We won!
UPDATE: Thanks to the efforts of our amazing community, deviantART won the People's Choice category at the 2014 SXSW Interactive Awards! We'd like to sincerely thank everyone for participating. The creative energy and inspiration that run through the deviantART community is absolutely awe-inspiring for those of us fortunate enough to be helping out behind the scenes. We truly believe that we are the greatest community in the world, and we work towards sharing that feeling with our deviants each and every day. Thank you for sharing this win with us!
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Do you realize
The elements that shape you
What defines your mind
Do you
Understand the origins
Of your horrors and your joys
All the people
And places you have been to
All the smells
All images and touches
Do you feel them swirling
Through your hot brain matter
Do you know why
You do the things you do
And why you feel
The way you think you should
Do you realize
Do you
Hear the whispers
Of your deepest wishes
Can you see them how
They distort and twist
Your naked identity
Do you feel it
Your skin is cracking
With noises in your blood
Your subconsciousness creeping
In your body
In corners of your mind
Can you separate it
Can you become pu
The world is but a play
Exercised by random
A dance of the untamed
Purposeless molecules
People being tossed about
In determined chaos
Perception deceived
By delusions of control
The biomechanical minds
Inventors of meaning
The abusers of time
Faith-indulgers born
Billions of egocentric
Isolated universes
Self-defined importance
Self-inflicted stupidity
We crawl like animals
With eyes full of dust
Everyone a falling star
In Tragedy of existence
Dead while alive
Her wrinkles made of sorrow
She paints her days grey
So bleak with hopelessness
Dead while alive
Her glasses wait for new light
Her clothes crave for a touch
Of a loving hand
Dead while alive
Her smile but a reflection
Of what could have been
In life of another
Her hair is getting older
Tears have been depleted
Every passing moment
Is a romance with emptiness
Dead while alive
Her heart still young but tired
Nobody can save her
She can't save herself
How long have I waited?
Days turn to weeks,
and weeks to months.
You said everything I wanted to hear,
but you've Vanished.
I try so hard to keep you in my heart,
only to be crushed by silence.
I can't find you.
I don't know where you are.
I don't know what to do with all of these intense emotions.
It's not fair!
Why do I have to deal with this all by myself?
Have I been mislead?
Are you really someone completely different than I thought?
Charming.
Sweet.
Sensitive.
Interested.
Supportive.
You have been all these things and more to me.
So if that's the real you...
Where ARE you?
It's like you no longer exist.
The pain of loss floods my system
Life is but a passing moment
like a shooting star seen tonight,
a spark in madman's troubled mind
or was it just poets art well timed?
Perfect silence in space eternal
from where love would never return,
weak heartbeat inviting death
closer and closer with one last breath.
For the last funeral they march,
ghosts slowly disappear under the arch,
dry leaves carried across the cemetery
by wind that whispers a sad melody.