturatez


        Female/United States




        

`Caektiems


        Male/United Kingdom





        

!poprocksandcharlotte


        Female/Australia



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`GaioumonBatou


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`Amberlouie


        Female/Australia



Good Morning, WorldThere’s noise – lots of it – and my ears strain to hear the excited shrieks. I roll over, groaning as the sheets knot against my body. An illuminated 7 AM greets me and I turn around, as if refusing to acknowledge the passage of time.

‘It’s Sunday.’ The words vibrate against the walls. My heart thumps. I can feel a patch of my skin warming from the sunlight screaming through my window.
‘Sunday, Sunday.’ His little feet patter down the hallway and I can hear his fingertips grazing the wall as he goes.
‘Sara.’
‘Yes?’ I lift my head to see his eyes level with mine. He’s jumpin ShiverAn earthquake rolls across her skin
as green curtains reserve a space
for construction -
he looks at splattered bed sheets
and cradles a small shiver.

He inhales, holds the breath. Hands
calloused by supermarket boxes grip
the railing. Cord of blood and sweat
fused into life is taken into other,
more precise palms.

A hand on his shoulder whirls
him around - birth is burdened
into his arms. Black curls smell sweet.
He feels her hand envelope his as he
leans forward to kiss the wailing temple
turned an angry shade of red. She's
whisked away - to wash and dry.

A statue of bones -
becomes a colossal collapse. Sand and CementShe dreamt in the morning, the bed half empty with the sheets harnessing her body. In the dream there was only a street corner, the rest of the street a white mass, yet to be sketched. Her face wasn’t her own, but she could feel each tendon move and the sensation follow. The bicycle rested against her thigh, a replica of the one her dad bought back in ’87. She ran a hand through the two-tone streamers as she waited for the newspapers, and turned her face just as the wind smoothed by. In the white basket laid a baby wrapped in newspaper, its face woven red, but when she tried to pick the newborn up, her arms changed. They merged to t

        

`PunknEra


        Female/Canada



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`Laurence55


        Male/United States



Tanka Series1.

dry leaves-
I remember
the perfect spiral
of my worn
pigskin

2.

asking her out
by email
I proofread every word
then-
delete

3.

flipping
to the free space
in my journal-
but how can five lines
hold autumn dusk?

4.

sorority bake sale
the girl I dumped
last year
serves me
a cold brownie

5.

Thanksgiving-
above the
dinner prayer
the howl
of a stray dog

6.

fall carnival
the tarot woman's hand
warm
against my own

7.

even in the cool
of night air
the rose
climbing
her ankle Skin DeepShould we pity the poor young pelican?
Red in the face
a balding sequence of ambivalent metaphors

This is a strange fragility.
A comic evanescence
of stocking feet
all laughter and wonder

You hear this alot
no gleaming cup
for the non-technical among us

How come?

It’s all narrative really.
A false swan wedged between
multi-millionaire pretty boys.

I’m having second thoughts…

They have declared war
on sexual ardor.
It is a very simple game.
Such violence is tribal

With so much ugliness,
when will you ever get a chance
to do something personal?

We’re not going to the moon now.
I am a child again,
the Spring Bash Haiku-Thon 2008March 1st

tiger paws-
cumulus clouds
on the move

March 2nd

wind chimes-
uncle Ronnie's dentures
in the glass

March 3rd

crosstalk
the neighbor slips
into our phone sex

March 4th

instantly
the barn owl's face-
spring dusk

March 5th

first light-
a pond skimmer ferries
its reflection

March 6th

meeting  her eyes  spring rain

March 7th

bulging moon
a toad muscles free
from earth

March 8th

warrior code
the old dog leaves
to die

March 9th

fist fight
the cat pummels
an old boot

March 10th

spring mountain-
my fingers reach
into heaven

March 11th

pouring rain...
he finally
comes clean

March 12th

cloudless dawn-



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2 Comments
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~Ztocker Sep 18, 2008
Que son los Seniors??? JAJAAJA :rofl: En serio.. no lo se! JAJAAJA

:peace:8-)
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~JGaara Sep 17, 2008
`Anathematixs es excelente
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