"I have spread my dreams beneath your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
by William Butler Yeats
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THE STARCATCHER - A CHILDREN'S STORY
The Starcatcher's Story
Devious Minds: StarBoyDeathDiscovering what makes us devious.Devious Minds: StarBoyDeath by PurpelBlur
How did you first discover deviantART?
I had written a poem, I believe. I assume it was awful, but some of my friends said they liked it. And then a girl in French class somewhat a friend of mine was like, hey, you should check out deviantART I bet you'd really like it. So when I got home from school I went online to see what it was all about. And she was right. I did really like it.
What was it about dA that made you want to stay?
That's hard to say there's a lot of awesome things about deviantART. But I guess if I was to name one thing it would just be the saturation of art. Like, when I joined deviantART, the first deviant I found was a professional digital artist. (Actually, initially I was pretty scared because I thought all deviants were supposed to be as good as he was and I was like, shit I'm way out of my league.) But it
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I count fishes in my sea.
But it is murky like suffocating drains
choking words I can't take back
a lonely side puddle on the road.
I don't look at the metal bodies
but the warm breathing ones
from rolled-down windows, carefree lollipop wrappers
bobbing mainstream music.
I count the drivers and passengers smiles
and theirs is more than the ones you give me.
I guess your car and try to find it anyway.
Is it ferrari red?
Like a horse with electric hooves
thundering my loose earth
with ridge muscles
fearless mane hair?
Is it a monster truck?
Like an armoured hunchback
banged up front-gate grin?
I'm beginning to think whatever it is
As your leather jacket that collects nightmare sweat
hands too young to belong to
As your pencilled past that
colours both our lives.
Baby, I have washed-up nickels.
I'll take the bus.