#dALinkSystem is a Group dedicated towards increasing artists exposure by helping others and themselves through a simple and effective "Linking" system. All media is accepted.
The idea:
Link another artists submission in your artist's comment box. It helps everyone's exposure and finds undiscovered art.
If you still feel a little confused I invite you to go through our DD Awarded User's Manual and the How To Link Video Tutorial
You still have about 2 days left to enter ~thestargazer23s Art Against Racism Project. Remember, its for a good cause. All youd need to make is creat a piece of art that include the line Art Against Racism 2011, simple as that. [link]
Deadline: 31st August.
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Translating the DifferenceSing to me songs in languages I do not understand.Linked to
Let me pretend I speak them fluently, their letters stumbling leaves
and I will catch them,
whispering new life into each foreign syllable.
When I repeat after you, they will still hold sway
with each rise and fall.
It will be sunset and sunrise, a collaboration of undertones
pulled together by circuits of moonlight.
Perhaps my translation will speak more to you
from the backs of seabirds, spilling across their beaks.
I will not become a spider,
legs aching from spinning, spinning, and spinning
every phrase you divulge to me.
Each sound will be stretched across a nebula,
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matar as saudades.my brother, eating cereal without knowing about the people we left in record-books, in photograph albums east and east. the world is just that & there is more than one direction round it.
father wakes up and feels a pátria, the instinctive sadness that comes from being shipwrecked or missing. or missing something. father wakes up & misses everything impossibly, things he's never known to miss or how but he does & he does. father, levantai hoje de novo, no, filha, some things you must miss, & most of them shipwrecked east and east, we went so you can miss it also, also all so desperately.
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The Quiet ForestThe forest is quietLinked to
but it has too many secrets
that nobody knows except me.
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RSVPDear Janet, Thank You for the invitation,&
I regret that John and I cannot attend.
We argued since the moment we received it
He's driven me, quite frankly, round the bend.
I said "You can't go dressed as Gary Glitter,
I really think it would be in poor taste;
Your silver spandex leotard won't fit you
The flares won't fasten up around your waist."
He said I ought to dress up as a big cat.
My claws, he said, are sharp enough to kill.
"Well, you go as a nail file or a doormat,"
I replied, "or better yet, a fucking sleeping pill."
I said, "I'd thought of going as a blackbird,
And leaping from a shortcrust pastry pie."
He thought a tart more a

clark kentSilver eyeshadow and a blush; smack lips
and sway hips. The nail file's on overtime
and the glitter's out sick. Snap bra strap,
winking at the mirror; stars could get lost
in this cleavage, and these cups could be
flowerpots for a healthy crop of petunias
or baskets for hot air balloons, if I chose.
Tonight I'm juxtaposing crepe with Lycra;
all those stubborn parts sedated, yielding
like cats before the leap. Skirt the colour
and size of a blackbird's wing and knickers
tight enough to make me sing. Peep show
smile; big hairstyle. Just the faintest smell
of wine. And I close the phone booth door
without a single sound:
tonight I don't fear K

Street Corner DrowningI drowned her in her own regrets and moved her off my street corner. She didn't belong there, like that little turquoise car Matty once bought used. Yeah, it ran great and had power windows. But, it didn't fit. It was an eyesore on the curbed canvas of our street's patina.
That's what she was: an eyesore. She never wore her feelings on her sleeve because they restricted her range of motion, she said. And I wondered what she thought she wouldn't need stiff elbows for on this block.
When the dawn would break in such a fashion that light actually streamed, she should have glittered with the fine sheen of mistakes she'd made. But she was mu
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Thank you!
You featured some other very interesting deviations, time to take a closer look at them