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Digitally Delicious: April 10thRide it! by Brosa
Her by Apostolon-IAM
Alchemist Guy by RobotDelEspacio
egipska noc by bubug
Dancer by ArtofOkan
Vibrant River by Andybaileyart
Beautiful In White 21 by Amro0
Declan O'Dwyer by CBedford
Black is the Ace by Altalamatox
Thelxiepeia by Hollllow
sketch(Rocket for a poet) by Sylar113
Pumchan and company by PitiYindee
Sky Valkyrie by naturaljuice Sky Valkyrie by naturaljuice
Nolavon - commission by Feohria Nolavon - commission by Feohria
false gods protector by kir-tat false gods protector by kir-tat
psychoactive by uprising93 psychoactive by uprising93
Sunlight by IACG Sunlight by IACG
Red Dragon by gonzalokenny Red Dragon by gonzalokenny
Helios by yuchenghong
Digitally Delicious: Dec. 18thFaun magic by D8P
Of Ritual Madness and Ecstasy by Amdhuscias
Elara : Deer guardian by Sickbrush
Cowboy Bebop: Ed. Realism. by Shilesque
curled up by Yaphleen
Shipwreck by Igor-Grechany-Ostrov
Sparrow by Zetsuboushi
March of War: African Sunrise by daRoz
Minions by LiLaiRa
The great betrayal Warhammer by faroldjo
Knight's Tale by romann7
Himeji-jo by kanonyui
Last Lights by jcbarquet
Earth by JonHrubesch
Celebrating Diversity #47Enjoy some pieces from different genres, mediums and themes, in squares!
Tip and Ozma by Xamag Glass hollow bead, plated with copper. by copperrein Lucas by Adam-Nowak Hair Styling by 0bsessi0n Borderlands - Lilith by BOMBATTACK .: Senorita :. by GokhanKaraag make me real by merdiven6ndaki DDF 17 - Donkey Kong by pacman23 Whereabouts of God 5 by hikarishimoda Red Robot by JorgeMarquez Reach Out For My Soul by oO-Rein-Oo DDF 05 - King Boo by pacman23 Nymph Thing by MumblingIdiot Naga Warrior by ATArts
Mario Kart 8So, my friends and I got it this weekend. I literally did nothing else these past 2 days, just play, eat and sleep. In that order.
Playing Mario Kart with friends is always tons of fun...
But when one of these "supposed friends" hits you with an item:
But of course, when YOU are the one throwing items at your friends you're like
Then your friend keeps throwing items at you and you're like
But then retribution time always inevitably comes and you have your revenge
You're playing Grand Prix and the first race didn't go very well, but you think "Alright, time to get serious!"
You're on the final part of the 3rd lap and you're in 1st place! But then you hear a blue shell approaching.
You throw a red shell to a racer in front of you, and it hits a damn banana peel!
Why is this a DD?For a looong, long time these kind of comments used to bother me. Comments like "I don't get why this is a DD", "This shouldn't be a DD" or "I've seen far better works that deserve to be DDs more than this", etc. They always made me want to strangle the person saying it.
However my appreciation for these kind of comments has changed over the years and I've grown to even kinda like them I almost see them as compliments in disguise now. You see...
As we all know, what is art is different for everyone and as human beings, we're bound to disagree constantly about what we consider art. And that's ok. The same art is not for everyone. Some might appreciate certain pieces while others will hate them and others simply won't understand them. And that's ok. I see them as a reminder that we are different and we all see things differently.
I also believe art should cause a reaction on the viewer, be positive or negative, otherwise is something boring that is just there. So if a piece of art
WorthI balance the knife in my hand,
feeling the weight, gripping it tight.
Unworthy of life, unworthy of love:
is it worth continuing the fight?
Everything I think I know
is proven to be a lie.
I cut my finger on the edge;
with one more cut, I can die.
My life is unnatural, a deception,
and a farce worthy of satire.
I feel that my deeds will go unnoticed
in the long run when I retire.
I have left no lasting impression
on anyone who knows who I am.
I will leave as I came in to life:
slaughter given to a lamb.
A mess of red will be all that's left.
The air will escape my lungs.
I may smile the way my grandfather did.
I may be nothing more than a ladder's rung.
Once I'm gone, people won't have to care
or worry or fret about me anymore.
They won't have to think about me as good,
as bad, as a person, as a whore.
Do I die for the betterment of the world?
Do I die for selfish reasons unknown?
Do I take my life to fertilize a doomed planet,
which will become desolate and overgrown?
Whatever my rea
Streetlights, Not StarlightI make my wishes
on illuminated streets
under starless skies
painted an abysmal black.
Fraudulent counterfeit lamps
glow brighter than the real deal
as long as they stand
within arms' reach
and eyes' sight.
Whilst emitting their deceitful luminescence,
these too-good-to-be-true stars,
so close to us,
mask the glow of those they imitate
with the dazzling daze they produce,
and it sadly seems as though
most of us accept these fakes.
So, under starless skies
painted an abysmal black,
on falsely illuminated streets
is where I speak my wishes;
I wish I could see
those stifled stars again.
What do you wish for?
Secret."Do you want to know the secret to life?"
he taps his finger on his cigarette to drop the ash, he looks into your eyes, as thick smoke escapes his parted mouth.
you glance down at the table, his stare is piercing.
"embrace the possibility that you're not even here, that this is all a dream"
you keep your eye on him, as he leans in closer…
"now release the presumption that it's your dream."
He gets up and walks away, as you stay seated watching the smoke rise from the still lit cigarette in the ashtray.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Thrice DeniedIf you asked it of me;
I would take the stars,
and throw them to earth...
...so you could watch the cities burn.
I would paint the sky with blood;
and raze the mountains to dust...
...if you should so wish it.
I'll play God,
and like Peter, you can reject or accept.
While the rooster lies fallow;
and the incredulity shivers.
And yet, with all this destruction at my fingertips,
you ask me none of these things.
And I am left hanging from the universe by a thread frayed to the last filament.
Hanging onto existence by the mere proclamation of your love,
and the promise that I should fail...
...if only you would fall with me.
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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