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Jan FinleyI was born in Seattle, raised in Seattle, and will die in Seattle. My father is a retired priest at St. David's Episcopal Church. He raised me to be a good Christian girl, but it didn't stop me from getting into some trouble. When I was fourteen I met a boy named Derick. He was sixteen and confident, which made him sexy despite his acne and twiggy build. He popped my cherry in Mineral Springs Park, after I let him beat me at Frisbee golf. It was an uncommonly sunny day in March, and a kiss by the oak tree led to a rushed and unsatisfying introduction to the wonderful world of sex.
Six weeks later, I noticed my period was late. I told Derick and he fled the scene, literally. He moved to Portland to live with his dad. I envied him the option. My mother died in a car accident when I was six. My father sometimes wonders if he had re-married whether or not I would have ended up in the predicament I did. I always tell him what ifs are pointless. If I didn't get pregnant, it would have been s
Suggestion: Welcome to DeviantARTIntroduction: Something that I feel has been lacking on dA is an official welcome message for new deviants. There are several visual suggestions for helping new deviants find their way around, but sometimes just a few links in an email will do the trick. Below is one proposed version for how this email could be worded. I suggest it be sent to every new account, regardless of whether the user's email is already in use on another account.
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b. 1954He was born to Elvis' first dreamy hit
& a mother who preferred it to the soft
thumpthump heartbeat of her infant.
He was born to a world suffering
the high-pitched paranoia of racism,
the tight lows of war ad nauseam,
the slow slaps of McCarthyism.
He was born to a family familiar
with the thrilling thwack of ringed
fingers on flesh, to a father
who fled the frenzy in favor
of that mellow bass at death.
He was born the first son
and assumed the lead, progressed
from child to man at percussive speed;
Papa was a father long before me.
But seventeen brought new birth:
old guitar instilled young hands with worth.
Those first strings were steel teachers;
they taught him that blood forces to life
Born to the timbre of darkness meeting light,
to the cadence of right versus might --
my father survived jittery discord,
and unwound the melodies only a heart
like his could have found.
Weavethere are people who give in
for lack of a feistier fight
people living to ultimately
dig their own graves
and lay down quietly
and you look at them in pity
look at them in sympathy
look at them and say
what a tragedy
if only they had held on a little longer
tried just a little harder
and that's the ugly irony
how many times have you watched someone slip
witnessed their ebbing
heard that shovel kissing dirt
of despair against hope
how many times
have you pitied the pitiful
instead of rescuing the salvageable
how many times have you wondered
what does she need
what words precede
and said nothing
and i am preaching with no right
'cuz my eyes are guilty as anyone's
of seeing a world thrashed by the tide
and here i am
secure on the beach
life preserver safely stashed
here is my fist
here is my mind
the want of a thing"the want of a thing is always more beautiful than the thing itself."
- from cyclic motion by CyneNoir
He will always be the log
prostrated across the rocky river bed -
skeleton of a microcosmic world
I imagined him a sapling,
youth sprouting from supple branches,
roots gladly reaching for secrets
in the soil; I imagined him alive -
but he is no more than the log,
lain slant along the water's lonely line
awaiting the severity of the seasons
Beginners Guide to Starting GroupsI often see groups fail before they have a chance to get seen, even if that group had a good idea. This is frequently because the founder (and possibly other admin) doesn’t know how to set up a group and get it noticed. I've put together this guide to help admins with this task. It may seem difficult, but from my own experience I found that this is one of the best parts of being an admin. There's always something to do and it can keep you entertained. Please note that this guide is subject to change if suggestions are made or DeviantART comes out with a new feature.
First off, if you want your group to get noticed you have to put some time and effort into it, especially in the beginning. If you only feel like spending ten minutes a day on doing things for your group, then it's best
not to start one at all. Whenever I start a group, I try to put in at least two hours a day. This may seem excessive, but like I said, there's always something to do.
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More