|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
turning it onSafe. Surrunded by glowing lights and things.
so many amazingly talented people and the everfree people were so accommodating and everything was so much fun and everyone said so many nice things to me and when I got on the stage to introduce a band I got as far as "hi I'm will anderson" before the applause was so deafening you would have thought the beatles were on stage. It was so humbling.
I don't even know where to begin so I won't.
Back to work.
Turning back into a pumpkin.
seagullsI was sitting on the beach with Eleanor and we were staring at two seagulls a few feet away from us. They were staring at us, hoping for some of the potato chips we were eating.
"Stupid scavengers," Eleanor said.
I watched the birds, saying nothing for a minute. But then I said:
"They're noble birds of the sea, not stupid scavengers. Look at how beautifully they are colored, the same as the sand and the clouds in the sky. And look at how their beaks are made to stick deep into the sand to burrow for crabs. And look how elegantly they hold their position against the wind, and how they can fly for great distances across the open sea."
We stared at the birds.
"They are beautiful, dad."
"I know, Eleanor. It's a little sad."
"Well, Eleanor, it is because of humans that they are distracted from their noble, original purpose. And what of our original purpose? Are we so much different? Look at us, chasing after cars, money, power, fashion, position. How much different ar
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Keep in Touch!
A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More