The Death of a PhotorealistThe Death of a Photorealist or the insignificance and treason of imagesThe Death of a Photorealist6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
An original story by Gromyko
Once upon a time a very skilled painter painted a picture of an apple by copying it from a photograph taken by his friend...
he painted the apple so well that one might have mistaken it for an actual photograph.
He exhibited the painting and received praises for his extraordinary skill in duplicating the actual photograph...
The apple had became some sort of a celebrity among the artworks in the exhibit.
The artist became famous.
Then came the angel of God to the artist in a dream.
He told the painter..."do you honestly believe that god takes pleasure on your works?" "do you think that you are good because you have painted the apple so well that people mistakes it for an actual apple?"
No my lord, said the painter...i painted it because im good at painting things i like to paint...
"do you think the lord delights on you reason?, do you think that you are delightful becaus
DawnDawn3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dawns the morn so very bright and bold
that night's dark face can only turn away;
and all our dreams in sunlit skies are sold
as eventide gives pardon to the day.
She feels the cloak of dreams unclasp their sway
and fading softly spun into the gold,
that she will rise from sleep and make her way
ere morning grows another second old.
20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight1) It's poorly written. Stephen King can back me up on SMeyer being a horrible writer.20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2) Those are not vampires, they're sparkly fags. And by fag, I don't mean gay, I mean fag.
3) Edward is a 107 year old virgin. Can you say pathetic?
4) Bella has no redeeming qualities; she's a very weak main character. Physically she isn't strong. She can't run away right even; she trips too much. She's not smart, either, she's almost brain dead (come on, how long did it take her to figure out Edward was a vampire again?). She's not very pretty. She's not nice; she treats her friends horribly, and wants nothing to do with normal boys who aren't monsters. Somehow, everyone loves her, despite all this, which only makes her even more dislikable.
5) There is no plot. Or, if there is, it was so small I missed it.
6) Edward is abusive and a stalker.
7) Bella has absolutely no opposition to Edward stalking her. (In Buffy the Vampire slayer, Buffy tells Angel that girls don't like being stalked. She actuall
ZW Day 3: Social NetworkingZW Day 3: Social Networking4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Wednesday, 2011 July 27 (16:01:10)
Last_Southern_Waterbender is online.
[16:01] Last_Southern_Waterbender: Hey stranger.
[16:02] bluespirit16: hey avoiding homework?
[16:02] Last_Southern_Waterbender: as always.
[16:03] bluespirit16: it never ceases to amaze me that you can be so lazy and yet still have good grades.
[16:05] Last_Southern_Waterbender: talent plus practice. want to make a chatroom for our friends?
[16:06] bluespirit16: nah. then I'd have to share you.
[16:07] Last_Southern_Waterbender: *sarcasm* and it would kill you to do that
[16:08] bluespirit16: you never know. it could.
[16:09] Last_Southern_Waterbender: yeah, and water could melt you.
[16:10] bluespirit16: you're awfully sarcastic today.
[16:11] Last_Southern_Waterbender: you bring it out in me.
[16:11] bluespirit16: I do?
[16:11] Last_Southern_Waterbender: yes
Succumbing feelingsI dont want to feelSuccumbing feelings7 years ago in Other More Like This
Inside you or me
And after questions
And in full resignation.
Screams that grate on the ear
Slides that force thru my eyes
Spikes that penetrate my fingers
Scent that makes me nauseous
And flavor that poisons my taste buds.
And past and future compressed in now
From first to the last and nothing more
Every piece of knowledge and effort
That ever passed thru human mind.
Cause in the blood and veins of those who feel
Lies the bullet that is going to ruin decades of experience.
Only one thing can be done.
Ploaie in maiParfum dulceag de primăvara prafuităPloaie in mai8 years ago in Other More Like This
Şoaptă tărăgănată şi o poveste năruită
Ca un ostaş timid în după amiaza-nfierbântată
Fior nelegiuit şi sterp pe pielea-nmiresmată
Îngemanare a cerului pe-asflatul cel dogoritor
Un strop de-aghiasmă vibreaza strunele văzduhului
Şi impregnat cu pulbere deşartă si iz îmbătător
Plămădeşte pământul însetat cu seva începutului.
Topeşte amintiri,spală păcate şi-neacă vise
Dezmiardă chipuri reci şi-atingeri interzise
Mângâie umerii goi şi părul despletit
Ca un sărut suav,de gheaţă, pe spatele arcuit.
Pasiuni mocnind în unghere mucegăite
Sub norii plini şi grei de gânduri tăinuite
Dezbracă suflete pustii şi sting dureri febrile
Ca un stigmat bolnăvicios imprima amăgire
Forbidden loveIt was the math of you and meForbidden love7 years ago in Other More Like This
Two different species that defy biology
We shared the dream of breaking theory
And sealed the doors and we denied to see.
Was me, was you, was never known
The ironic vaudeville when it begun to grow
I still remember when we're lying in the snow
With eyes wide open and glazing to the afterglow.
Who cares you're made of ice and I'm designed to burn?
That you're immortal and I'm dying from the second I was born?
Your blood is blue and mine is red and I'm alive and you are dead
They say you left and I remember while I'm struggling in my bed
Our days have past but there are things I still don't understand.
A memory of you and me has never end
To haunt the places where we used to spend
Warm days of happiness in our private fairy land
We let the walls among reality and us to spread.
The scars I have will never mend
But start to blur like drawings on the sand
Run from my mind and end up in your head
Screaming against, just like a child you forgot to fed.
Tapestryit can be broken, it can be wasted, tasted, dust and bloomTapestry6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
through the reds,
the blues, the moon
we still search throughout the colors,
throughout vagrant hues
yet when we find, at very last
swilled at the bottom of the drinking glass,
answers to our questions new
of olden dark, of olden true
purple droplets of nights befall
through it all
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
Eternal PainHeal my wounds,Eternal Pain11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sew me up,
Just in time,
To beat me up.
Take the dagger,
Out of my back,
Stab me again,
To make an impact.
Shoot me a few times,
Hang up quickly,
To shoot again,
Run me over,
Stop and backup,
To screw me up,
Take my heart,
Break it in 2,
Glue it together,
With Crazy Glue.
Soon I will see,
That this pain,
And always will be.
LonelinessLoneliness5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish it was raining
Because I hate every beautiful day
Everyone's playing outside
Enjoying the weather
I hate it
I hate beautiful days
I hate being in a good mood
Just to pretend that everything's okay
All those fake smiles
All those people pretending to be alright
People being happy
Because I know
That I can't
It's not that I think they're not worth it
But knowing deep inside
That I'll never be like this
That I can't be like this at all
Makes my heart feel like a stone
Lying in my chest
Protesting to beat
It makes me wonder
Are there others?
Just feeling like me?
Just like me?