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Welcome to the group! If you're between the ages of 13-18 or if you feel like a teenager at heart then we want YOU! To be apart of the family, just click the Join button!
Our group supports all types of art, from literature to photography, traditional to pixels. We love it all!
We accept all submissions to our folders, with the exception of our Featured folder. We're very picky with those selections and we regularly maintain it.
Check out our featured folder to see what kind of standards we accept. teenartists.deviantart.com/gal…
Don't be discouraged in any way if we don't accept your work into that folder, simply resubmit it into the folder that corresponds to the type of art.
Hear what some of our members have to say:
"TeenArtists, It's not just about expressing yourself, It's showing who you are..." submitted by Saddened-Lines
"TeenArtists express yourself through art, not therapy" submitted by Reality-Or-Dream
''Teen Artists scare the living s**t out me'' submitted by Silhouettemonster
"Teen Artists--young, dangerous, beautiful."
submitted by robins-egg-crayon
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Draw, paint, write, sculpt, create and don't forget to submit !
Am I Wrong?Am I Wrong?Am I Wrong? by NightOil
I’m always wrong
In everything I do
I am wrong
Every little action
Each though I make
All my words spoken
Why do I feel like this
I can’t know why
Some deep meaning
I will never know
But I’m always wrong
For things I never have done
To people I never knew
In place I will never go
People try to save me
But my soul has fractured
Into millions of tiny pieces
And I can’t be rebuilt
I need to free myself
Break the cycle
I hate this pain and longing
Is it possible?
Is it possible,
That I am wrong,
About being wrong?
SkunkWorks Chapter 2SkunkWorksSkunkWorks Chapter 2 by DANDLEsecret
Rey took out a small monster plushie and started rifling through her couch for her things.
"Today, I'm leaving."
She cut a small strip on the toy and placed her savings, her mother's jewelry, and her fathers monocle.
Quickly stitching it back together, she took an oil tank and left a trail all around the house. Holding a candle up near the front door, she took another look too the house.
"I won't believe you guys until I get some proof."
She threw the candle on the oil trail and watched as the fire spread like a fuse until everything was burning. Leaving through the front door, she ran across the bridge and hopped onto her air balloon. Setting aside the doll, she untied the anchor and the balloon shot away from the burning building. Rey dove the machine down until she was under the clouds. She watched as her house drifted below her, the propellers under it catching fire and sending the whole thing plummeting to the ground below.
Rey shifted th
Between the StarsThe night air brought in a sharp chill and Alex shivered as he gazed at the stars beneath him. They glittered so beautifully down below as they illuminated factories and warehouses with their gentle glow. The whole city sparkled in starlight and shined more beautifully than the most precious of gems. The starlight of the industrial landscape left a faint glow on the haze surrounding the city. It was such a large contrast compared to the empty sky above. The only light that sky was good for was moonlight, and it was dim in comparison to the cluster of stars.Between the Stars by BoredProcrastinator
"Hey boy, get your head out of the clouds and get back to work!" Alex heard blare from somewhere above him. At this point the wind was so strong that he couldn't even tell who was yelling but little did he care. He was more concerned about getting caught in a storm in the middle of a job again. That last time, he and the crew were stuck in the open for three hours before the storm subsided enough for them to return to land. D
soul matesin the nightsoul mates by omnibusjeremius
i heard the crack
of her heart break
many miles away
another boy like me
whom she thought
might be the one -
the rain poured
with her thunder
and all i could do was
close my eyes
bow my head
love's not dead, my dear
you will be mine