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Hey Teen Artists !
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
Thank you all for your slogans! They were amazing!
Hope you'll continue to send in your slogans: [link]
We'll like all the help we can get, so if you're interested, you can apply for a position of contributor! We're looking for friendly, creative and active contributors, so don't be shy.
If you have any suggestions, bugs spotted, or ideas, feel free to leave a comment, send a note, or message our admin team .
Draw, paint, write, sculpt, create and don't forget to submit !
OldThe farther apart we get,Old by Jennifromtheshadowz
The better off I'll be.
Because I can't stand the sight of you happy without me.
I can still feel your embrace in my dreams,
But you don't love me anymore, so it seems.
And don't you see that I'm worse off now,
Than I was before?
I'm made out to be nothing more than a worthless memory to you.
It's not fair what you put me through.
And I've been lost for so long, now.
Shattered to bits before I could even move on.
How can you smile so much, when you know how I feel?
But then again, I should have known it was too good to be real.
Now nothing else matters since I've met you.
Just how you're feeling.
And sometimes I swear I could die from the heartache.
Poemy PoemAll surrounding colors have grown dull.Poemy Poem by Jennifromtheshadowz
I no longer control my movements,
They've become automatic.
I feel so cold.
And I wish I could truthfully say I'm numb,
But in all honesty, I feel everything.
All the pain from my memories,
It's like my heart stops beating for a while,
And tries to jump out of my chest.
My inner voice points out everything wrong,
And reminds me of every bad things that's happened to me.
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