My lovely watchers : Part VIII-a

Nov 29, 201340 min read

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Published: Nov 29, 2013

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_{Hi everyone!

This year, in regard to DeviantArt, I am thankful for everyone who has ever commented, +favorited, or even just looked at my art, so I'm starting my annual feature for those who +watch my art on this year's Thanksgiving day. (while I work on this food coma XD)

I am especially thankful for receiving Daily Deviations on two of my pieces this year! That's still really hard for me to believe, but it explains why I have to split 2013's +watcher feature into a few parts so that it's fair for everyone. I'm so abundantly thankful to have received those DD's and, if it's even possible to imagine, even more grateful to have people who enjoy my art enough to follow my account. Thus, without further ado, please enjoy this feature (part 1) of some of the lovely people who had a stroke of fortunate insanity and decided to follow my gallery this past year. It was an amazing journey through these galleries and I hope many others will love my findings as much as I did.

January

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With YouWith you, I am learning that admittance doesn’t have to come through words.
It can come through gestures, and looks,
And the pressure of touch streaming from fingertips and lips and tangled legs.
With you, I am learning how little it takes to demonstrate
All the endless thoughts running through my open eyes,
Pooling into you.
With you, I am appreciating the diagonal space of the bed we share,
Stretched endlessly from corner to corner.
With you, daylight is just as much of a blessing as the darkness.
With you, I could give and give and give if only for the moment that you
Shake your head in a smile.
With you, I am only with you.

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February

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My Muse.Some people say their muse is music
Others day art, and great beauties
Yet my muse is different
It is a million times better
My muse is you
You make the words come out of me
Like a volcano
Passionate and fierce
You fill my heart with song
To make my fingers dance
Across the slim strings
Of my violin
You fill my head with images
That take their place upon a canvas
Painted by my hand
Inspired by you
Music is a terrific muse
Art and beauties too
Yet my muse is better than them all
My muse is you. :thumb404299420:

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Parkour Monster MashIt was just a normal night in Ikebukuro as the citizens gathered around the center of the city to ring in the New Year and to watch the ball drop on the big screen. There was cheerful chaos all abound as the bars and the restaurants were quickly filled with party-goers and aside from a few drunken fist-fights, everything was peaceful. Suddenly, a huge explosion rocked the city, shocking the celebrating people to a standstill as a colorful, wacky looking woman with pink, punk-rocker hair jumped from the smoke and equally colorful and strange looking beings started to appear from the alleyways, surrounding the crowd. There was a pregnant pause for a good five minutes before there was a roar of applause from the crowd.
“BOOM!” roared the weird being. “HEEEEEY, IKEBUKURO! Y’ALL HAVING A GOOD TIME?! MY NAME IS BAKUCHIKU ‘AN ME ‘AN MY POSSE ARE HERE ‘TA PARRRRRRRTAY!! SO ARE YA READY, KIDS?!”
The crowd roared again, this time with more gusto. A

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A promiseHands out streched,
almost touching,
not quite there.
There's not enough time,
last words will be spoken,
a promse is made.
He'll come back for her,
no matter what,
nothing can stop him.
She'll wait for him,
for his promise,
said he'd find her.
In the end,
there will be tears,
and hugs will be shared.
For he kept his promise.

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Ex-FactorI miss your smile
and your laugh
I miss your sense of humor,
though you're a bit daft.
I miss your randomness
It made me smile
I miss your words
that made me feel worthwhile.
I miss your friends,
because they were mine too.
I miss all these things
that remind me that I love you.
But now it's awkward
now I sigh
because the things that used to make me love you more
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The Gravity of a SituationA retiring
cynical
librarian said that
books were relics of the past
and I should
just
buy an eBook.
I said that the
Dewey Decimal System
was also
a relic and
alphabetized the
nonfiction section.
A painter,
tired and poor,
tried to
convince me
to not buy his paltry art,
full of his blood
sweat
tears.
I said that his
attempts at
false modesty
were
what were paltry
and walked away
with a
used canvas
and lighter pockets.
An etymologist
bade me look
closer at
a rose to see the
rare bug nestled in
between soft petals.
I bade her
to stand up
and look
at the
garden.
A young child
with a damp face
and
sticky fingers
said that what he broke
could
never
ever
be fixed
and
pointed to his
yelling
screaming
parents.
In response,
I walked up to them
with the child next to me
and said
"He needs a push on the swings."
"He can't move up without you two."
and walked away.
A dry businessman
once told me
it was stupid
to walk in the rain
without
an
umbrella.
I said,
"Know what else is stupid?"
"Gravity."
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March

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Some people haven't posted any deviations yet, but deserve so much love nonetheless:

Additionally, these are not the only treasures to behold; please give these lovelies a visit too, if you've a chance:

My lovely watchers : Part VII
My lovely watchers : Part VI
My lovely watchers : Part V
My lovely watchers : Part IV
My lovely watchers : Part III
My lovely watchers : Part II
My lovely watchers : Part I

Thank you sooooo much to everyone who has given me comments, +favorites, +watches, or any sort of love; sometimes you guys make me think there's something wrong with my eyes when I check my inbox because it's brimming with so much awesomness -- I truly appreciate each and everyone and I hope this shows my most sincere gratitude.}