even the things you never...I was flinging dishes against the wall and praying toeven the things you never...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God, no, I was smashing whats left of my heart along
with the fine china, no, I was thinking mostly
of your forehead damp with sweat and how it glued your
eyelashes to mine back when
you were willing to get close enough, and how
I dont miss it.
I was flinging dishes against the wall last night and working
on my lies.
I was flinging dishes against the wall last night and thinking
about carving into your skin with the pieces. Mostly, I was
screaming I want my everything back, you asshole,
I want my everything back.
FuckHave you everFuck9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heard me screaming?
No? Dumb you!
Have you ever
seen me leaving?
No? Blind you! Fuck you!
Fuck all your trials for
Have you ever
How deep inside
You are in me...
Fuck you! -
For your lies,
For my cries,
Which you never answered,
For your ice
For words with which you
For my lost
For your eyes
which are never bright,
For your steps,
which are never right...
When you were
My life's first
Dark Hearted-Part 1Dark HeartedDark Hearted-Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The buckskin colt trembled, several seconds later, the blow of the powerful mares hoof struck him to the ground, and he let out an earsplitting wail.
Please dont hurt me! Please! I promise to never come back to the Dark Herds lands again! he pleaded.
The young red roan mare raised an eyebrow.
Who says I shouldnt she replied coolly, an icy edge to her tone.
Every other intruder has met the fatal blow with these words, she swished her chestnut tail in the warm sun that beated against her back, her green eyes narrowed to slits.
No-no! Please . I have my whole life ahead of me..please dont kill me please.. the buckskin yearlings voice was reduced to a whimper now.
The mare hesitated and lifted her head, to look at the powerful grey tobiano stallion that stood behind her, the expression on his face just as threatening as hers.
Finish him he snorted, nodding in encou
cinco de drunkoMy hair is turning trickscinco de drunko8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on me, as the wind dances through it.
It's cinco de drunko, and
I miss you, miss you
You're there without me,
and I'm here without you,
and the world still spins,
and the walls will still
Yo soy bailando un cumbia para ti,
y tus problemas.
porque ya soy el sol,
y las estrellas estan en sus ojos.
About Tsubasa ChroniclesAbout Tsubasa Chronicles4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The series begins by introducing childhood friends Syaoran, a young archaeologist investigating a ruin within the Kingdom of Clow, and Sakura, princess of the Kingdom of Clow and daughter of the late king Clow Reed. When Sakura visits Syaoran in the ruins, a pair of ghostly wings appear from her and disintegrate to other dimensions. As she descends into a catatonic state, the High Priest of the Kingdom of Clow, Yukito, realizes that these "feathers" Sakura's memories; but without them, she will die. Yukito transports the two to the world of the Dimensional Witch, Yūko Ichihara, where Syaoran begs the Witch to help him save Sakura.
In the Witch's world, Syaoran meets two others who each also has their own wish: Kurogane, a ninja who wishes to return to his home world after being banished from his world by Princess Tomoyo to allow him to learn what true strength is; and Fai D. Flowright, a magician who wishes to never return to his home world to avoid his king, Ashura-ō. In exc
texto 01.Hermosa como la primavera, cálida como el verano. En su mirada me pierdo, sus manos me transfiere armonía y su sonrisa cura mis heridas. La luz de mi camino, la esperanza de mis sueños. El ángel que vive a kilómetros de mi pero es la única que puede secar mis lágrimas. Diosa de las Diosas, tanto como en el exterior como en el interior. Mi salvación, mi alegría. Mi fuente de inspiración, la razón de mis días. La chica con la que he crecido y ahora ella ya es toda una mujer. Tiene demasiado amor dentro para dar. Tiene un corazón tan grande y puro que todos sus envidiosos le son imposible de ver. Radiante y esplendida como un día de playa. Dulce e increíble como suena su nombre: Destiny Hope Cyrus.texto 01.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The LHPIt began as a small project under NIST. An oddity, it was called, something that should never have received a single grant but somehow managed to survive. Leave it to the bureaucracy to spend tax-dollars researching the impossible. Maybe it was the media over-hyping the biotech sector, maybe it was the availability of art majors willing to call themselves scientists, maybe it was just a pandemic of stupidity, but the ball got rolling. They got a budget, a staff, a few offices, their own parking spots, even a title. "The National Institute of Standards of Humanity," they started calling themselves. They hired me in mid-July.The LHP8 years ago in Humor More Like This
I wasn't really sure why they needed a guy with my resume. I was too scientific for them; they had to have known that. Looney pseudo-scientists like these didn't need someone to stand around ranting about their lack of empirical methods and their logical fallacies. Hel
8 Tips for Writing Horror Stories8 Tips for Writing Horror Stories8 Tips for Writing Horror Stories5 days ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 2 “Genres” – Section 6 “Young Adult”
With Links to Supplementary Material
The next on our list of genres to talk about is the Horror genre. I talked a bit about this on my chapter on creating a Monster; but horror does not necessarily require a monster, just like monsters do not necessarily need to be strictly within the horror genre. So I highly recommend checking out that chapter as the second half of this one—as I will attempt to avoid repeats in information.
Tip 1: Maintain
My Really Long Webcomic GuideMy Really Long Webcomic Guide5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Jenny's Really Long Webcomic Guide
I have been getting quite a few emails and questions about starting up your own webcomic, so I decided to compile all the articles I'd written before into this one comprehensive guide.
This massive wall of text has several sections:
- How to start
- Getting the story started
- Readership & research
- The Internets!
These are my own guidelines, based on my own experiences, and these are my solutions to the problems and issues I have encountered along the way. This is not necessarily the one true way. There are probably many different solutions to any problem. And a bajillion books on this very subject too. But regardless of what I have to say, do what works for you!
So take your bathroom breaks now, because you'll be here for a bit! Sit tight and enjoy my blathering!
Part One: "How do you start a webcomic?" A Short Question... with a big, long, friggin' answer.
Okay, a l
MirageYou know how you broke me,Mirage5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but maybe you don't want to know,
or maybe you just don't care,
but I do.
You've been a mirage to me
for these last two years.
A veritable paradise,
always in sight but
perpetually out of reach.
And I know what I've done seems stupid but
when you are dying in the desert
you walk toward anything that looks like water
even though as you get closer and closer
you start to realize that it's probably nothing
you keep fucking walking because
you need it to be something.
And now that I'm finally close enough,
I'm forced to realize you aren't really there.
That you've never really been there.
oasisyouve had a bad dayoasis7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if I still loved you,
Id know what to do
take your hand and
lead you to a quiet
let you dive into my
warmth like arcing into
until the frown in your
eyes is gone
but that was long ago
and I don't know
what to do
Reflections on a lost soulIts been daysReflections on a lost soul7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Since i last saw Your smile-
heard Your voice-
ran my fingers through Your hair-
tasted Your warm, sweet kiss.
i feel You wherever i go.
Your presence surrounds me
like your arms used to.
i cant tell You how many times
i think of You each day.
i see remi
The Art of Refining ProseThe Art of Refining Prose7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The Art of Refining Prose
Many writers dread the editing process. Not only does it delay the showcase of prose, it can seem a tedious and painstaking task. Often, editing is more time-consuming than the initial writing and consequently, it is either ignored altogether or briefly indulged. This is a great shame. Sincere editing not only proves a pleasurable experience but invaluable to prose, as this is a wonderful opportunity to buff, polish and tighten the impact of one's writing.
Some might argue that editing is not only unnecessary, but detrimental to the raw concept of ones inspiration. The answer to this is simple: select a prose that hasnt been edited and compare against one that has. Its soon evident that a well-edited piece is not only easier to read, but communicates the authors ideas with greater clarity. Few Bestsellers hit the shelves having skipped the editing office. And unless the author has behind them years upon years of writi
Artist Alley 101Artist Alley 1013 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
ARTIST ALLEY 101
Hi there deviantart guinea pigs! 8D I'm preparing an outline for a panel at A-kon! I have vast experience attending conventions and displaying my work. What I've written here are my total thoughts on how to do your first artist alley. It has not been made into an outline yet. What I'm needing is feedback, questions, and conversations about this information so I can decide what I might add or take away from this discussion before creating a final outline and hand out! Please help me! I'd really appreciate any comments you feel ready to leave! I am not really a comfortable public speaker, I only feel capable once I have prepared material extensively for the occasion.
Why to do an artist alley:
AA can turn a nice profit for a lot of people, but more often than not, First Con Ever is a learning experience more than a bountiful retail extravaganza. But before you shy away from losing money, consider that you'll probably pay more for a single college class and
transcontinentalToday, I let myself go,transcontinental7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
severing my heart from yours,
unknotting the words and the ribbon.
Silences are defined by unspoken thoughts,
plauged by meaningless gestures,
eaten alive by laughter.
Our love is a memory.
Dark Hearted-Part 2Dark HeartedDark Hearted-Part 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The water of the crystal clear lake lapped gently at its shores, the deep heart of it reflected the beautiful blue in the sky.
A young, dun mare drank from the lake, swishing her tail in content. Her deep, golden coat shone in the sun, and her white blaze glowed.
Around her, other horses drank too, as the heat of the day had obviously gotten to the herd, and the lake was on their territory, after all.
Savannah! Hey, Savannah!
She lifted her head, flicking her tail in greeting to the young black stallion who approached her.
Ravenstorm she greeted the raven pelted stallion, who stopped beside her.
Savannah, Ive been looking all over for you! I couldnt find you on the trip to here.. where were you? he asked, cocking his head.
Savannah felt guilty at this, she had told Ravenstorm she would walk with him on the herds trip to the lake, when infact, she had gone with someone else.
The pretty dun mare opened her mouth to
My WristMy Wrist8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I take the pills they gave me
Take the pills
It floats off and away like the seeds of a dandelion flower. It becomes unattached,
A dead appendage, phantom in it's movements.
If I don't take the pills they gave me
Take the pills
It burns like a sulfur lake and I grasp it close to my body, like a child, to suckle at my breast for comfort.
It's there, then it's not. A disappearing act. The lady cut in half. A resounding chorus of "my body is a temple" and my wrist has been mixed in with the mortar, cut up and diced and stirred up and mixed into cement.
If I take the pills the pain will end
Take the pills
The pain will end
But so will my cognition and sensation and oh, my, friend:
My arm will stop at a stub.
Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Verse: (The universe your character belongs to. Can be original or fanfiction. [Ex: Original : The name of your book, movie, game or whatever. Fanfiction: Pokemon, Star Trek, Naruto, ect.)
Date: (The date this sheet was completed.)
Full Name: (Self explanatory)
Pronunciation: (Self explanatory)
Nickname/Alias: (Does your character have a pet name, fake identity, or any other thing they like to go by? Put it here.)
Meaning: ([Ex: Emily means "admiring" and William means "protector"] If you aren't sure your character's name has a meaning look it up, I'm sure you'll find something. If it's a fantasy name you made yourself, give it a meaning.)
Origin: (How did you come up with your character's name?)
Title: (Do have a title along with their name? [Ex: Sir, Captain, Ms.])
Pet Name: (What do other people call your character? [kid, squirt, babe, ect] May be insulting, endearing, or a combination of both. May have more than one, if other characters call them different things.
ID Number: (A num
fuckfuck12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fuck your little smile
and your teasing little eyes
fuck your tender touches
and fuck your little lies
fuck everything about you
everything that drew me in
the reason why im drowning
the reason i cant swim
you said you\'d fucking be there
but you werent when i needed you most
fuck your petty excuses
to me youre just a ghost
a spirit that wont leave me
or give me fucking peace
all i want is your arms around me
and for that im losing sleep
you just keep denying me
of the love i know is mine
im desperate cuz i need you
where do i draw the line?
i love you but i hate you
and for that i say fuck this
refusing me everything ive given
ignoring my only wish...
True strengthStrength.True strength7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The definition of strength varies among people.
Some people believe that strength comes from being superior.
Winning all the time, making others lose, pointing their weaknesses, and condescending them.
They believe that strength comes from how much they don't fall.
But a true strength is not determined by how much weakness they don't have.
It's determined by their strength to embrace and accept their weaknesses.
There is nothing wrong with being weak or wrong, or not knowing something.
Because what really matters is how they acknowledge and accept these weaknesses and strive for improvement.
A show of ignorance or an offensive response is merely a cover over their desperate need to hide and deny their weaknesses.
It's easy to deny, to be seen strong. But they can't fight their inner desperation of such greed.
It takes a lot to accept. It takes true strength to admit mistakes, admit defeat, to overcome their inner desire to be superior.
It's okay to have weaknesses
Blank Character Bio SheetBASIC INFORMATIONBlank Character Bio Sheet7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Nickname(s) or Alias:
City or town of birth:
Preferred style of clothing:
Frequently worn jewellery/accessories:
Recreational Drug User? Which?
Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities:
Any medication regularly taken: