|Anyone is free to join, but, there are a few rules!|
1. You must not insult any of the artists on the page.
2. You can send in a deviation that displays nudity, but it has to be artistic! We do not accept pornography.
3. If your deviation was not accepted, try a different folder!
4. If your deviation was not accepted, do not post rash comments. Simply contact me (Nik / crooked-clockwork) and ask for a reason.
5. If your deviation was not accepted, it's because it may seem like lazy drawing, writing, etc.
6. No mirror and/or phone camera photos! I will make an exception if it is FX makeup, sculptures, etc.
7. And, lastly, if there is a watermark over the photo that is huge, the piece will not be accepted.
This group is for artists who post dramatic and macabre deviations! Feel free to give us a watch, join, or submit some of your art!
Meet the Founder!
Hello there! I am the founder of Dreadfully Dramatic and my name is Nik. I am a photographer / writer / poet myself so you can find some of my deviations in this group here and there. Honestly, I do a lot of the submitting of deviations to the group and I approve all the submissions. The increased amount of fanart in this group is mostly my fault, so you can blame me for that.
Meet the Contributors!
Hello, I am Ilona, photographer from Ukraine Also I love to draw & soon I show something on deviantart You all know what Earth without ART its just 'eh" keep calm & try to make something cool
I am Jessica-Lorraine-Z, also known as ZombieQueen and Ziki. I create art in all mediums, however my main focus is on photography and photo-manipulation. I run two groups and help manage 8 others. I'm very active in the DeviantArt community and always respond to questions and comments. My main goal here is to express myself and enjoy the expressions of others.
kowareta.A body, the temple with which we cradle our health;kowareta. by crooked-clockwork
a beacon to liars and those who leer,
to those who bounce and cheer
when we lose our footing.
We haven’t collapsed yet, only a bit of blood to mark the ground;
to remind ourselves of our soul,
to those who humiliate and dig holes
when we forget to hum in tune.
As if we’ve already peddled our bodies, our mind;
to the ageless concrete underground that has become our clock,
divided by lines of red and grey and brown in chalk
when we disagree.
Ribcages displayed in magnificence, hearts on a stick;
to excite the others at respite in awe,
to treat those who wish to watch a luxury unfold worthy of applause
when we stimulate insecurity.
A society wrought by wars of bones and bronze;
can we heal given the right amount of momentum, liberty, and rhyme
or are we all doomed to scrape by until we die
at the unveiling of our mistakes?
Speak of revolution at the break in the ticking of time;
step back to listen to the beating drums
scapegallows and metacarpalsi was cracking collar bones,scapegallows and metacarpals by counting-vertebrae
splitting through my spine &
oh - i was divinity, a demigod
to paint my knuckles red before
my lips were blue.
i'd wanted to be wayworn;
i'd wanted to be catatonia
& comorbidity but
i knocked my molars loose
on my right metacarpals,
spat out yellowed teeth
like headsmen lop the necks
ConformistYou conformConformist by Elendurwen
To the life of others
In dull addiction
To happiness for sale
So easily thrown away
So carelessly silenced
Nice and safe
With your eyes shut hard
Your hands are stretched
In search for a savior
You nod and you agree
With intellectual rape
With systematic slaughter
To the approved thinking
You smile so readily
Programmed to align
You give yourself to masses
Betrayed by its suicide
Cinderella complex, but twelve chimes for noon.She's got Cinderella complex, she loved you at first sight.Cinderella complex, but twelve chimes for noon. by Songs-of-black-roses
And this love was transformed, in the black of night.
But the clock chimed noon and she fled, in the light.
With her scarf around her head, since no one needs know her plight.
Memories of WarMemories of War:
What is this long-lost memory inside?
Where oceans turn; what have we left behind
With star-burned wings out above the sky.
The sleeping sons are lovingly left to lie...
A thousand tears you've cried for all,
Now its time for you to fall!
Will you open up the door,
To the future we ignore?
Are you simply lying broken,
From the memory awoken;
Are you simply living lies,
Bitter taste with ropes you tie...
And the world will soon forget.
Fill my heart with this regret?
For the victims written in stone.
Unspoken sin you now atone...
Yeah I've seen this world where we livin' in pain,
Wrap my body round with chain.
Now we both know we be broken;
Give this man his smokin' token.
Held up guns with both his hands;
Not a boy he's cause he's a man.
Order comes by a suit and hand.
Will you flee or will you stand?
This is a memory of our war,
Of all the things that we can't ignore.
And staying blind to the cries of pain...
Will lonely ashes be what remai
skyScarred and lonely I walk the earth
My feet dragging behind like some sort of leaded weight
Blood pours form wounds I had yet to sow
Questions swirled through my head like the cloud above my head, misshapen and without direction
Who are you?
Why does it hurt?
Will I ever heal?
I search for these answers; for I know they must be somewhere
Perhaps hidden in between the smooth river rocks who watch the world in a glimmering haze
A bird might have just flown away with them
My truth…hidden in between her golden beak
Sometimes I wonder if it even matters
Knowing these things
And each day I am reminded by the smallest of things like a flower blooming in the sun
Or a family walking in the park
Their truth is their purpose
To live and grow, blossom and to watch over
A smile taints my raw lips
" maybe…my purpose is to just wander...and watch…as the world passes me by…" I whisper to whomever may listen to such a wretched girl's voice
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