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a small tidbit of a personal pieceprompt: talk about a place you love, conveying your peace with it without outright saying that you love it.
I have three lamps in my room, and two of them are hardly very bright. Both sort of cast everything (except for the cluttered corners) into a soft glow. The other only works when it's dark outside and the other lights are off. It throws everything into a blue-ish glow and somehow makes it feel like a place faeries would escape to.
The bookshelf is small, but it's enough to fit my favourite books and memories. The walls and ceiling are painted blue and green and are covered in posters and art and doodles so I can't see enough of the colours to regret the crappy decorating job I did as a kid. My blankets are soft enough for my cat to sit on and he smells like sugar cookies and looks like home so I'm happy if he is. The desk is covered in marker that bled through my paper and paint that I couldn't get to stay on the page.
Sometimes it's sil
The SunflowerMy grandpa had a garden
It was the most magical thing I had ever known
And is probably the reason I love nature so much now
When I was little, he would take me outside to his fields, where rows of beautiful flowers, plump tomatoes, and so much more were planted in straight rows. Behind that was a green patch where an Indian tribe had made their home for what seemed like a very, very long time. We found arrow heads scattered almost everywhere, and even the occasional bone or two. Nearly all of my childhood memories resided in his yard. Well, either there or his kitchen. But thats a different story
I remember going to the store with him, hand in hand. We picked out seeds for the years crops. He would get the seeds packs he needed, and I got the seeds packs that had pictures I didn't know, because "I wanted to see every plant that ever existed." My words exactly. My grandpa would laugh and tell me there was way to many plants for that kind of dream, but I still wanted to try. I had always
Weekly DiaryWeekly Update
As the "Project Introduction" suggests, I will participate at my level best to stay active on this website. And as I was previously thinking, what better way to do that than to post a written entry each week, reflecting on happenings.
Well, what else is there over drawing something?
Continuing from last week, I’ve been able to notice several facts on this continent and actually living here. I think the beach is an absolute stunning view and I am passionate in this warm weather all year around. However, I feel out of my element. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been raised up north or perhaps it’s because I have no family here. I have my doubts that the second reason involves this thought but I am not believing this area to be a suitable settlement for me in the future. I really think Lee is feeling the same way, being so out of her element here. But being in such a relaxing area is a fantastic place
dos.Was bisher geschah? Fassen wir einmal die Ereignisse zusammen. Schön der Reihe nach. Das ist die Geschichte von Julia Jubel und Grosha Griesgram. Julia Jubel hiess Julia zum Vornamen, weil sie so schön war und Jubel zum Nachnamen, weil alle in Jubel ausbrachen wegen ihrer Schönheit. Grosha Griesgram hiess zum Vornamen Grosha; dies war eigentlich ein Fehler, denn es war der Nachname seiner Eltern. Da er aber den Nachnamen seiner Familie schon im Vornamen verbraucht hatte, musste ein neuer Nachname her. Und da er seiner angebeteten Julia so viel Gram bereitete, wurde er Griesgram genannt. Er war ein erbitterter Verfechter einer verlorenen Welt.
Der Held verreist mit der Angebeteten für kurze Zeit – zwei Tage und zwei Nächte – in einen Winterferienort. Es ist das Paradies für ihn, wenn er sie vierundzwanzig Stunden am Tag um sich herum flattern haben kann. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt weiss sie allerdings noch nichts von seinen Gefühlen; es ist aber m
Love for ColdPlayWhen I first heard Coldplay, I was with my sister. She had been listening to her new favorite radio station for hours while she played with her dolls. We were both 11 at the time. Having different moms, our birthdays were in the same year, I didn't care. We were 100% related as far as anyone cared. The DJ at the time announced the song. Clocks, by Coldplay. The song started and I put down my notepad in interest. It was an amazing song, calming, gentle. After it ended, I got out of bed, where I had been writing. I went to moms room, asking to use the computer. After a few minutes I carried the laptop back to Me and my sister's room. I looked up the song, downloading it to the computer for future listening. Then, I proceeded to look at what kind of band Coldplay was, and what songs they made. Since that day, Coldplay has been one of my favorite bands. 'Clocks' continue to be one of my favorite songs by them. Although I do listen to other bands, Coldplay is the one I listen to the most. I
Bawling BrawlYou're a bully. A pathetic nuisance like any other.
From an early age, you slammed me down,
and I didn't even realize that it was you doing it.
You were subtle and I wasn't being strong because I didn't have a reason to be.
I got sick of you fast. I refused you.
You don't deserve to be a part of my life.
And you think I'll forgive you?
No matter how many times you ask,
plead, beg, cry, whine, scream, and yell,
you will never be a part of me because
I am stronger than you,
I am wiser than you, and
I can play your game.
You want to kill me.
You hate me. Now?
I hate you.
I want you dead.
I choose to live.
I choose to fight.
I want you dead.
PancakesMy grandpa was a cook in the navy
Every morning when I was over, he would make me MnM pancakes from scratch. Yeah, they always got a little burnt, but that was fine. While he cooked, he told me stories of his days in the navy. I would sit on a little chair next to the griddle he used to make the pancakes, listening intently and eating the leftover MnMs. Every story made my laugh, and he would laugh with me. He could make every situation seem funny, and thats one thing I admired about him; he loved to make people laugh and did it easily. Then he would get the pancakes off the griddle and put them on my plate, pouring syrup on each one to look like a smiley face. He would watch me eat, asking how they tasted after each bite to make me giggle. After I was done, he lifted me up so I could reach the sink, washing the syrup off my face and off my plate. We then walked out to the garden, bringing the same little chair so I could watch him work. This went on for years.
But then my grandpa star
How did i get here? A Short Bio by MeHello, reader. So how was your search through DeviantART fueled by boredom and inspiration coming along. Well if you have a minute, i want to share something to you. If you don't have the time or just want to do something else, i understand completely. I’m always use to that for many years. So How Did I Get Here? Here’s part of my life story that i hope you might learn something from it.
So it all began with me as a baby knocking my head on a corner of table, leaving a strange mark on my head just like Harry Potter. It it was not magic like you read or seen on TV or in books. It’s like magic but it was Creativity that was sparked. Since then, i never stopped drawing or having fun with junk and clutter. From kindergarten to elementary school, i love drawing and creating things that came from my heart and soul. Some things that i encounter became so precious to me that i just kept it to me forever.
But there are some things in life that i’m not proud of. Creativit
I am meI am me. I am a girl with an adventurers heart, but I like being indoors. I am a girl that loves attention and always wants to be on stage. I am a strong person, but people beat me down. I am kind hearted, and always ready to help. I am a girl with pain, but I always smile. I am a girl that cries, and tries to be strong. I am a person who loves to listen to stories, but hates to read. I am random, but I make sense.
I am me for real. I may be random and weird but people love me for that. I may be weak, but my heart holds me as strong. I do feel pain but I get over it. I love adventure stories. I love helping people in need.
I am me and I am proud.
Profile: Jesse P.
Name: Jesse P.
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