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~LightOverpowers58

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Too young to drink but old enough to enlist

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Contest: Building a Better World (Finite)

by ~LightOverpowers58, Dec 31, 2012, 9:20:42 PM
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Happy New Year everyone!

The contest deadline has passed, any late entries will still be accepted though there will be penalty points deducted.

Since I can't stay up until the deadline has passed like I need to, I have decided to give any entrants from now (23:30) until 11:30 AM tomorrow to submit entries. Use this grace period to your advantage!

~~The deadline has been extended to May the 31st due to extenuating circumstances~~

To honor the upcoming twelve months, which will be better than the last twelve, I have decided to host a contest.

In the spirit of activism and prevention, there are three themes: Hunger and Poverty, Abuse, and War. Of course, to clarify some questions any participants may have, each theme have subheadings, which you do not have to follow, for guidance.

All three themes consist of the following topics:
Prevention
Causes
Results

Which sound…boring and rather clinical…but they simply say, how can you stop it, what may cause the situation, and what things (i.e. emotions, situations, friendships, etc.) may result from whichever chosen theme.

~~Deadline: April 25th 11:59 EST (Eastern Standard Time)~~

Rules:
All mediums are accepted
Mature content is allowed, however, be sure to place all applicable tags and warnings on the piece
No works in progresses
Entries must be created after the date of this journal (no old deviations)
One submission per theme, three submissions total, is allowed.
An extension of up to 24 hours is allowed if, and only if, the participant in question notes me.

Judges:

If you are willing to judge then note me,~LightOverpowers58.
*NOTE: All judges are subject to review before being accepted
**NOTE: Judges that focus primarily on creative arts are welcome, if not needed.

Critieria

Literature:

Originality -/5
Mechanics -/5
Characters -/5
Creativity -/5
Grammar -/5
Cohesion -/5
Diction -/5
Theme -/5
Voice -/5
Plot -/5

Total: -/50

Artwork:

Creativity -/5
Orginality -/5
Theme -/5

*Total: -/-
*The other judging categories for the artwork section will be discussed amongst the judges.

Prizes

Literature:

First Place:
300 from ~LightOverpowers58
Journal Feature from =dawn181
Journal Feature from ~NotenSMSK
Journal Feature/Interview from =slowslicksnails
5 Favorites/Critiques from ~NotenSMSK
3 In-Depth Critiques from =slowslicksnails
1 llama (if applicable) from ~LightOverpowers58
1 llama (if applicable) from ~Nullibicity
1 llama (if applicable) from ~NotenSMSK

Second Place:
200 from ~LightOverpowers58
Journal Feature from =dawn181
Journal Feature from ~NotenSMSK
Journal Feature from =slowslicksnails
3 Favorites/Critiques from ~NotenSMSK
1 In-Depth Critique from =slowslicksnails
1 llama (if applicable) from ~LightOverpowers58
1 llama (if applicable) from ~Nullibicity
1 llama (if applicable) from ~NotenSMSK

Third Place:
100 from ~LightOverpowers58
Journal Feature from =dawn181
Journal Feature from ~NotenSMSK
Journal Feature from =slowslicksnails
1 Favorite/Critique from ~NotenSMSK
1 In-Depth Critique from =slowslicksnails
1 llama (if applicable) from ~LightOverpowers58
1 llama (if applicable) from ~Nullibicity
1 llama (if applicable) from ~NotenSMSK

Artwork:

First Place:
300 from ~LightOverpowers58
Journal Feature from =dawn181
Journal Feature from ~NotenSMSK
5 Favorites/Critiques from ~NotenSMSK
1 llama (if applicable) from ~LightOverpowers58
1 llama (if applicable) from ~Nullibicity
1 llama (if applicable) from ~NotenSMSK

Second Place:
200 from ~LightOverpowers58
Journal Feature from =dawn181
Journal Feature from ~NotenSMSK
3 Favorites/Critiques from ~NotenSMSK
1 llama (if applicable) from ~LightOverpowers58
1 llama (if applicable) from ~Nullibicity
1 llama (if applicable) from ~NotenSMSK

Third Place:
100 from ~LightOverpowers58
Journal Feature from =dawn181
Journal Feature from ~NotenSMSK
1 Favorite/Critique from ~NotenSMSK
1 llama (if applicable) from ~LightOverpowers58
1 llama (if applicable) from ~Nullibicity
1 llama (if applicable) from ~NotenSMSK

(Amended) Prize donators and may still enter the contest, as can judges; however, judges cannot place.

Thank you for reading and I hope to see entries soon!

Please leave a link below with your contest entry.

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Mood: Joy
Listening to: Frank Ocean's Novacane
Reading: 1984 by George Orwell

Shootings and Tributes

by ~LightOverpowers58, Dec 14, 2012, 8:14:28 PM
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_{Happy Holidays, I hope you all have been fairing well!

If you haven't received the news yet--most likely only those internationally located--there was a mass shooting in Newton, Connecticut, United States. As of 8:32 PM (20:32) EST, 20 children and 6 teachers have been declared dead. The gunman killed his mother at her residence a few miles away before driving to the school and entering the building. After killing 26 innocents, the gunman allegedly killed himself.

United States President Barack Obama made a speech later in the day, weeping for the souls lost and lives broken. He urged the American people to join together and end the senseless violence occurring across the nation. One may only hope that we take his advice and stop the useless bickering.

This is the second major shooting in the United States in the last six months. [Aurora, Colorado being the first (July 2012)]

In honor of those fallen, both the teachers and children, the following pieces feature the beauty of innocence:

Small ChildrenThey annoy you to bits
They're stubborn to the bone
But they're cute little shits
Even when you want to be alone

They're noisy til the end
They're always around
So it's hard to pretend
That they aren't making a sound

They may be rowdy
They're better when they're not
Though it's worse when they're pouty
And you can't trade what you've got

Love 'em endlessly
It's what they deserve
Even though they have a tendency
To get on your last nerve
With the Strength of a Child        His ripped shirt is barely visible in the dust and smoke. He kneels in the rubble, bloody faded jeans loose on his hips, tan skin lined with ragged cuts and bruises underneath. Long dark hair, now dusty white and matted with blood, ripples in the wind like a tattered flag of surrender.
        He can't feel the pain.

        Broken jaws whisper of sadness.
        Broken voices scream of loss.

        And his broken eyes turn toward t
Indigo ChildrenThe eager windblown children swept

through this world with a secret kept.

In their eyes laid the last bits of beauty in the world.
In their hearts was held delight just waiting to be laid unfurled

across the earth, to be dispersed for all men to enjoy.
Across its surface children flew, whispering of Xanadu.
“Beauty, beauty, there’s beauty in this place.

About it scampers, runs, and scurries
catch it catch it catch it, hurry,
before it gets away
before you learn to laugh
and learn to play."

As children soon matured, they very quickly learned
the nature of their new world and its devious ways.
Their bodies grown to figh

Children Send Their WishesWhere Children Send Their Wishes

I wish not on stars
Instead I send my hopes and dreams
To orchard apple trees
And to the smiling faces of children,
Innocence hears me
Remembering too when we were friends,

There was no reason to fear the dark
Needing not streetlights
I wondered through the village fields
Eating fruit from the tree
And I would bring the harvest home
For my family.

Afternoons spent surveying pond life
The greatest of all performances,
A natural cinema
No need of negativity
Dragonflies take away that density
A misery made of man.

I have never walked on a star
Or spent my youth upon them,
I shall not spend
The last childrenWords of many lost are eteched into the broken mirror
reflecting the action of the ball going up
and comming down
the steady gentle slap
that the ball makes upon the concrete
cooming back up into small innocent hands
can be heard everywhere in the ruins of the hospital
broken down by bombs and wars
deaths and many lost souls
another lays on the blackened grass
the only thing in an otherwise black and white scenery
of smoke and white bulidings
falling and crashing
silently
That would be sky
or ground
or simply air
all of it is white,
filled with the tears
of innocent lives lost.
Both pale  milky white
with gr
invisible childrenwe walk alone
we march on

to the sound of
rifles, explosions
caused by shells

like bird songs
to wake us up
in the morning

we answer the
call to fight
and rush in as

blood coats us
like mud from
childhood games

our breaths are
stilled by wounds
and smoke, while

the memories
of our homes
burning in fire

don't go away
no matter how
much we squint

we are soldiers
we fight like men
but we die like

invisible children

Dare to DreamSo bravely envisioning goals within your mind,
those same goals that slowly change to dreams,
reflected in your eyes not just the aspirations
of a creative mind,
but of a dreamer.

The smallest of smiles,
as if to seal the deal...

already so eager to reach your destination,
with butterfly wings strapped to your back
and arms outstretched to soar.
The child in ragged shorts: broth and the beggarIt was getting late. The sky was dark while the orifices in looming edifices managed to leak some of the moon light they were withholding. The woman hugged herself with the porous shawl that she was wearing, pressing the twenty-two rupees note again and again on the counter.

"Please, just for today; I do not have anymore money. I beg you" she pleaded but the person at the counter couldn't care less.

"That is three rupee short. I don't care if you beg. If you have anything else to put forward then do or get lost" he replied harshly, spit flying from his mouth. The woman retreated, a disgusted expression on her face.

"What more can I put for

Child's Ploy and death shall sing a child's song;
so simple in its measure.
and death shall have a child's eyes;
luminescent in their pleasure.
                  Child's Song by =deinktvis

a little messed-up lullaby,
whose poison's underneath.
its soothing tone is just a lie:
spit forth from jagged teeth.
the beauty is the innocence
stolen from those it's led along-
a sickly dissonance
of children's repentance
it captivates, which strikes you wrong
and death shall sing a child's song.

humans return from whence they came,
a known pattern of life;
d
The Slaughtered Children.Why? Why? They were children! Children! How could someone strip a child, multiple children, of their innocence! How could someone strip them of life?

Children are one of the few good things in life. Always learning, not dispicable liars or haters or cheaters like the majority of adults, not able to commit horrendous crimes, not aware of the greater scheme of life going on around them. Believer's they are. In a child's mind, the characters of stories such as Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny are alive. Magic is real and all around us, commanded and cast by the fairies who were blessed by the mighty kings and queens from far far away. In a chi
Forgotten ChildrenForgotten children,
Take my hand.
I'll lead you to a place you will be loved.
I'll let you in my home.

Anyone can enter,
As long as you believe.
Believe that I died on the cross to save your sins.
Take my hand, children
You are under my protection.

Don't question my love.
I promise you it will never falter.
You have been wronged before,
Once forgotten, once alone,
Never again.

But believe me when I say,
You will always have a place.
Just never lose faith,
And when your time comes,
I will let you enter our home.
My Father will love you,
Your Father He will be too.
Your Father He already is.

Forgotten children,
Take my
For the children in UtoyaResting in the light of the ocean
lies the children of tomorrow.
Filled with mourning emotions,
we stand together in sorrow.

How could this happen, aren't we the same?
Is it political when a man goes insane?
A scared little boy is playing dead to survive
while a girl swims beside her friends who've just died.
Where is the war when there's silence outside?
What is the war when everybody cries?

I'm lightning a candle by the shore
while watching the water pour.
There's no one screaming anymore
and I wish I've imagine it all.

How could this happen, aren't we the same?
Is it political when a man goes insane?
A scared little boy is

Music stands as the focal point of my thoughts, the inspiration of my writings, and the motivation for me to do better than I am. As testament to the Connecticut shooting, the following songs feature lyrics about children. Hopefully you recognize a few of these songs.

"Small Bump" by Ed Sheeran
"Vergessene Kinder" by Tokio Hotel [Forgotten Children...English Version]
"My Oh My" by Macklemore
"Inner Shakespeare (feat. Edith)" by Eppic
"Make It Stop (September's Children)" by Rise Against
"Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride
"Wings" by Macklemore
"Let Us Move On (feat. Kendrick Lamar)" by Dido (If no other, listen to this one)

May all effected souls and families rest in peace!}

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Listening to: The Assassin Creed's III
Reading: 1984 by George Orwell
Playing: theninja-rpg.com

Updates and Features (#6)

by ~LightOverpowers58, Nov 20, 2012, 4:36:40 PM
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_{Happy Holidays everyone! Forgive me, I have no idea if it is holiday season yet abroad, but when in Rome)

I hope you all have been doing well and that school, work, and life and general has been moving along a pace greater than a snails. In fact, if you manage to make it completely through this mammoth of a journal you are about to see, leave a comment. I want to hear from each of you.

With that note, thank you to all of my new watchers, commenters, favouriters...each and everyone one of you are appreciated even if I can't find the time to tell you individually.

On to other business, I am putting a pause on commission until further notice; I have a rather deep backlog. However, the door is still open, if you want me to write I can and will, it may take a bit longer than the two of us desire, though [I will not be accepting points until I finish my current commissions]. So, feel free to note me or comment on my journal/profile if you are interested. Prices can be discussed! There may be a holiday discount coming up, comment at the bottom if you are interested.

Running along the same tangent: my poetry piece, "Untitled, has earned a place within the ranks of Daily Literature Deviations (DLDs) . Suggested by the wonderful *intricately-ordinary to =SilverInkblot, the poem managed to pass the admins' of =DailyLitDeviations inspection and is featured in this article. Thank you to all those who made this feat possible!

Now, onto a much neglected topic, features!

ApparitionLittle girl,
You have out-grown
Yourself, and these
Childish notions of
Monsters in the closet.

Each morning,
She holds her breath
Until the sun rises,
Because no one taught her
How to sleep
With her eyes closed.

There is this
Delusion about you;
A belief that if
You stay awake,
There will be no darkness.

It is damaging you.

She lays,
Cold and silent,
With her darkened fantasies,

And remembers a time
When she was not-so-
Softly breaking
Into unrecognizable shards.

Careless drifter,
You have found your only
Escape
From all the lifetimes
You were
Too fearful to live.

Rest now,
Frightened child,
Leaving goosebumps on the readers as parting gifts, "Apparition" by *SomethingOnceSacred stretches the reader's emotions in the way only a piece written with the clarity of those touched by trials yet strengthed by pain can.

UnfoundedI cram words within murky, hollow spaces,
replicating ways in which blood fills a wound.

I squeeze articles and adjectives—
supporting metaphors and similes—
into tight-fitting corners,
until that which is empty begins to bloat.

The ache of something missing,
the loss of one internal, now painfully unknown:
it finds no satisfaction within passion
and phrases so desperately created, upheld.

Why give transparent, misleading hope…
Does pleasure derive from humiliation—
the catalyzing of previously weakened hearts?
Where is the limit of cruelty defined,
if not in the cries and weeping of dreams:

Language wilts
It is with true pleasure that I feature ~Nullibicity's piece within this journal, her words rivet even the most obtuse soul and captivate the reader with a sense of disquieting truth hidden between the spaces of each character, word, line, and stanza. This is no less true in her piece, "Unfounded", which flows into the reader with the cool smoothness of a river yet paints the pictures of emotions with the skill of an untainted artist.

Waiting for her to come this wayThe breeze tousles through the night and his hair.
He sits in expectance for her to come here;
waiting for her to come this way.

Like that first time; her footsteps echoed so loud.
In a night as such not even the moon could be proud.
An ethereal glow she emitted, an embodying light.
The wind ruffled her black locks like an angel in flight.

Her breath was a sanctifying whisper of life
and her dress; oh a woven fabric of natures device.
Her soft traces upon the earth would have grown
the fruit bearing brushwood, piercing through a stone.

The hair settled; the wings retreated, her eyes slowly set
on a young boy tending tulips. Their
One of my closest friends on this site, ~NotenSMSK continually writes with his patented flair. Although English is not his first language, ~NotenSMSK manages to overcome the language barrier and put pen to paper with beauty in a style unmatched and untamed. His piece "Waiting for her to come this way" showcases his skill in a distinct manner with the words of a storyteller and the mind of a man in love.

Oh NanaOh nana, Oh nana, why did you have to go?
Oh Lord, nana's gone, why'd it have to be so
Dramatic yet poignant, full of tears and woe
Oh nana, Oh nana, why did you have to go?
Oh nana, look nana, how much Zara has grown
She's standing, believing, planting the harvest you'd sown
Oh nana, I'm sorry nana, I was not taught so
To stay quiet over why, oh nana, over why you had to go.
The nights are so scarring, so grim and so cold
Oh nana, I feel nothing, like one distant and old.
Oh nana, I wish, oh I wish I was told
why Oh nana, Oh Nana why did you have to go.
Oh nana, listen nana, when we meet again
In Paradise, in His Eyes, I shall s
"Oh Nana", a collaboration piece between ~NotenSMSK and ~shehrozeameen, pinpoints the feelings of loss one feels when a close family member passes away. Not much else can be said on this piece but that its truth speaks for us all.

~mrkemp's photograph, If walls could wisper, brings to mind images of the hauntd houses you always hear about in stories. Primary focus lies on the building itself while allowing the ominous background to work for the scene, not against it. The low cut grass, reminiscent of burnt vegetation, only enhances the landscape's haunted look. In total, ~mrkemp managed to capture a great scene in just the right way.

Contrast [literally] defines *ashamandour's capture. From the lit top walls to the darkened brick pathway, Contrast creates a smooth, choreographed feel aided by a cloudy day's atmosphere and soft lighting.

Cup of Tea and a Story Maybe?, *UntamedUnwanted's photo, sets the stage for a whimsical feel. Leaving the viewer with a sense of having sat at the Mad Hatter's tea table [and survived], the capture contains a rather wizened atmosphere, timeless yet mature.

Thank you all for reading, I hope you have enjoyed the featurees, be sure to check out both the deviations listed above and their galleries.

Have a great holidays.

By the way, I have a series of features coming up for the 4 winners of #Arts-Shadow's contest, worthy winners they were.}

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Listening to: The <i>Assassin Creed\'s III</i>\'s Soundtrack
Reading: <i>1984</i> by George Orwell
Playing: theninja-rpg.com

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~LightOverpowers58 Jun 1, 2013 Student Writer

Oh, it's no problem, the picture was well worth it!

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*shehrozeameen Mar 23, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

I hope that you're doing alright, and things are well.

Haven't talked to you in ages. Honestly, its been a really long while.

*shehrozeameen Mar 6, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

~LightOverpowers58 is a writer whose approach is always able to recreate - at times even improve upon - the works of others; in a sense, she is, for me, the embodiment of dA's inspiration as a literary hub.

~LightOverpowers58 Mar 8, 2013 Student Writer

Thank you for the wonderful compliment dear....what brought it on, a contest or something?

*shehrozeameen Mar 8, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Impulse and a lack of communication.

~LightOverpowers58 Mar 12, 2013 Student Writer

Ohhhh well regardless, I appreciate you soooo much, hun!

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*imaginative-lioness Mar 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Thank-you so much for the badge and for the watch ♥!

~LightOverpowers58 Mar 5, 2013 Student Writer

You are welcome, from a browse through your gallery I can see the watch will be well worth it. I apologize for not leaving any comments yet, my times on dArt has been rather limited.

*imaginative-lioness Mar 5, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Aww thank-you so much. Oh, and don't worry about it. It is always nice to receive comments, but that's not why I write. I just like to get work out there and for people to read them

~blackwolf-dragon Mar 1, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

thank you for the llama and the fave

~LightOverpowers58 Mar 5, 2013 Student Writer

You are welcome!

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