-IXJe vis dans le suspens de ton souffle-IX by Ninefiftin
Déjà tout embarrassé
Et en suspens il y a aussi
L'urgence de vivre et le regret d'avoir si peu
Mais c'est décembre et on enterre mes questions
A grandes pelletées de bonheur universel
Ils pensent cadeaux ripaille paillettes - présent
Pendant que de toute ma nausée je demande
Que nous reste-t-il de demain
-VIIIL'on a pu croire le crabe-VIII by Ninefiftin
De ta chair.
Il se montre inexplicable sur ce transparent noir
Spectre des douleurs inconnues
A venir -
Que pouvons-nous faire
Quand l'angoisse qui affleure
A tes sourires mêmes
Résonne dans nos côtes ?
Nous voudrions agir, combattre...
De ce qui est nous
Ne peut te défendre.
Nos larmes ne sont que l'impuissance
De sinistres spectateurs ;
Et l'espoir même
Se compromet avec le diable.
Alors que nous reste-t-il, à nous, à part
Soudoyer Dieu ?
DA's New Look, 40 Brand Logos With Hidden MessagesTHOUGHTSDA's New Look, 40 Brand Logos With Hidden Messages by MARX77
So... the community's response to DeviantArt's revamped website,
especially the new logo was, as expected, fairly polarizing.
While some members, myself included, liked/loved the new look, others weren't
particularly impressed by it and found the redesign... "unnecessary".
But who am I to judge?
All I know is that I'm a proud member of the largest online art community in the world!!
In honor of DeviantArt's controversial rebranding,
I'd like to share with you a list of 40 logos of popular brands with hidden messages behind them.
Image by madebyoomph.co.uk
If you could describe dA's new brand logo in two sentences, how would you go about it?
Did you discover any additional subliminal messages, or top secret government codes
hidden in the logo tha
ID Picture by . Thank you
Thanks for your visit
"There's only one god every nation listens to. Music" MrYellow94
"In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit." Albert Schweitzer
Astral Projection - Voyage astral (+audio)(version francophone plus bas)
Reminder of the time passing;
Of the distances traveled,
The full moon stared down at me.
Opaque, milky white eye in my sky,
It shone its grey light on my hair,
Washed my soul in its midnight grace.
My skin tingled, caressed by its cold breath;
A shiver, a finger to my parted lips :
It bore its smell
Témoin du temps qui passe ;
Des distances parcourues,
La pleine lune m'observe d'en haut.
il opaque et laiteux dans mon ciel,
Elle fait briller sa lumière grise sur mes cheveux ;
Blanchit mon âme des grâces de sa nuit.
Caressée par son souffle froid, ma peau frémit ;
Un frisson, un doigt contre mes lèvres entrouvertes :
J'y respire son parfum
-SophieCT, march 2012
AncientPeople always say,
That young love never lasts.
They would tell me:
"You're too young to know its real"
"You don't have enough experience dating"
And I always replied,
"But what we have is different!"
Realizing I sounded like every other teenager,
Defending their young love as well.
One night, as I lay across her chest,
I looked up at my heart and asked:
"Are you ever worried?
About the rumors of young love?"
She smiled and told me,
"This isn't a young love,
it's an ancient one,
And I have loved you for centuries."
Of course I felt all warm,
and I knew that she was right.
What we have has never been a young love.
We loved each other before we were born.
Thin but warm.
Smells like milk and strawberries.
One love poem.
walking through stormsi. my mother always told me to stay inside when it stormed. i think this is why i used to always keep my door closed when i heard "i love you" like a forward thunder, a storm i was not ready to face. circumstance is a heavy tempest and it's dangerous to get caught beneath, but opening doors is the only way to see anything past the routine of oneself.
ii. people who are afraid of living should never be in charge of people who aren't. i grew up in the middle of a different kind of storm. i grew up and into a cloud of cigarette smoke, wafting the poison in my parents' mouths, so strong i could breathe it before they even spoke. i grew up with my hands tied by the people who promised they'd never keep me from reaching for a dream.
it had always been this way. the same hands that fed also suffocated. i grew out of my clothes, but i grew into a shell, a world of "don't ride your bike outside, alyssa, there are crimin
Inhuman We hadn't been humans since they took us from our homes, dragging us across a bullet soaked main street to the sound of government issued combat boots and savage cries.
For three weeks we were held in a glorified basement, fed sunlight through a small window high upon the filthy wall. Women wept over hollow children bathed in flickering electric lights and fat, buzzing flies.
But then the Doctor came and people started draining off the cracks on the floor. Suddenly, we were only ten and began developing a pavlovian response to the click of the door latch. I was the last to be taken, my stomach sewn onto my back and my stench crusted over layers of dead skin and miscellaneous fluids, M14s hurrying my shaky steps.
I was finally delivered into a dark room and strapped onto a padded chair. The harsh lights were turned on when he arrived, forcing wonky shapes to writhe beneath my eyelids. My eyes swam in boiling tides a