One of ThoseShe was one of those strange little girls, the kind who never fit in with the dress-wearing ones . . . the ones who played with dolls, braided hair for fun, and talked about being mommies one day. She preferred overalls to little pink sundresses and hiking boots to white Keds. She played with her brothers friends, the only blonde in the roaming pack of testosterone.One of Those5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With her hair pulled tight into a ponytail, she chased the ice cream man and outran the Heinburgs German Shepherds. She leapt over creeks and onto dog piles, having nothing to do with clean games.
The little girls she was predestined to play with called her names whenever she walked by their tea parties. Her revenge was quick, however. One well-placed hit during a cul-de-sac baseball game was all she needed to splatter their dresses and stuffed rabbits with Lipton and send them crying to their mothers.
At night she would escape from her family: a grandmother who said she would die alone, a mother who
MELTYearning for youMELT4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Longing for your intimacy
Being easy lover
Ahriman's dividing us
Cold steel vacuum
Never among them
Never within you
Different, difficult / The mood, the mind
Mortified by your sunshine / I have stones in my eyes
I do not have a face / I only have a hand
The ambivalence of narcissistic fierceness
Been too long and deep in the darkness / To reach out again
Can't exhale / Just inhale morphed reality flow
Borderline dystopia / Dysfunction
Where do you all live, wonderful unfamiliar aliens?
It's All That Will RemainI sit and stare at a decreased horizonIt's All That Will Remain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mocked by improvement,
Devoured by development.
I sit and stare at the grass, once so green
Now yellow, as the light from dusk
mixes with light from the street lamps,
The cold sentinels, lining the streets.
I sit on an island of life,
designed for aesthetics,
I stare at the advancing
Stone and tar
Hungry for more.
A last refuge for life,
In the cities of the dead.
The color of waterHe takes my hand and plants heat in my palm.The color of water6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Hurry, hurry, he urges me and his voice is distant and warm.
Its June but there are no crickets chirping. The air has turned into tulle and swallows veil themselves in pink and gray. The ground opens greedy under our feet as we run, we stumble into her hunger for moons and craters, for dirt. Its swollen and clods like balloons creak in the dense dusk and fill the clouds. We spoon them in our soles, the rain forks them. Were cols of paper, flushes of spilt milk and our lines disappear as the water keeps overwriting. Were bronchi, fleshy and bloody and white with air and the air thumps around us like a big heart, dipping into the ground and popping out as she spits it, crying all the names of the sun. It embraces her like a lusty lover, howling, moaning, screaming, returns her to her most savage and frantic desire breathe, breathe, breathe. A million little lungs.
He drags me into the small hut and we
HappinessI was born in a cell,Happiness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Built by my father.
Raised on a steady diet,
Of poverty and piety.
I was born wrong.
I grew up with no mouth,
No friends to hear my voice.
I searched for a man to love me,
Like my daddy never could.
I worked on assembly lines,
A human slave in a steel world.
I hid my hate from the system,
And it learned to love me.
I took it softly in my hands,
And bent it to submission.
I tore down factories,
And made grass grow.
I showed the world feathers,
and lace and buttons and leather,
Turquoise and Taupe and Vermillion,
I taught awkward boys to dance,
Cold girls to love. Liars to tell the truth,
And killers to live.
When my day was ending,
And on my bed I was growing paler,
I lifted myself one more time,
Happiness is something to be worked for.
I Used To BeOur toes are making tidal waves in the water, dusk-dazed legs dangling from the pier, as she rests her head on my shoulder. Hair the color of cedar bark, and as fine as spider silk, tickles my chin, as she lifts her cheek.I Used To Be4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My eyelids, pinned down by fireflies and dying embers, open sleepily, and I scan her body, a slender silhouette against the burning sunset. "I used to be a mermaid." Her lips, the pale pink of a catfish belly, whisper to me, as fingertips brush the white tips of persistent waves.
I can't manage more than a drowsy, "Oh?" captivated by the curve of her back, bent so can whisper to the waves, and the quiet melody she produces with her words.
"Mhmm." It's more of a sigh, dripping with longing, that splashes into the warm water, and caresses our feet. "But they caught me in their nets. I remember the sudden change of current, and the sweeping green mesh that stole me out of my waters. Their wide eyes, and grimy fingers, insistent on poking and prodding my every limb. They
Devil In The Details - Chpt 1My alarm shrieked at me from across the room while I struggled to disentangle myself from my sheets. Finally free I stomped across to my desk and hit the off button. I'm not a great morning person. In fact, I should probably come with a warning label of some kind. But it suits my line of work, after all very few of the malevolent supernatural set I have encountered tend to put a foot out of line before sundown.Devil In The Details - Chpt 15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I looked at my bed, briefly considering making it before I took a shower. The ache in my muscles and the lingering smell of cigarette smoke in my hair strong-armed the faint domestic feelings back into submission. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water pour over me. The water pummelled my tired shoulders and I let the heat soak into my skin. I shouldn't have even been working last night, but I couldn't resist getting a little bit of extra practice in before tonight. Strictly off the books of course. Squires aren't supposed to hunt solo. But following orders isn't one of
with an absentminded smileShe hands me my school uniform; it is warm like crumpets fresh from the toaster. Another winter, another year to my small collection and she still does this every day.with an absentminded smile7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It doesn't matter that my feet are nearly as big as hers or that I'm too old for dolls or lego; this was like nestling in her arms when I was twenty inches long, soothed by the soft humming of a lullaby - that she told me later on was a Phil Collins song, not a nursery rhyme like all the other kids had - whispering memories echoed the name of Crystal, a fellow five year old at school who taught me a real nursery rhyme, Jack and Jill. I thought it was a secret song she'd had made up, but when I told mum she sang along too; and so we hummed together, with tiny specks of caramel dotted around our lips from a treat, which was a congratulations for a certificate of some description.
Though the routine never spoiled the surprise, I worried of a monotonous feeling for her, perhaps she felt like a slave. Maybe when she took my c
Fate SmiledFate Smiled8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That day I saw you,
That wondrous day when fate smiled at me,
Was the day I knew what it meant to live.
There was something in the way you greeted me,
The way your eyes saw my soul like no other before,
That assured my heart it was safe with you.
You were just like me,
Self-broken and falling apart.
None of us knew the answers,
But we knew we could journey together in search of them.
Together we healed:
Holding each other's hearts in trembling hands.
Knowing no matter the distance between us,
We had finally found that one thing we desired:
RainbowsThere's nothing that makes my heart grow cold more than waking up to blank slate grey skies,Rainbows4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remembering that just after you've come, you'll leave me again.
Sitting alone with all my friends at breakfast,
And starting the day just wrong.
Trying my best to smile for crowds with indistinct crowds,
Warming milk and trying not to stare into space.
Moving in the same patterns over and over,
In an ambivalent dance of monotony,
As thought it'd make time drip at all.
Just as the sun fills half the sky,
All that I can look forward to is walking home in the rain.
But then the weather turns just when you touch me,
And at the end of the light you'd bring me all the colours,
And that would be enough.
All I WantAll I WantAll I Want5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You're leaving?" Ichigo asked, he not only looked, but he SOUNDED like a sad puppy, she giggled, "Just for a few hours, I'll be back by Christmas ok?" "Christmas is tommorrow morning... can't you wait until I can come with you?" he pouted, she giggled, "I just have to run to the Soul Society so I can tell Brother about the rock you gave me," she said, tapping on her engagement ring, "Tell him over the phone like you did everyone else!!" he complained, she giggled, "Now that is rude Ichigo, he's my brother, he desevres to be told in person," "You better be back here by tommorrow morning," she smiled, "I'll be here before you wake," she stated, placing a chaste kiss on the lips and leaping out the window, he sighed and watched her tiny body disapear through the snow, "It's six o'clock now... she better be back in the next six hours..." he muttered
Ichigo glanced at the clock, "10:00 ... And she still isn't back...." he mumbeled, he had been doing nothing but waiting for her f
HungerHunger12 years ago in Humor More Like This
Lynn had never seen her eat so much. The fish finger entrée, the soup, the salad and lasagne, the two pieces of chocolate cake... Lynn stared at her still half full plate of salad. It was insane. As Clara ordered her third piece of cake, Lynn couldn\'t hold it in any longer.
"What is up with you?" she asked. "I have never seen you eat so much!"
Clara blushed and swallowed. "Well, I am eating for two now..."
Lynn yelled happily. "Oh god! Oh god, you didn't tell me you and Frank were trying to get pregnant! When's it due?"
Clara's blush deepened. "Actually, she said, wiping the chocolate from the corner of her mouth, "I have a tapeworm."
I Was ThereI was there when Horus killed the Emperor.I Was There3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was there when Temeraire hatched.
I was there when Harry heard the words "yer a wizard."
I was there when Dresden brought down lightning.
I was there when the 597th Valhallan was formed.
I was there for the First Founding of Tanith.
I was there for the Big Bang.
I was there when Horus killed the Emperor.
I was there when Captain Laurence became a prince.
I was there when Prongs ran again.
I was there to see Sue hunt again.
I was there to see Cain's Last Stand - both of them.
I was there to see Tanith fought for.
I was there to see the first stars ignite.
I was there when Horus killed the Emperor.
I was there when treason saved the dragons.
I was there when war came to Hogwarts.
I was there when Dresden used the knife.
Last KissShe thought her love for him was slowly fadingLast Kiss7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As she stood beneath the stars
For as she Gazed within his eyes
It was only then she worked out
She did not know him
As she thought she did
For his eyes were like
An ocean deep beneath its waves
The darkness they held were everlasting
Holding mysteries and years
She had not seen before
She had thought it meant she did not love him
She whispered into his ear
I do not love you anymore
She knew then
She had broken his heart into a million pieces
For there upon his eyelid lay a sparkling tear
She had never before seen a tear in his eye
It turned her heart to ice
He took her hand and kissed it
Unknown to her
This was the last kiss he would ever give to a soul
For he ran into the ocean
And disappeared within its waves
She stood there
The memory of his last kiss
Graved within her heart and soul forever
She lay upon the soft yellow sand
And gazed sadly towards the stars
And wept until she could not weep no more
She knew she had killed the only sou
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
Ever Notice?--1You Ever Notice? part-1Ever Notice?--15 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You ever notice, some people think it's cool to be crazy? Really, they think it makes them 'unique' or something. They say it jokingly, most people. But some of them, they take pride in it. They think they're just getting the biggest compliment when someone says they're nuts. It means they stand out, it means they have something people notice.
Now, real crazy people, they don't want you to know they're crazy. That is, if they know themselves. I guess I can't say that, I'm not crazy myself, but I know some people, and they just don't want people to notice. Take this girl. She's right down the street from me, year older, always has been. She's fucking insane. You know how I know? Because she's so. Perfectly. Bland. She doesn't stand out a bit, you wouldn't notice her in a crowd of one. You can't
As It Happens - Chapter 1As It Happens - Chapter 17 years ago in Teen More Like This
My mom meant everything to me, and I had always admired her. As a little girl, my mom would go out of her way to make it my school functions and the occasional softball game (which I sucked at). Yet she was my biggest fan. I still don't know how she managed to go to my softball game in the seventh grade and Lindsey's school play all in the same night.
I may have looked like her, but my mom was definitely prettier, though she wouldn't dare to admit it. She had long, golden blonde hair (literally, the way it looks in movies, it wasn't fair), and even though she was forty-two, she could get away with pigtails. My hair was white blonde, nowhere near as beautiful as my mother's. She and I both had piercing blue eyes; however the lack of sleep in my schedule is causing mine to turn a dull gray.
Sometimes when I think of my mom, anger gets t
CHILDICHILD4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this world
Childish Not reserved
The stories I make
The risks I take
They're all evidence of my immature heart
Why do I write?
Why do I fix my presence?
The presence in my mind
To have proof of this kind of existence?
Or to get rid of the streams in my brain?
I binge on words
I binge on tones
Surrounded by happy laughter and pain
The air hits my head with every step I take
Is it work or is it glee
Is this the road for me
Will I ever see
Where it's all heading at
I'm just a child
So please treat me with care
I am not that strong
I'm vulnerable and bare
somewhere in betweenYoure the little placesomewhere in between6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between awake and asleep:
I remember dreaming.
HeavenLove was all that I needed to liveHeaven7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And I found it there in your heart
But I lost it in a haze of events
For you left me without a word
In a world with all but compassion
I tried so hard not to cry
Because I knew you hated to see me cry
But the pain my soul was enduring was overwhelming
For it had lost its heart
I miss you
I miss you so badly
I hope I will see you again one day
I know it will be in heaven
A beautiful place full of hope and dreams
But until then
Everyday I think of you
And the day you slipped away from me
That day was the day I knew my life had changed forever
The only thing that soothes my soul
Is when I talk to you within my mind
Hoping that you can hear me
The only thing I heard from the day you slipped away from me
Was the sound of my howling soul
It has been in pain
For its heart was ripped away from it
To this day do I hear my howling soul
All I can do is pray that the day I fly to heaven
Will come soon
LonlinessTell me lonliness, what's it gonna takeLonliness11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For you to leave me alone today
Dead WorldBurnt earth,Dead World5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and a dried up river.
I'm looking around
but this is all that my eyes see.
I can't remember anything.
How I came to this place
why I went here
and who I am...
I take a step forward
and walk over charred bones.
And with every other step
I remember a little
how this place was like
a long time ago...
Blooming flowers and
green grass under my feet.
Water flowing in the river
that flows down to the sea...
My head is hurting.
This pictures of a beautiful world,
that became to this place...
What has happened to this world?
Slowly I'm going on
walking over the muddy earth.
As I come to the edge of a big crater
I realize, that the sea has been here
a long time ago, before the water has evaporated.
I walk into the crater.
Step by step I feel I'm coming closer.
But closer to what?
I try to remember, but it's like the memory
has been locked away.
forward, to the feeling.
My eyes spot a small rock
and before I realized it
pictures flash in my head.
1. Introduction1. Introduction7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Welcome to my story
A life of words that rhyme
Truth be told its horror
Broke my grand design
My life is filled with wonder
Things of which Im proud
But every drop that passes
Darkens my black cloud
I was banished once from heaven
To my earthly grave
A hell thats wrought with demons
No angels came to save
So every thought thats in my head
Spills upon this page
The message in my bottle
Release me from my cage