It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards.
In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out
They are identical twins.
They know of each other.
They live in different worlds.
One lives on earth. The other with the gods and goddesses.
They can only see each other at the ocean when the full moon is going down.
The one on earth keeps the other grounded.
The other in the heavens lets the other fly the sky.
They are both named Gemini.
:rose: Copy written to Lynette Petrie
Ten Little Deviants
Ten little deviants, all online,
One went invisible, and then there were nine.
Nine little deviants, staying up very late,
One missed a deadline, and then there were eight.
Eight little deviants, cosplaying as Britain,
One found a new fandom, and then there were seven.
Seven little deviants, writing about the River Styx,
One got published, and then there were six.
Six little deviants, having trouble with their hard-drive,
One crashed, and then there were five.
Five little deviants, looking for more,
One got himself banned, and then there were four.
Four little deviants, asking for points you see,
One got a Premium M
you have seven days to live. by littleblueraccoon, literature
Literature
you have seven days to live.
1.the news doesn't hurt:
it's his eyes that hurt you,
the glimmer of his past
creeping in just like
his father used to creep in
at three a.m.
with a sin on his mind
and rage on his hands.
he waits for you to react,
but you don't
because he's suddenly seven again,
hiding bruises
while mommy cries
in a ball on the couch.
2.you think time
is a funny thing.
people talk about it
like it is an object:
"I need more time," they say,
like they will go to the store later
and buy more.
but you know that time
is more like an ocean wave,
with an endless
pounding that continues
long after we greet the dirt,
and we want more time,
but time doesn't want
You murdered two children
with your bare hands
and thanked God
that He saved you
from getting the death penalty,
bloody hands and all
I saved two children
from a burning fire
and hate the God
I no longer believe in
for burning my skin,
and with it my faith
It seems God
works in mysterious ways,
or maybe,
he doesn't work at all.
This is my phone,
there's many like it, but this one is mine,
my phone is my best friend, it is my life,
I must master it as I master my life.
Without me it is useless, without my phone I am useless
I will dial my phone true
I must text faster than my brethren
who is trying to contact me, I must text them before they text me....I will.
My phone and myself know what counts in society is not the data we receive
Not the tweets we get,
The reblogs on tumblr, nor the likes on facebook.
Knowing the message is sent that counts.
We will send
My phone is human, even as I, because it is my life
Thus I learn it as a brother, learn its glitches, t
[Disclaimer, please read the description before you read this poem, it shows how you're supposed to read this piece, thank you]
We log on-check-check-check-checking over FaceBook-
Click-click-click-click-clinkin' all the updates-
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again)
This is the new society
ten-fifty-seventy-ninety-over hundred friends online
three-twenty two-hundred nine the month before
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again)
This is the new society
Block-block-block-block-all of the pornography
(Scroll-scroll-scroll-scroll-scrolling on the blogs again);
Minds-minds-minds
If I Could Send Post-It Notes Back in Time by QuirkyCuriousBex, literature
Literature
If I Could Send Post-It Notes Back in Time
i.
No matter how many times the world
says to “be yourself”
it will never accept you
when you are.
ii.
You’re on your own. Always.
iii.
Admit to yourself that you lie.
You don’t have to make it
a point of conversation with others
because most will not understand
nor love you regardless,
even though they do it too,
but admitting it to yourself
opens the door for growth and that
is very important.
iv.
There will be a boy who you find
sitting next to you in a library one day
and he’ll eventually ask you to do something.
Say no.
v.
The road to hell may be paved with good intentions
but remember
Let me tell you this:
The only thing that I could ever fear,
Is their freedom.
Because when they discover,
That they have inside them,
The purpose, power and strength,
To be anything that they choose.
Our lies and our lives,
Will simply be over...
Now repeat after me:
To go against the Chantry,
Is to go against God.
“Is there something terribly wrong with me?”
I sigh and look up from my book. In the evening light my grandmother stares back at me, utterly unaware that it’s the third time she’s asked in as many minutes. Complex maps of wrinkles frame her wide eyes, each crease charting the grief, joy and laughter of a lifetime she is slowly forgetting. I look at her and I remember the wit and spark that used to punctuate her speech. I remember the way she used to strike up a conversation with anyone, anywhere; how she’d find wonder in the simplicity of everyday life. Her curiosity, her sense of adventure, her love of the worl