CloverClover4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
hagiwara no haba enen to nobi ni keri
the span of the clover field
on and on
Collarbone kisses for scones.My Victrola called the hounds of hellCollarbone kisses for scones.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who sat and listened for His Masters Voice.
Alas, they waited in vain.
Their master was a mime, you see.
All black-and-white, awfully
m o n o c h r o m a t i c
and awfully quiet.
He is pleasant company to keep at a
melancholy sort of tea-time, all silence and static.
He seemed quite out-of-place amongst
the Mad Hatter and the March Hare.
A lad in all the wrong attire, with those
down-cast eyes and a wilted rose in
his lapel, all white-and-black and
black-and-white and back again.
I pried each key away from the piano
(like pulling and pulling at teeth)
and made a new casket.
My little white-and-black boy laid himself
down to rest awhile before returning to
his job in a perpetual game of charades.
He fit well in place of the 88,
even if he didnt have the range or the rhythm.
With my homely instrument out of commission
for the time being, I took to giving my mute
amour a new image.
Added some colour to his blanc-et-noir
OscaresOscares6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Muchas de las cosas que hacía Aldo, Óscar no entendía. No sólo cuando se explicaba diciendo lo que se le ocurría, sino cuando no decía nada. Cuando Aldo no decía nada era una omisión absoluta. Óscar sabía que por mucho que preguntase, Aldo siquiera era capaz de jugar con el asunto. Pero había cosas que sí le podía explicar.
Como lo de las cartas.
-¿Qué haces, Aldo?
Óscar se asomaba por la orilla de la mesa, mirando el pedazo de papel con las marcas desordenadas que iba rasgando el payaso.
Entonces se daba una vuelta de nuevo por la habitación, para al rato volver donde Aldo.
-¿Y qué es una carta?
Aldo seguía escribiendo mientras respondía.
Óscar en este momento me pregunta qué es una carta Escribió.
-Es un mensaje para alguien que está lejos y no puedes visitar. Es como decirle cosas a quien no está y es muy importante.
Abandonedi.Abandoned6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at night i practice dying for you
i hold in my breath for so long
until my lungs are about to buckle
and i can feel my ribs splinter from the pressure
and just before i give in to living
i think to myself, this must be
what you feel like all the time.
its raining again tonight
i can hear the pounding outside my window
taptaptapping its way inside my thought patterns
wedging its way into my memory
and i hate that i can still remember the loveless nights
where we used to mirror the rolling thunder raging outside
and try to recreate them under my favorite sheets
you used to promise me things that ive been promised before
sure, they were cliche and over used
but dammit, it was pure gold coming from your lips
through my sleep encrusted eyes i felt the crystals form and spill over
they were falling, tumbling crashing
and where were you with your broken dream catcher
diamonds are a girls best friend i always said,
and you made damn sure that i had nobody left
we used to com
Sky TearsSky Tears10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ground beckons for my cold flesh's embrace, and I am all alone.
While you watch from above,
In the warm embrace of Tomorrow,
I stand here on my own,
Numbed by the frozen air.
Can you hear my skies rain from all the way up there?
And here I stand,
way down here,
stuck inside the lonely pit of Yesterday.
Looking up from six feet down,
I can only see the stygian darkness of the stormclouds reign.
The cerulean blue sky is nothing but a memory to my bloodstained eyes;
Scarred by weakness, pain, intolerance and solitude.
And there, just when it couldn't get any colder, any darker,
The rain begins to fall, and the ground beneath my eyes sees floods.
These teardrops of t
My StrawberryMorals are hand in handMy Strawberry5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And beliefs escape eager lips
Mingle in our atmospher
And gather at our hips..
Capture my grinning cheeks
As kaleidoscope green eyes search my soul
Seeking love with butterfly kisses
While fervent fingers
Find solace in my center.
Tiny waves of shivers
Make my toes curl
As lips collide
And tongues tie,
"I Love You," whispered for ticklish ears to take in and cherish.
I Wanna Die TonightShe said, \"I wanna die tonight. This night is perfect for it. The stars cry for me already. They don\'t know that I\'m still here. So there is no point in staying. The sky is screaming for it. I wanna die tonight. The time is right for it.\"I Wanna Die Tonight12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He said, \"You don\'t wanna die tonight. Look out at the moon. She shines a different light. She knows your true power. She shines for you still. You live for it. You don\'t wanna die tonight. The night is when you truly live.\"
She said, \"I am death tonight. The night is when the pain comes out. The night is when it\'s dark. I come alive, but realize who I really am. I am that darkness out there. Not the moon, or the stars. I am the deep, dark black. I am death tonight. This is how it must be.\"
He said, \"Take me with you. The world is begging for it. Take me away into that deep dark nothing. Where it doesn\'t hurt or burn or sting. Take my tortured soul into the night and fly away in the sky. Take me with you. Take me out of this life.\"
SKIN IS ODD.That night, when I woke up,SKIN IS ODD.6 years ago in Other More Like This
I realised I had found you,
You were more than just a dream.
This was something to come to terms with.
There was something in those big blue eyes,
through the midnight riots, that called to me.
The sweet way you stared, and the way you
screamed MERCY at the top of your lungs.
Charcoal-stained hands on that pretty
alabaster skin you wore so well.
The way you traced curlicues
around my shoulderblades
sent such a shiver down my spine,
it couldve well been an
orgasm of lust for your touch.
Youd spin m
Falling Into the FlowIt seemsFalling Into the Flow5 years ago in Open More Like This
Or in argument
Whether or not
It's worth the risk
To look into someone
You don't really know.
Is easily swayed
And easily effected
By the opinions of others
That rend quick judgment
Without the thought
We ever put into
Is probably misjudged
And probably a mess,
Or maybe a simple
You can fight with yourself
Or shoo me away
As I attempt
To mend fences
In my intents.
All I have to do
Is convince myself
That it's just okay
EscapeSome day I'll leave justEscape6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
To get away from this place
And escape my fate
9 Consejos para tu logotipo.9 Consejos para tu logotipo.5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Diseñar logotipos es una de las cosas más difíciles a las que un diseñador se enfrenta. Pese a esto, la mayoría de los diseñadores sobre todo los principiantes siguen creyendo que es una cosa muy fácil y trivial. En el mundo hay muy pocos grandes diseñadores de logotipos pero habrá algunos que saben hacer un trabajo decente cuando hace falta. Reciente es difícil encontrar diseñadores de logos que por lo menos no produzcan basura.
No puedo decirte como ser un gran diseñador de logotipos (si lo supiera, lo sería), para eso hace falta experiencia, preparación y quizá talento. Pero lo que puedo es darte unos cuantos consejos, para que al menos, tus diseños apesten un poco menos y quizá se aproximen a algo bueno.
1. No uses más de una tipografía.
Un diseñador habilidoso puede usar dos, pero tu no, tu limítate a una sola tipografía. Creeme, no hay nada que grite "a
How to Learn a LanguageHave you tried learning a language on your own? It's pretty difficult, which sends most people running. However, learning a language can be really rewarding. Most people where I'm from dream of visiting Italy, Spain, and various other parts of Europe, and it's much safer and more enjoyable to travel if you can speak even a little of the native language. Similarly, most natives prefer tourists who can at least somewhat understand them. Sadly, even with compelling reasons, learning a language on your own can seem impossible, but you don't have to worry. There's only three things you need to learn a language: interest, determination, and the right source.How to Learn a Language6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
STEP ONE: Choose your source.
How do you learn best? Do you remember pictures? Can you remember your teachers almost word for word after lectures? Do you prefer to read about something and take notes? There are hundreds of different language learning sources and not a single one of them is the wrong way to learn. If y
With LoveWith love,With Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I take your hand
I press a kiss to your lips
"Together, we'll take a stand."
"And make forever seem a short trip."
She holds me tight
She caresses my face
"You and I--We're just right."
"With you, there is no disgrace."
We walk down memory lane
We speak sweet everythings of truth
"I told you--It couldn't be more plain."
"I am, forever in love with you."
Consejos para designersConsejos para designers6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
10 cosas que no te enseñan en tu escuela de diseño
El paso del mundo académico al laboral es siempre difícil, particularmente para quienes trabajamos en el campo del diseño porque nos vemos obligados a aprender las condiciones en las que se trabaja sobre la marcha.
Este post recoge 10 cosas que habitualmente no te enseñan pero deberías saber para dar el salto al mundo profesional.
1. Tu diploma no te ayuda a encontrar trabajo
Pero tu portafolio sí. Por supuesto que es bueno tener una educación en diseño y un título que lo pruebe, pero cuando se trata de obtener dinero de tus clientes ellos quieren ver de lo que eres capaz, no un diploma.
2. El buen diseño lleva tiempo, no fijar fechas límites muy ajustadas
Cuando estás en la escuela de diseño los profesores fijan las fechas de entrega de los trabajos y tratan de darte el tiempo suficiente. Tu jefe o tu cliente no serán como tu profesore
RestingHere I lay so cold and alone,Resting6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I have laied for years,
Here I will stay for centeries.
I lost so much,
And gained so little,
To the world I was invisible,
What was I?
I was small,
Now I' big,
I was shy,
Now I'm bold,
I was helpful,
Now I'm rude!
I won the war,
Now I sit in regret,
In who I was.
Now I stand above,
Thoughts of why...
Why I'm me,
Why did I let her,
To die deep within,
Where no light,
Or hope dare to go!
UniqueI should hate her but I don't.Unique5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think of the all the hate that would be wasted on her.
then I think of all of the sisterly love I could give her because she is just. like. me.
not in mind or body or spirit. we just live the lives of ones condemned
to abnormality. differentiality.
romeo & juliet stories of tragic love.
different love. love that condemns us all.
never meant to pass the lips of a saint. but constantly passes the lips of us sinners
and this venom I spew of hate and love have all just barely boiled over the surface of my skin.
boiled from the back of my throat spilling. slipping. tripping my brain through sleepless nights
I should have said something. or not said something
depending on how you look at it.
I am pretty sure she had neglected to mention
that she had taken
what was kindofsortofneverreallycompletely mine. the one thing that was most easily stolen
if you happened to get on the good side of my kindofsortofneverr
Forgotten Memories~ Forgotten Memories ~Forgotten Memories8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In my forgotten memories
You dwell with all my sadness,
In this place is all my fear and anger
To live there must be madness.
The time has past
The sun has risen,
But still you live
In this dread-filled prison.
My forgotten memories
Are not cheerful and bright,
And so you reside
In a place with no light.
The heart I gave
Was broken and tossed,
So in my memories
You're forever lost.
The fightMy life is full od darkness,The fight6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pain and misery,
I wish to rid it of my life,
But regret bids me..
Every spark of happiness,
People try to show,
Every good deed,
Ends in blood,
Love I try to give,
Gets rejected and burned...
I cry tears,
As hate pumps into me,
That slowly sinks to crimson,
But only with a cut up tongue.
The love I get,
Is numb in conherint,
Painful to the scourching touch,
To have some idea...
How hard this is for me,
I get after to be drained
Just to say I love you?
The darkness chills
I need you,
But don't you fight my battle,
so as inside I fight
I trust you won't change
Little AliceLittle Alice12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the hole
Swallow one of two pills
Take a drink
Eat a 'shroom
Through the small door
Out into the maze
Talk to a bug
Eat some 'shroom
Follow the voice
White, hopping white
Pull the scissor from your pocket
Gouge and maim
For you see...
...that's when Little Alice had enough of hearing "I'm Late!!"
Sink or swimEvery day is the same.Sink or swim6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Get up, get dressed, get ready,
School begins, teacher talking.
Put down the book, put down the pencil,
Always the same, almost unchanging.
Constant tedious monotony.
don't want to stay,
My mindMy mindMy mind6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It drips, cold, dark. Eyes inclosed with secrets, lips sealed with lies, teeth buried under blood. What is this place? Oh, I remember its my home, away from everything, it is my mind. Covered in my salvation, but.......something is missing?
Ive been betrayed by many, and many more will come, I have hurt more then one, Ive lusted more then I could take or trick. The dark, the night has always been my time, where my thoughts play like movies, pleasing what hides within the shadows.
I look down, my salvation reflects back at me, pain.......it has been a loving friend, and a gruesome enemy. Blood flows full of anger, II look through my reflection, through the anger. Its cold like a fresh blade, I dont like what Im going to see, even though its me I see , even though Im analyzing myself...........
I dont like the force of hate that stares back, dull, and with no expression. Holding experiences not yet felt, holding pain from the past and future, t
ReplacementYou promised me you wouldn't,Replacement5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I voiced my fears.
You assured me of your feelings,
And dried up all my tears.
But you don't notice that she's stealing,
Precious moments from our life.
You don't realize that she's pushing
All my thoughts back into strife.
When you told me you were looking,
For your wonderful new friend.
You hadn't noticed I'd been waiting
For you to come around the bend.
I can't hope to keep on watching
With a silent smile on my face.
So before I end up hurting,
It'll leave without a trace.
Out the windowI look upon an empty road where concrete rollsOut the window6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in dry spools of gray.
Wires criss-cross like spilt vermicelli hung in air.
Cats prowl in narrows, dust rises, and the day
smells like a grave - blank, supine, where one by one
all voices die.