Make a Difference #183 by ^3wyl on deviantART

Make a Difference #183

by ^3wyl, Nov 11, 2012, 2:09:04 PM
Journals / Culture / Art Features

Artists join deviantART to share their art and appreciate others. Due to the many artists out there, it's easy to get towed under and generally obscured from the public.

Make a Difference aims to do exactly that. This series of articles will hopefully make a difference to you as well as the artists featured weekly. Just by giving one minute of your time to write constructive comments, favourites and even watches will make a difference to these artists.

photographs are fascinating! Not only are they all so wonderfully coloured and profound in their own individual way, the subject matters are captured in an amazing perspective too.

~Nitrok's Gallery

's poetry is evocative from the brilliant use of rhythm and rhyme. Concepts are conveyed to us with profound imagery, making the meaning of the poem powerful indeed.

Walls of AshWalls feel like ash,
tattered and torn.
Dead leaves drifting away,
leaving naught to morn.

Rain washes away broken shards
revealing hidden truths of lie.
Breathing life into dry death,
past torments becoming shy.

The tower blown over
by whispering winds,
giving sight to new life--
allowing the old to end. ~ An extract from Walls of Ash
"Rain washes away broken shards
revealing hidden truths of lie.
Breathing life into dry death,
past torments becoming shy."

Youth's HiccupThe days of youth have absconded
into the folds of forgotten memory.
Times when ignorance was bliss
Incompatible innocence - only temporary.

The chapters continue to write themselves,
never-ceasing in their progression.
Stars faded into broken shards
as age summoned its restriction.

Responsibility--
Tying down diamond-eyed children
into burdened and weary adults
where giggles with smiles are hidden.

The days of youth have long departed
where may have abused the tender-hearted.
The beauty of youth had a hiccup
when we believed we wanted to grow up. ~ An extract from Youth's Hiccup
"The chapters continue to write themselves,
never-ceasing in their progression.
Stars faded into broken shards
as age summoned its restriction."

Summer NightsThe stars above dazzling and whirling,
as we play our insignificant games
The summer nights where our memories
soon take form and create hidden names

The things we created became so near
We sought to grasp at the moonlight
Our shadows dancing along with us
Maybe we will find dreams tonight

Let's forget the past of winter's words
and find the radiant truth of summer's song
To discover hidden realms of our desire
as we get caught up in the swaying throng

This is merely the beginning of the end
Time to seek the beauty of fleeting moments
Like the shooting stars flashing before us
we surround each other in passionate descents

Purs ~ An extract from Summer Nights
"Let's forget the past of winter's words
and find the radiant truth of summer's song
To discover hidden realms of our desire
as we get caught up in the swaying throng"

~Extranzia's Gallery

colourful pieces burst to life, especially with the motion illustrated so well. There is a lovely variety with the characters, stories and more so if you have time, feel free to give some feedback as there is barely any!

~JIRAKUN's Gallery

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