The Best Deviations gets Featured Each Month! 24

Each month we choose from each folder three really impressive Deviations and add it into the featured folder.
By doing this we can showcase the members that deserved praise and recognition for their hard work and dedication.


Here are the artist showcased for the month of April:




Traditional Art:


-thelittleartything



-emafar



-gem-d






Digital Art:


-andytantowibelzark.



-rowye



-slytherclawpadawan






DIY, Crafts and Costumes:


-rubyreminiscence



-artspillgalaxy



-xeno-photography






Books,Stories,Poems, TEXT:


-supach
Day DreamingI make believe you´ll be home late
and sit alone and quietly wait
I hear a slamming , a car door
and hope for footsteps in the hall.
The radio plays our favourite songs
I can even sometimes sing along,
The TV blasts the whole night through
a background noise, I never view.
Finally bed time is very late
it´s been in vain this long long wait.
My weary bones carried off to bed
and restless dreams fill me with dread.
All this day-dreaming might seem unfair
but to wake without you is ten times worse.
So my waiting begins again
you ´ll be home soon, just don´t know when.


-zerosanity2713
DrownParalysed by the familiar old friend,
That same old longing for the end.
Trying to escape the familiar nightmare
Of a prison built from my despair.
 
I'm almost tearing my hair all out
While trying not to cry or shout.
Why do you leave me to fall down
Into Blue depths to slowly drown?
 
Struggling to keep my skin together,
Feeling about as strong as a feather.
I'm trying to escape the inescapable
And I will try for as long as I am able.
 
Blue and Black rise from deep within,
Spreading from my soul to my skin.
I feel the same old numbing pain
I thought I would never feel again.
 
Embraced by my unmissed muse
That I now know I can never lose.
I'm struggling to write or to rhyme
As I start to slowly drown inside.
 
My scars closed and healed long ago
But without wounds I'm still broken and low.
I can't find a way to lose the feeling
To feel something other than nothing.
 
I'm lost like a butterfly in a hurricane
Of voices screaming again and again,
Trying to


-shikkiechan