|Part of an exclusive series of hand-painted hen eggs by me of my own designs that are only 2 1/2" tall.|
VoicesDisjointed doppler from my mind,Voices by jade-pandora
swirling vid clips behind eyes seeking
to connect with fatherless sounds long ago;
are any of them mine, or orphaned dreams.
The haunting cacophony of voices I hear
from all directions, like thunder
calling my name; endless rain
touching my soul as it starts to unfold,
seeing no peace
for as long as it needs to be told:
Put out your cigarette.
Get out of the car!
Please, get off me.
I can't breathe... I can't breathe...
They were so nice to me.
I almost changed my mind.
We forgive him.
(True) Halo(True) Halo by jade-pandora
It's what angels wear,
this crown of thorns, to keep them
grounded to the earth
instead of wings, lifting them
out of reach from their calling.
At least, stay near me.
Trade with me your crown of storms
and your thread-bare clothes,
revealing neither boy nor girl,
to be your guardian one.
InterventionEvery corner is swept clear, bathedIntervention by jade-pandora
in new light cutting through the air
with her purpose, as heavy drapes come down.
As a labor of love, she holds a candle
against the darkness, casting its long shadows
from his burdened soul.
The old waste, leaning walls are torn down.
She renovates each space with broad strokes
of her sunny beams.
To prepare the heart with compassion and grace;
a work of art takes form, where once was
an empty place, a fine house is open to receive.
Unwavering, the truth guides him to the edge,
pushing with divine intention, she will
catch him as he falls, to welcome him home.
Between the linesThe slow devouring of quicksand seepageBetween the lines by jade-pandora
through an hourglass of myself,
like romanticizing how Livingstone died
when it was actually long, and terrible.
This never changes, as I will never change,
even as the costly waste challenges
its chaste casting, and the extoller of
your emphatic approximations as my lover,
long after my fate has pulled yours asunder.
SongbirdShe was blind, but could seeSongbird by jade-pandora
everything. Nothing held back
the girl with moonbeams for eyes,
feeling the gardens she walked,
through dozing dewdrop buds,
and stepping from tangerine
puddle to tangerine puddle,
rippling away rain clouds from
the sky at her feet, as she shook
constellations from her hair,
while birds sang from her throat.
AbandonedThe stuff of stars never settles;Abandoned by jade-pandora
coming together, then pulling asunder
to drift, to join the ever-quickening race
towards obscurity while being observed.
I walk through cavernous concrete
pathways between skyscrapers,
standing abreast against their self-made
micro-climate, trying to confuse the wind
in my own obscurity, passing
through me like a mental sieve
made of atoms that out-number the
dark matter of abandoned eons.
whalesYou turned to the east, awaywhales by jade-pandora
from where our sun always sets...
it hasn't even been a day, and yet
it began before you left
the ocean stealthily crept
and everything submerged-
where we last made love
became a coral reef,
and memories of
the sounds of our passion
like the bird calls of whales
now half a world away...
and it hasn't even been a day.
Time Noircity lights - sparks that fly off asphaltTime Noir by jade-pandora
of midsummer heat and humidity
after a third shower for the day,
I huddle in the open doorway
of a deli, partially hidden under
the striped awning, a neon sign
flickers in the display window,
the smell of warm pastrami on rye
entices passers-by to come in-
that's New York City for you;
the bustle of pedestrians racing
always against the signals, until
a cloudburst makes people gather,
temporary acquaintances in
every doorway while it comes down,
most will filter into the shop for
coffee and a blintz, or egg salad-
the street eerily bare at this moment
until a taxi pulls up and there you are,
wearing a summer trench that
falls open and collapses from the
vortex of your rush to get in-
hardly breathing, I watch in secret
as you bend low, rain beads from the
passing storm shimmer and hold fast
in your impeccably groomed hair,
I have the urge to join you, and
start to cross towards the curb
when a cop rushes up asking,
do I know what time it is-
progress reportthe astronauts never returned and neither did the newsprogress report by ghostinafog
in my hands i fold a megalithic pigeon
the take-home message is: the cosmos is a cold dead bitch
as you sleep under magazines, waiting for nothing.
in the shackles of a sterilized den, there's an actual
mastodon heart, pale and glassy pink, icy film
tightened like a fist; - and the scientists despair:
it's the morning of the opening,
then the few slashes of paralyzing waves.
like a sign we'd make when we were younger, a way to disarm
a bandit, or a preacher
or the oncoming horde of space invaders.
but the drawings you sent to venus never returned,
and now the crack,
and the scientists at a loss before the angered public.
they release a report that states that the floodgates opened
by themselves, that the valves erode
like the chalky sand that will swirl and hiss
Monday MusesMonday Muses by Riemea
Welcome to our activity on Mondays - Monday Muses!
It's all about the artists and artworks that inspire you!
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!
If you want the feature to be a surprise for the deviant(s) you suggested, please leave away the '@' or :dev: when typing the username (and post links to artworks instead of thumbs), th
Meet the Admins: Alternate Selfies MemeHi everyone, and welcome again to our tWR interviews! This time, to celebrate summer and our general awesomeness, we are doing an admins-only couple of interviews. This first time we feature...Meet the Admins: Alternate Selfies Meme by TheMaidenInBlack
SilverInkblot's very own "Alternate Selfies Meme", which you can find in its original form here:
That we were all tagged on sometime in the recent past.
Admins will also be answering some, both serious and less serious, interview questions in a soon-to-come article that we hope you'll participate in! We also hope you enjoy this one, leave us a comment to let us know how crazy you think we are, or to link us to your own Alternate Selfies meme journal. Fun is to be shared
The Alternate Selfies of Evil
Quoting Lauren, "I see those long Q&A lists floating around all the time, and they're boring. They all ask roughly the same questions over and over, so I don't tend to do many. But it got me thinking - how I ca
Days of August MajestyBehold, it is time for another feature! As always, I feature works which have under 300 faves, with two exceptions I couldn't resist, can you guess them? The last two works are literature, an especially unappreciated category, so please have a look! Enjoy, and have a blessed day!! -DebraDays of August Majesty by rhunel
Hagia Sopia I by ozanmania The Forest Spirit by Sturmideenkind Lament For The Living by MJWilliam Abdy and the magic lamp. by GreenViggen Left Alone Among the Living by lonelyplanetgirl Archangel Gabriel by IosifChezan Elspeth by IgorKieryluk Unicorn Samurai by AndyHep To Battle Rome by lanista8 Heaven's Spear by MCKrauss Panacea by cosmosue Broken Pieces by JenniSjoberg
#DeviantArtistQuestionnaire!DA is going through its teenager years! how scary is that thought? If only because of the fact that OMG, DeviantArt has been around longer than some of its current users have been alive for.#DeviantArtistQuestionnaire! by TheMaidenInBlack
I have been on this site for more than six years, it will be seven in November, and goddammit DA you've given me so much. thank you and happy birthday, here's to many other successful ones. Through everything, you've always been the best place on the internet for me.
So what is going on?
To celebrate, you are all invited to join the staff and CVs in posting a questionnaire about your time on DA!
Here's the questions template:
How long have you been on DeviantArt?
What does your username mean?
Describe yourself in three words.
Are you left or right handed?
What was your first deviation?
What is your favourite type of art to create?
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
What was your first favourite?
What type of art do y
Here now are some of my favourite Daily Deviations over the latest recent weeks:
The Death that is Left BehindI.
the layers laid,
alone is a man who scrapes
outward. He is
like the child fallen
down a deep well, who
sees the way is up and yet
scratches stone walls
instead--the flesh of
fingers giving way, symbolizing
a waning vivacity sealed
in the center of his diamond-hard
Sound is a physic; music, a friction--
white hot motion to motionless
souls. It is pain and heat, terrible
and beautiful, healing, and the death
that is left behind.
rise and rage
with a new year
untamed and glorious,
pulling the years together
with a snap of your fingers.
but some days you are languid,
stretching like the summer dusting
of freckles along your forearms, the
slumberous strands of hair shuttering
your sky-eyes from the morning light.
on these days, I think the earth spins
slower and the birds sing a little
quieter. on these days, I look
at you and I think:
Please use hashtag #DDHighlights so your journal can be found. You may choose to feature deviations from all categories, or you can focus your journals on a specific category such as Photography, Fan Art, Manga/Anime or whatever suits you! This is a very open project in which creativity in the way you choose to highlight Daily Deviations is welcome and encouraged!
Tagging is not mandatory, but it is fun. I tag: betwixtthepages, hopeburnsblue, nightshade-keyblade, BlackBowfin, shep4life
"They tend to confirm one in one's own conceit -- unless they praise what you yourself don't like. Also, they make you self-conscious about your virtues -- just as when you praise a child for some natural charm. Also, they create an underground opposition: applause is the beginning of abuse. Also, they deprive you of your own anarchic liberties -- by electing you into the government. Also, they separate you from your devil, which hates being observed and only works happily incognito."
--from Ted Hughes to Anne Sexton, 1967
Hi, hon! As part of BloodshotInk's Review Competition, I'm going to be reviewing you--as an artist--here in the comments!
"jade-pandora is a true haijin master with a flair for mixing the sensuality of an intimate relationship with the subtle romance of unbridled, untamed nature. The amount of imagery begot from just three lines is enough to keep readers enchanted. With a keen eye for detail and creative phrasing, jade-pandora's gallery is sure to keep you coming back for more!"
Actually, it was a prompt that I got to give him for my catching his 25,000 kiriban: "Don't wish the dead back to life.". It was a true challenge and the piece he wrote in response inspired me to give it a special spot all its own here on my page. Please enjoy, and visit neonxaos with some love.
SkyriseThe land is flaming,
a poem written for & given to me by my lovely friend poetries ...
with the abandon
of a gypsy,
the golden bells
on your wrists
jingle and ring,
jingle and sing
a resounding hymn,
one that draws my feet
teaching me to dance
with the abandon
of a gypsy.