Happy Birthday dA Senior/staff Features Edition A

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Published: Aug 18, 2012

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Happy Birthday to DeviantART! I'd like to say thank you to all those who have impacted my experience here.

All seniors and staff members, thank you!

If you support senior members!

A-Z and in between here, my friends is a feature for all of these wonderful individuals.

There must be some one missing here. I know there is a few people, but just comment and i will add. They might be somewhere else in the senior list as well

I scrolled up and down seniorlist's journals, so here we are:

:dev-x-: A wonderful member for 12 years!

A Artists True PowerTake some time, and visit inside your mind
vision of passions and drama swirling and colliding,
just what is it that is inside yours? Do you take time to observe?
Or do you just go on doing what you do not completely feeling the reasons for your reasoning?
Being in control of ones mind allows the creativity inside to truly shine,
setting aside all else and expelling the feelings within yourself through your communicative method..
Be that music, design, artistic impressions or a simple poetic reflection of a situation,
as long as it hits true to another mind which witnesses it's communication, then you have created a connection better then anything in this world. It's artistic communication, something which exists in this world which is a pure true expression, not corporate suggestive selling, or marketing targeting in on your mind to capture you attention and to plant it's message inside. Let all refect upon this thought for a second and.. pause and truly digest it.. True artists don't

:dev-willow-: 12 year member!
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:dev-kron: 9year member with a nice gallery.

javierocasio 9year member, runs three wonderful groups, designs and interfaces.

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12memories 8 year member, runs two groups,

Someone"Someone" - December 2010
We sat in sun on that day
I was very far away
You'd break the silence just because
- But I didn't answer how I was
I swear one day my heart would stop;
never again pump a heartbeat wrinkled in blood,
my gut, nestled in butterfly filth and love
No words came out my mouth.
I can't stand the thought of you with someone else;
I can't stand the thought of you all alone...
I can't believe an angel would lay their body so close to mine
I remember that moment you surely forget:
My head had rest on golden light
You did not care how close we were that night
I didn't care, it was uncomfortably right
Silver slipped slowly from screens showing all of us were outlined by light
Was it horror, action or science fiction?
I only recall laying on golden light
Regardless...
I will hold you
- I will hold you again
We sat in silence on that day
I was very far away

:dev1articfox: 6year member, photograhpy/varied gallery.

2mo 10 years, literature gallery.
Killing timethe river, dances
rolls down
our road
without a sound
fading all our footprints
a microwave wind
fleeing past
like a thief
thunder; crumbling,
above our heads
it illuminates our sins
outside of our
tightly closed eyelids
spider steps towards a dawn
like fools-
we stretch time
wrapped in arms
killing minutes
waiting for the missile impact
of someone's hand
meeting the bedroom door. ConstrictorShe eyes me over,
pulls me to her side of the bed.
My words tumble into silence,
thoughts drip along the lines of her body.
With her there's a season in every moment.
But a bitter past clothes me,
I wear it like stones around my neck.
And however I might desire;
I can't look up.
these warmer currents tempt me,
but I won't slip in futile passion.
The long lost diamond days,
are constrictors I can't shake loose from.

4g10 6years, varied/ traditional student

Aahz 12 years, doesn't seem active anymore...

AaronBradford 5 year member, runs some wonderful groups.
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AbCat 6 year member, literature, mentoring project
BlewI could never dream of English
rains that lashed the slabs of Cornish
paves, as a wild clawed cat paws
waves into boats onto rocks
unto death. Hear the slosh
slosh slosh of Mousehole harbour's
bathtub slop; see the gulls flying
backwards, the rainbows as warning
flags, the white horses blowing
up the cliff and over the heath,
taste the wind-nipped salt
drying on your lips. Once I felt
the lightning buzz before
it cleaved a nearby birch in two,
once saw the eye of Men-an-Tol
winking in the storm, and fish
jumping for their very lives
straight into the mouths of birds.
The sea is everywhere. It bites
at our ankles, gnaws at the crags
in cliffs until the whole world
tumbles into its steaming maw.
It rises and falls, rises and falls,
hailing into the flanks of miserable
animals on the storm-sodden tor.
Do they pine, as we do, for one
last breath of stagnant summer? Oozes of Virgin SeptemberLet mild September crest Summer's dour vale,
whose tantrums wanked the hills with muddy sponges,
where clouds clobbered over fields of gasping cows.
I'm not the only one who saw the car headlights
dilating in the rain, for the cats and foxes run fearful
behind the hedgerow. So little roadkill this autumn.
Yet the sea fog swept in this morning
and it ate all the ramblers. I can still hear them hollering
on the on-shore breeze.

Only the gulls remain, harking from the shadows
of waves, and one stock-stone corvid, craaring
on a tree carcass.
But who cares what the crow says
when the shells sing 'kiss my arse',
and the wind cries for help in the distance?

abhimanyughoshal 11year member, photography gallery.

Stairway to Somewhere by abhimanyughoshal

abh0rsen 11year member, photography

abutton 7years, runs several groups, photography. former CV

AChardavoyne 2 years. DA related
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achfoo 10 years, former CV Wedding Photography