SunriseIt was morning, early. The sun had yet to appear through the gently swaying branches of the dark forest looming at the edge of the backyard. I saw him through the sliding door, leaning against the wooden porch railing, arms crossed, staring at the grain in the wood. Curious, I walked quietly to the door and watched the gentle breeze ruffle his brown hair while creating silent waves across his clothes. Without a sound I slid the glass door open and stepped out. Turning around quickly, I quietly closed the door. The breeze brushed my face and arms with tendrils of cold. &nbSunrise
FlowI Am Just a Jar of ClayAnd there upon my perch I spy a shard, Lying on the ground Half hidden from my view By a thousand others. I must have it. Whether it completes my form or not, I must have it. Reaching out For the piece I cannot live without, I reach too far And slip off the edge. Gravity Is an unforgiving taskmaster. I lay Broken But not shattered. New veins, Scars of my recent downfall, Join old cracks, Vestiges of previous failures. How many times can I break And not shatter? Crumbs of the shell I am Litter thI Am Just a Jar of Clay
dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues
Trapdoors
Suffering
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