|Beautiful Life video|
|'To live isn't about the number of years we spend on this planet, it's about the number of lives we change along the way.|
I died for youYou never said you were proud.I died for you by Christianonfire7
Just shook your head in disappointment,
When I told you I wanted to become a Marine.
No hug good-bye, no shake of the hand.
Just stood there like stone, emotionless.
I wrote letters every day, some were shipped-
None were forgotten.
You never sent a reply, I didn't know if you took the time.
My weapon of war became my companion,
The chaos of battle became my escape.
From the constant torture of your neglect.
I gave my last breath for my brother,
The bullet to the chest seeped out this crimson.
The pain felt like relief to the aching in my heart.
My mind slowly began to unwind, relaxed in freedom.
Of the sacrifice of my life, one final chance to make
But in these long seconds left I wished you'd once said-
'I love you son, you always made me proud."
I died in peace; I died in grief.
I died for you.
Fear isFear is broken glass and shattered lenses.Fear is by Christianonfire7
Cockroaches crawling on darkened footpaths.
It is tripped over linens and wine stained on dresses.
Fear is two semi-trucks speeding on both sides in a downpour.
A wrong tug over a bridge of water, creepy noises coming from the shadows.
It is watching the love of your life slipping slowly away.
|Poetry of the past, 2010.|
Contest in need of Help Getting off the Ground!Amarantheans
I am about to tag a bunch of people to get involved in a big way!!!
Nesmaty asked in a journal, what people would like to get involved in a contest and what the ideas will be. Well back when I founded my group OurDreamsWillCome, I started batting around ideas with my sister and buddy CallMeFarGone and That1PersonYouForgot.
Now let me tell you what that plan is! There are so many different people with such great talents on dA and well I think it is high time we all get together for a big contest! This is the contest idea and for this to work we need buddies! I know alot of writers and artists that know each other, I want us to compete together on this one.
When I say artist I mean all forms of media, digital, traditional, photos, manipulations, even pixels!!! Also, when I say writers I mean poetry and literature.
We will use OurDreamsWillCome a collection place for all of the entries well caus
Pursuit of a Dreamtechgnotic
Leia em Português|
Trekking at Sunset
by MetaWorks, JoeyVazquez, sanjun
Felipe Cagno’s Long Journey to “The Lost Kids: Seeking Samarkang.”
Many deviants know well…
…“The Lost Kids: Seeking Samarkand”, the 200+ pages graphic novel written and created by Brazilian storyteller FelipeCagno.
What few know is the story of how it took him almost a decade to bring this story to the public between script re–writes, produc
I finished my photo project, check it outHere is the reddit postJustinDeRosa
or just simply on imgur http://imgur.com/gallery/hx5tV
too many to upload here at once
February Raffle Enters - Comment Below! :DHello everyone, Dana here! This is a quick journal so I can count how many of you guys would like to enter the feature raffle! Just comment below if you are interested and on February 1st (tomorrow) I will assign numbers and see who wins the feature! Any member can enter and I will mention members that have said before to me that they want to enter so they see this journal!ChristianOCs
:iconChristianonfire7: :iconLovelyLolipoptart: :icondarkredmaplesword:
Thanks everyone and good luck! ~ Dana, Co-Founder :iconArtworx88:
Biggest Feature Ever!UPDATE: The giveaway and the feature are closed now. It was a lot of fun and I was happy to see that some works that were featured here could really attract some more viewers to comment or to favorite. Hope you also liked this idea and I believe we achieved the goal: to create the biggest feature ever - together. Thank you!Unkopierbar
Here's the winner of the giveaway:
This journal entry is dedicated to all friends, watchers, and dA people - thank you all so much for your amazing support in 2014!
So ... As I was thinking of what I can do for you, I just came up with this crazy idea - let's see if it will work!
1) Post 1 - 5 of your best works from 2014 in the comments (link or thumbnail)!
I'll add your art to this journal then.
2) Fave this journal so people will see your ar
The Science Of Why Girls Are Attracted To Fire...The Science Of Why Girls Are Attracted To FirefightersFirefighting
From steamy guilty pleasure shows like “Chicago Fire” to countless calendars and posters, it’s clear that firefighters hold an important place in our society beyond being first responders.
While their job may be to put out flames, the very sight of these brave and able heroes ignites excitement in many a woman who crosses their path. What exactly is it about firefighters that puts our senses on high alarm?
What makes people attractive to the opposite sex often depends on hard numbers related to their dimensions. For example, researchers have found that men tend to most desire women who have a waist-to-hip ratio of about 70%, because this was traditionally seen as ideal for childbearing. Women, on the other hand, tend to find a man physically “ideal” when he has a shoulder-to-waist ratio of 161.8%. The heavy lifting and other upper body work that firefighters do tends to give them the type of body that
I am a third generation Austinite on my mother's side.
A seventh generation Texan from my mother's side.
And a fifth/sixth generation Texan from my father's side.
So I'm a born and raised Austin Texan chick.
Take that y'all.
My Photography account
What I stand for you ask?
Pro-life www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdOCwd… :thumb292250045:
Pro-power of Christ's love.
Pro- following in Jesus steps.
Most important, don't misunderstand me for being
Sharing His love with others. Misunderstand that and you misunderstand me.
Any questions ask away, I won't bite.
My best and most dearest friends consist of
(My Surreal Express)
Friends worth calling friends.
Wanna read a bit more about my coming to dA and my art?
Here's a short interview I was honored to be apart of by 3wyl
Or are you interested in what others think about my art? Well than check out namenotrequired's News Article about my poetry
'Christianonfire7 is a lovely, kind hearted deviant with strong beliefs and a gallery filled with heart. Her poetry is beautiful and will bring the poet in you to the forefront; her photography is inventive and often catches a glimpse into a different world, a world we aren't all privy to. If one thing in her gallery doesn't inspire and awe you, keep looking--you're bound to find a reason to add Christianonfire7 to your watch list.'
-Written for her Review Competition features.'
DLD's I've gotten.
8-24-2010 DLD feature
The day dusk did not sleep
The day dusk did not sleep.
12-27-2012 DLD Feature
Pay it forward features by lacoterie
Pay it forward February 1st 2013
My sinI bow at His Throne,
Pay it forward March 4th 2013
These wordsI spit bullets and speak daggers.
Video of Gideon and me.
A sad tell.Sobs broke free
'...Put her down.'
Winter loveTwilight on the California beach,
the soft cry of seagulls fill the air.
Sand crabs dance beneath my feet,
as the low lure of the waves draw me in.
Hand gliding through the surf- flowing
with the strength of the deep- grasping
unto the tip of a feather.
That is when I remember you the most,
your frantic scream breaking me from my daydreams.
“Are you crazy lady? It is thirty degrees!”
Those words, they continue to run their course.
Stepping from the ocean, blackbird feather in hand,
I turn to look at you, to see that dumb founded gaze.
“You don’t know the half of it.” I laughed.
Winters are unlike summers, where
summers have flings, a couple months of
momentary kisses that never linger longer than
Winter however, brings less of a bitter sting.
or so I thought until you entered my life.
Your eyes were always in a bubble of adoration,
like a loyal dog gleaming up at his master.
You became my best friend, fingers entwined.
In time, we w
I don't think you realize how much you have changed in the past five years.
Let me take you back to the early summer of 08. You had everything you needed, you didn't want anything more (well maybe a pony, but you always wanted one of those.)
Your best friend was always just a paved street away, such a small defying line between true friendships. All it took was the desire to spend time with her and you could walk from your yard to hers in a matter of seconds. She was your best and truest friend. The first real friend you ever had, the first girl friend you could trust.
Don't worry dear, your tears are safe with me. Just let your mind go back to those joyous times. She was much like you, but still so very different. She was the edge of adventure that you never had before, and you two blended so beautifully. All things beautiful must first go through the fire. 08 isn't far enough, not when it really began in the fall of 02.
October 20th 2002. That was
Impossible LoveYou said it would work out- with a little patience,
then comforted me with those arms of steel.
I guess it was easy to believe your faith –in us-
But honestly I’m filled with too much doubt,
to ever see the possibility.
I hear the knock rasp against my oak wooden door. I swallow hard as I sat the coffee mug down and walk over to open it. I smile up at you in welcome. With all my complicated emotions I still can’t help but feel my heart skip a few beats.
“Hey baby.” Your words echo in the chamber of my heart, rattling it like a bird locked in a cage. Stepping into your out stretched arms I wrap mine around your neck and squeeze you tightly, bearing my face into your neck. “Hey” I whisper quietly against your ear before drawing back to lead you inside the room. Closing the door behind you I motion towards the kitchen.
“I just brewed some coffee.” The response of your growl sends a flicker of desire sparking inside me. I
Script BFAFADE IN:
INT. ON A HILLTOP IN THE MOUNTAINS - COLD NIGHT.
A forest of trees stretch on all sides of a steep grassy hill. The wind blows through the trees, echoing a whistle across the dark starry night. A lone owl hovers overhead a few seconds before disappearing into the thicket beyond the branches.
Sarah (16) stirs in the saddle of a large black sleet stallion horse. He neighs restlessly and paws at the ground but holds his position on the height of the hill, alert.
Suddenly a horse and rider trots forward from the shadowed trail until the moonlit sky brings them into light. The horse climbs effortlessly up the hill and halts next to the black steed.
"Took you long enough!"
"I had to baby sit Misty for my parents while they went out, I got here as soon as they returned."
Crystal (15) rests her hands on the horn of the saddle, her body leaning forward as she meets eyes with her friend.
"Are you ready for this adventure?"
Laughter escapes Sarah.