AUGUST '13 GROUP FEATURE

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It's back! A group feature for artworks of AcceptAllArt - it doesn't matter what style of art, what level you are, we feel that everyone can be featured.

 These are randomly selected from the past month, and I'm planning to make more of these on a regular basis! :heart: Enjoy! :love:


Photography and crafts

  Red flower by CookiemonsterSaku Get closer by InOnesMindsEye A Broken Leaf by IftikharNaseem 
Swim by cheslah Time Is Precious by hannajayne31 Summer's Last Resistance by SebastianBArt 
  Sneaker in the dusk by Dolphinfreakiii The other side of Ioannina by YUMIXK0 


Digital and manipulations

.:Zesty:. by Talvie  Attack! by Ren-ail  Ocean by Linkerbell  Desolate Landscape by JacqChristiaan
 Crimson lady by BlueBersker  Poshi   [QUERY BELOW] by Cypeo  
Leaf Catcher Shirt Design by SingapuraStudio The death of me by Puppiosity The Journey Begins... by tndrhrtd37 


Traditional
Life and Earth by EmeraldRainDragon The Spinner by JEURO85  Lima Shio - Horse by MonicaSutrisna On the edge by woutvromans
Aidan Turner from a Photo by Dean O'Gorman by shuckaby  Splash by Kenjiman59   foreshadowing the changes by Nebrija
A Recollection~ by In-Via Profile Studies by amirafox  Fourth of July by bleedinghitman 



Literature

<da:thumb id="399177092"/>  The Great WolfThe curse of the deafening howl stays within him,
Yellow chipped claws will rip off their skin,
His red, scarred eyes possessed by grim,
The silence breaks, a rallying cry,
He’s doomed for aye!
Nocturnal crime and silent sky,
The Great Wolf is still alone in the dead of the night,
He’s doomed for aye!
The blind rage wrapped its cold fingers around his neck again,
His sight get’s blurry as the hate coils around him like a chain,
Sweet obscurity has taken over his mind,
He will never be refined,
As the madness inside him, the moon owns the sky,
He’s doomed for aye!
Into the corrupt scenery of odd,
This night the evil comes unfold,
He stepped out,
The filthy human race will wash away with blood,
The Great Wolf will tear out their frail, empty hearts,
For they wanted war tonight it starts,
His yellow fangs, the spark of life will tear away,
For they wanted death it will be given without delay,
A lightning strikes the sky,
He’s doomed for aye!
The Great Wolf di
  The Only WayWhen I took this path
I knew not where it led
I followed it steadily
Not watching where I stepped
But what seemed strait was twisted
And though the path seemed light
Darkness hid roots and rocks
Shadows blocked my eyes
And onward I stumbled
Till, crippled by the path
I cannot find my way
Back to where I've been before
And now alone I find myself
Where nothing more can grow
No paths divulge in front of me
There is only one way to go
The path suddenly seems narrow
Closed in on all sides
Claustrophobic I am sickened
And now I cannot breath
The path ahead is blackened
And nothing good can come
Of following it forever
But it’s the only one
The forest around me is frightening
Dark and majestic as can be
But it seems the only way
That I can somehow be free
So into the trees I run
Toward freedom I believe
But the vines soon grab a hold of me
And lift me off my feet
They carry me back to the path
And once again I hide
In the brightened daylight
Of the only path I know
I cry out in panic
H
  Mechanical ManA mechanical man,
Rusted, stuck, and sulking on his gears and joints
Knees bent solid, and feet planted in the dry concrete
Forever frozen with birdseed in his hands
White feathers and waste adorn his hair
And the only sign of life is his watering eyes
As slow as paint dries
Unblinking in the face of Ra
There's no oil can on the other side of the rainstorm of rays
He tries to twiddle his thumbs
Recalling how they once whirred and cranked
A nonchalant humming against the squawking of his feathered friends
The past is all he has anymore.
Nothing but metal gone hot in the sun
Festering flesh broiling in a tin can
Children roasting marshmallows in the heat
Radiating off his legs
And he sits, grinding his teeth against aluminum foil
Wondering how they can even handle his scent
Blisters on the flesh and paint chipping off the steel
He waits for an oil can and a glass of wine
A sign by his lap with a top-hat of pennies
"Will work for food", the cardboard reads
But all that passerby by seem to
 
<da:thumb id="397911090"/> <da:thumb id="320928658"/>  What if I told you...I'm a 19-year-old straight male, currently a student at university in a country you've never heard of.
There comes a time in our lives, usually when we are young, when we just want to shout our thoughts at the wrold, at everyone, even if we know nobody will hear. We see a commercial, we hear a line in a movie, we read a chapter in a book, which captures us violently, shakes us and we recover from the shake so stunned and amazed that we want to say everything that is on our mind in that same way. Then we pour a glass of water, juice, beer, something, sit by the open window staring at the passing cars or falling leaves, and start composing all the words in one finished thought.
This is pretty much what happened to me two minutes ago.
And it all started with the condition:
What if I told you...
What if I told you that some people don't think what they claim to think when they oppose you in an argument, no, they just want to stomp you with their leather boots
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The End         The clouds turned into a scary, dull grey and soon the pattering of raindrops could be heard. However, the metallic smell of blood still wafted through the air. I was sitting by a window pane, looking at the remains of buildings and homes. Lifeless bodies could be spotted around them. For some reason death decided to save me for last. It had already taken the lives of the people I love and all of the other innocent people out there. I decided to stay at my position as I would rather wait for death to take my life in order for me to be with my loved ones who are right now in heaven.
        I could hear my loud, steady heartbeats echo in my ears. Preparing myself for the worst, I took a deep breath and let it out.It would be the last time I would be able to see the world I lived in. 
    "Better savour the moment before it is all gone," I thought.
    Suddenly, I heard loud footsteps heading my direction
  Her Song.She holds on to your memory.
Keeps your picture near at all times.
Her locket.
Her bedside.
Her piano.
Dark curls and green eyes.
Perfect white teeth.
A sharp chin.
Her lover.
Arched eyebrows.
When she sits down at the keyboard to play;
She'll hear the words in her ears:
The sound of love.
'I love it when you smile..'
Her fingertips grace the keys, black and white.
Turning pink and red.
'You ARE beautiful'.
The sound of countless sunsets fills the dusty room.
Your arm flits around her shoulders, it is but a memory.
Just a memory.
You are a ghost that listens to her talk to herself.
You are the air against her lips.
You're nothing but a memory.
The sound of picnics in the park graces your ears.
Talent.
She never would have done this without him.
Without YOU.
A helping voice in her ears;
'B flat. No, no baby, B flat.'
The sound of heartbreak fills the room.
She has to stop the song.
Your song.
You won't come back.
She went, all dressed in black.
A single rose.
And a tissue under her nose
  a coward.silly little girl.
she broke her own heart trying not to love him.
  What He Doesn't Know: DenNor23/08/13
Mathias.
It fits.
He’s cocky, arrogant, and always so damn cheerful.
I hate the way he smiles and how it makes me feel.
I hate the way I’ll notice how his hair ruffles when a breeze whisks by.
I hate the way his voice sounds and how I practically melt when I hear it.
I hate the way he laughs and how it makes me almost crack a smile every time I hear the obnoxious sound.
I hate the way his eyes crinkle when he looks at me, and I hate how I’ll get lost in them if I’m not too careful.
I hate the way he always looks in the morning before breakfast; his hair’s messy, he’s shirtless, and he smirks all the damn time.
I hate the way he won’t leave us Nordics alone. He’s always bothering Fin and Sverige, but he especially bothers me. And he never leaves my lillebror alone. Ice can never catch a break when that idiot’s around.
But Mathias also has some good qualities. They don’t necessarily cancel the bad ones out, but they hel



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OMG this literature is driving me crazy