I'm the type...to try and smile when they're gunning me down andI'm the type...10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won't tell you until I'm full of empty shells that
the world wasn't built on land but on
a lack of better term for human desire for satisfaction that does not exist.
To be optimistic when one's soul is a realist but
it doesn't matter how many petals you count because
the last draw will always end with a dead end that
takes you to a new beginning where at first you feel..
this is it. And I'm going to make this my
home.. If not for the eyes that prey on your identity while perched on
trees that take root on ground made of greed and
Is happiness a paradoxical conspiracy that finds salvation in the dreaming minds of those awake. Or perhaps just
something I have only caressed but never tasted to
Is suffering that which is beyond the first dream that
we all awaken to after sleeping that first sleep when
we break free of Innocence.
Or are my words not but images that you have unconsciously
My Wishdear boyMy Wish6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hello my true love
whenever you decide to show up
ill be here
somewhere between reality and fiction I will be
living my life
I may not be be perfect
but my flaws are what make me beautiful
I might not look like a model to you
but I won't need to
I may not be strong all the time
but my weakness make me real
I may not always be kind
but remember I'm trying to help you
My thoughts might not always be clear
but when I do decide I will mean it
My life will not be simple sometimes
and try your best
you don't have to punch the person making me cry
just wipe away my tears
hold me close
kiss me tenderly
and watch as the storms roll past
You don't have to be perfect either
but in my eyes you will be very close
I don't care what you look like
or how you cut your hair
You don't have to wear bulky armor
I cant hug you with all that
You don't have to ride a white horse
I don't care what you ride
as long as i can ride with you
I don't care if your sad sometimes
I will ma
Something Borrowedgirls in white dressesSomething Borrowed1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't always want weddings.
the priests would speak of leaps of faith
and my hands would clasp the wood in horror,
knuckles bleached like bone- and i found
something old: the knot tied in my throat.
my vocal cords did not let empty words escape.
and there was something blue: the heart
that hesitated. how can a seedling prophesy
its harvest? how can a caterpillar promise
the power of its wings?
so let others gather flowers.
we will skip the mass
but not the bed: and through
this something borrowed,
earn a little time-
and a place to rest our heads.
Detailed Character SheetDetailed Character Sheet5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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Are all children with the same partner?:
Is relationship with children important to character?:
Parents (describe relationship):
Grandparents (describe relationship):
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Significant Others (describe relationship):
Children of siblings:
What is your character's family life like:
Is character divorced?:
If divorced, how many times?:
Has character ever cheated on significant other?:
Whiskey'n'Lollipops PoemEditEvery day, when theWhiskey'n'Lollipops PoemEdit7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ticking clock-hands brush
a cool plastic rim to her lips
and pulls fire down her throat.
With insides tingling, she lets
the amber stream keep flowing.
and shes crying now
dreaming of unicorns
and rainbow smiles in the sky.
she longs for those
childhood days, and childhood dreams
(sticky fingers, kissed-better boo-boos).
She wants to believe once more
in shimmering magic, and goodness.
She wants to squish paint in her
tiny, trembling fingers running through
Sweaty, drunken fingers dragging
(Wake up!) (Wake up!) (Wake up!)
a sweaty, drunken body
up a ladder,
to the sky.
Yobo(You&Onew)Yobo4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Something heavy has hit the ground. The noise woke you. You were always woken by your housemates.
5 hyperactive guys weren't the best choice to live with.
"Which of the monsters are you?" you called out the room.
Your door opened slowly. It's been Key.
"Gosh! Kibum, what are you doing so early in the morning?" He smiled apologetic, moving to sit next to you.
You got up to look him in the eyes.
"I'm really really sorry. I just wanted to get the loudspeaker back into the dancing room."
"And that couldn't have waited 'cause?"
"Onew-Hyung wants us to train our new choreography."
"OK, I'll talk to him later."
"Am I forgiven?" The guy crooked his head.
"Of course you are. No worries." You gave him a peck on the cheek.
His features lightened up. He practically jumped out the room happily. He was really cute you thought to yourself.
Since you were awake already you supposed you could get up as well. The guys wouldn't be quiet enough anyway.
After breakfast you made your wa
The Truth About Selling FanartUpdate notice as of January 17, 2013: I have given this guide a MAJOR overhaul. It was originally written over a year and a half ago, and since then my own views and understanding of copyrights has changed. I felt that this guide should reflect those changes, so if you read this guide in the past, please take a moment to look through it again as I have added MANY new topics, information, and sources. Unlike my first draft, I have also changed my viewpoint to neutral throughout this writing.The Truth About Selling Fanart3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Disclaimer: I am not a lawyer, nor any kind of professional that works in dealing with laws or copyrights. This guide was written based on my own research and understanding of copyright laws, and from discussions with others knowledgeable of the subject. These facts are all sourced from U.S. law. I encourage others to do their own research and draw informed conclusions on how they would like to pursue the issue of selling fanart.
The Truth About Selling Fanart
Fanart is somethin
Dystopia Only 23 years from Then, and life is completely different. Today, human characteristics are highly sought, collected and sold like antiques at an auction. The number of Wildstock- those of us unlucky enough not to be genetically engineered- is dwindling. With the onset of cloning and affordable genetic engineering, few people see a benefit in natural selection. Unfortunately, due to the inherent risks of genetic homogeny, Wildstock have become an invaluable resource in the Empire. We are sought out and captured by bounty hunters, ripped from all we have ever known, and taken to the infamous Empire Markets. The lucky ones among us are sold to collectors, who value our raw emotions and unique genetics. The less fortunate are sold to medical facilities, used for the repair of aging Seamless.Dystopia4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was captured a little over a week ago by the best Hunter in the Empire. Since then, I have been resigned to pouting behind the stall of Ba
SpringtimeIt is winter on my breastbone,Springtime6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across my nose,
Down my arms,
Snowbanks of pale skin
At my shoulders, elbows, knees.
But a sudden spring emerges on my hipbone,
A rioting vibrant mass
Brought on not by the warming of the weather,
Or a gentle rain,
But by a forceful collision with a table.
This bloom will wither soon,
Just like the real daffodils and irises.
The colors will fade,
And my skin will return to the tundra.
DementiaThe old man sits with stooped back.Dementia6 years ago in Other More Like This
The room is cold, just like his hands.
Thoughts have wandered like small children.
He wonders if he will see home again.
Thoughts have wandered home again,
with stooped backs and cold hands.
The room sits with the old man.
Like small children, he wonders if he will see cold.
Back stooped with thoughts, he wanders.
Like a child the small room sits, wondering.
Home again is cold.
The old man will see with his hands.
Thoughts have wandered with stooped backs.
The cold hands sit with the old man.
He wonders if he will see like small children.
The room is home again.
"The Wagon" The world had ended."The Wagon"5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Or at least, the world as it had been known. Skyscrapers stood like skeletons, some of them crumbling into the streets and highways below. In some of the skeletons were droves of smaller skeletons. People.
The big war had finally come but not like everyone had expected. It wasn't a nuclear apocalypse like so many had thought. It was bombs and napalm and guns. Despite the fact that the fighting started, the fear of nuclear war was still great, even in the minds of vicious dictators and extremists. The bombs of fire had reigned instead of the bombs of atoms. The destruction was no less though and the causalities were apparent.
Offices filled with burnt remains. Bodies, copiers, computers, desks, vending machines.
Mind the BubblesHer target had been a major politician running on a platform of oppression under the guise of family values. He had been slated to step up to the big leagues and run for the top office but she was sent to stop him. She found him at the party and quietly slipped into the group he was schmoozing. He was ever the charmer. Witty, self-assured, flattering. He made sure to say all the right things, especially when he could be more liberal in what he said at gatherings like this. And like men of his ilk, he thought himself untouchable. He was not. She would teach him this tonight. His one, final lesson before death. He drank champagne, like the others.Mind the Bubbles2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This would not be the first time she'd used those bubbles to her advantage. There were other women around him. Some eyed him seductively. Others in awe. She would, however, have some presence. Just enough. As he finished his glass of champagne, she oh-so-p
Unrequited Love...You watch him from a distanceUnrequited Love...8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You love to see him smile
You wish one day he might be yours
If only for a while
You wish that you could tell him
To have the strength to say,
"I love you and I wish that you
Could feel the same one day!"
Your heart beats as he comes towards you
Only to walk on by
You try to tell yourself you don't love him
Try to believe your lie…
You wish, you dream, you hope, you pray
That you could be together
Maybe if you could make him see
That you two could last forever.....
NEW 100 drawing challengeNEW 100 drawing challenge3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
100 (Animaniacs) drawings challenge
This is something like "100 drawings challenge" but this is especially for Animaniacs fans!
There is 100 themes and you have to draw 100 pictures and all of them will contain always one from the themes.
If you want to finish the whole 100 drawings challenge, you have to finish all 100 pictures >8D
> Put this challenge list somewhere on your page or in your journal, so people will know about it, or put a link to this original thing
> You can use any program you want for making pictures
> The pictures must NOT be copied or stolen
> Pictures must comply with DA rules
> If your pictures will contain also characters of others, credit them
> You're allowed to draw anybody from the Animaniacs show. It means all official characters.
> You can use also your own OCs
> Characters can be drawn in your own style (not only in Animaniacs style) and you have no need to draw Animaniacs (it can be whatever you want), but so
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
but she livesshe lives in a deep dark alleybut she lives4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the stray cats and dogs
she lives not in misery
she lives not in happiness
she lives with no burden
she lives with no one
she lives a life so hidden
she may not have lived at all
Dear DadDear Dad,Dear Dad4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I wish we could talk once more. I wish i could have another chance to laugh at your jokes.
Another chance to say I love you. One more hug, one more prank pulled. Because 'Dear Dad' seems to small when your no longer here.
No more hugs or I love you's. No more late night cartoons or early morning ball games. No more post-its with 'Dear Dad'. No more random text messages or phone calls.
'Dear Dad' was much more fun when you where here. Dear Dad, Dear Dad, Dear dad, I love you.