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Let me love you..
Let me be yours...
Let me be your Queen...
Let me be your dream...
Let me hold you...
Let me console you...
Let me be your nurse...
Let me be your teacher...
Let me give you a preview...
Let me be the main feature...
Let me kiss you...
Let me miss you...
Let me be your light...
Let me be your favorite sight...
Let me take you away...
Let me be your night and day...
Let me be your new start...
Let me have your heart...
Let me be the music you hear...
Let me be your song, my Dear..
Let me be smitten...
Let me be your kitten...
Let me bring the sun and rain...
Let me take away all the pain...
Let me get it done...
Let me be your ONE...
Let me be the girl you need...
Just...
Let me.


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Poem: :icondarkdeviousqueen: Just wrote it tonight...

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Strong
A word I didn't know the meaning of
Not until you held me in your arms
Not until I felt your breath on my face
And the beat of your heart in my ear

Strong
A word that had no meaning
'Til I saw the mask you wear shatter
And for once I saw the person that was inside
A person with weakness but so much more strength

Strong
A word without meaning
Until you wiped away my tears
Until you let me cry as you held me tight
Until I sobbed into your chest only to have you pull me back together

Strong
You are my strength
You are my power
You are my weakness
You are my everything

For you I will be strong
Alright this is being written like now I mean for once I don't have it copied into a notebook so that I can then copy it onto the computer. This is just off the top of my head throught of after a few recent events of this weekend.... The person that it's for.. Well he'll never see it... well maybe he will time will be the answer to that...

Comment and Critique please

And is it me or is this my first poem in a really long while?
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blinded by hate
seeing only what rage allows
scars that won't heal.
brands that won't fade.
hiding pain behind
false truths,
painting eyes in darkness
a darkness that torments.
inside it dwells
regret of a wasted
existence.
feeding this hate
won't change a thing
nothing done has made life better.
take the chance
grasp the outstretched
hand of freedom
march foreword
to the future
walk away from this hell.
Since I haven't uploaded a poem for a while, here's a new one.
For anyone who has ever seen the movie, " American History X," you know the impact that it can have. From the very first time I saw it I was blown away. And if you tell me that you didn't cry at the end you're a liar!
Seriously, there were so many things that were said and done in this movie that really can make a person think. The one part that I will never forget is when Danny voice-overs: "Hate is baggage. Life's too short to be pissed all the time. It's just not worth it."
Well, without further interruption from me, here's the poem. Comments are welcome :)
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The booklet of card interpretations to go along with the tarot cards.

You will find observations I already posted as comments when I uploaded the images and additional information about the cards.

This is a good way to explore the overall concept of the deck as well as delve into individual card descriptions and their meaning within a divination.

You need to download the pdf file in order to access the text.
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>Subject: NEVER ARGUE WITH A CHILD
>
>
> A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
> > > > >
> > > > > The teacher said it was physically impossible
> > > > > for a whale to swallow a human because
> > > > > even though it was a very large mammal
> > > > > its throat was very small.
> > > > >
> > > > > The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.
> > > > >
> > > > > Irritated, the teacher reiterated that
> > > > > a whale could not swallow a human;
> > > > > it was physically impossible.
> > > > >
> > > > > The little girl said,
> > > > > "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah."
> > > > >
> > > > > The teacher asked,
> > > > > "What if Jonah went to hell?"
> > > > >
> > > > > The little girl replied,
> > > > > "Then you ask him."
> > > > >
> > > > >
> > > > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> > > > >
> > > > > A Kindergarten teacher was observing
> > > > > her classroom of children while they drew.
> > > > > She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work.
> > > > >
> > > > > As she got to one little girl who was working diligently,
> > > > > she asked what the drawing was?
> > > > >
> > > > > The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."
> > > > >
> > > > > The teacher paused and said,
> > > > > "But no one knows what God looks like."
> > > > >
> > > > > Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing,
> > > > > the girl replied, "They will in a minute."
> > > > >
> > > > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> > > > >
> > > > > A Sunday school teacher was discussing
> > > > > the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds.
> > > > > After explaining the commandment to "honor"
> > > > > thy Father and thy Mother, she asked,
> > > > > "Is there a commandment that teaches us
> > > > > how to treat our brothers and sisters?"
> > > > >
> > > > > Without missing a beat one little boy
> > > > > (the oldest of a family) answered,
> > > > > "Thou shall not kill."
> > > > >
> > > > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> > > > >
> > > > > One day a little girl was sitting and watching
> > > > > her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink.
> > > > > She suddenly noticed that her mother
> > > > > has several strands of white hair
> > > > > sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.
> > > > >
> > > > > She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked,
> > > > > "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?"
> > > > >
> > > > > Her mother replied,
> > > > > "Well, every time you do something wrong
> > > > > and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white."
> > > > >
> > > > > The little girl thought about this revelation for a while
> > > > > and then said, "Momma, how come
> > > > > ALL
> > > > > of Grandma's hairs are white?"
> > > > >
> > > > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> > > > >
> > > > > The children had all been photographed,
> > > > > and the teacher was trying to persuade them each
> > > > > to buy a copy of the group picture.
> > > > >
> > > > > "Just think how nice it will be to look at it
> > > > > when you are all grownup and say
> > > > > 'There's Jennifer; she's a lawyer,' or
> > > > > 'That's Michael. He's a doctor.'
> > > > >
> > > > > " A small voice at the back of the room rang out,
> > > > > 'And there's the teacher...
> > > > > She's dead."
> > > > >
> > > > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> > > > >
> > > > > A teacher was giving a lesson
> > > > > on the circulation of the blood.
> > > > > Trying to make the matter clearer, she said,
> > > > > "Now, class, if I stood on my head,
> > > > > the blood, as you know, would run into it,
> > > > > and I would turn red in the face."
> > > > >
> > > > > "Yes," the class said. "Then why is it that
> > > > > while I am standing upright in the ordinary position
> > > > > the blood doesn't run into my feet?"
> > > > >
> > > > > A little fellow shouted,
> > > > > "Cause your feet ain't empty."
> > > > >
> > > > > ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> > > > >
> > > > > The children were lined up in the cafeteria
> > > > > of a Catholic elementary school for lunch.
> > > > >
> > > > > At the head of the table was a large pile of apples.
> > > > > The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:
> > > > > "Take only ONE. God is watching."
> > > > >
> > > > > Moving further along the lunch line,
> > > > > at the other end of the table was
> > > > > a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.
> > > > >
> > > > > A child had written a note,
> > > > > "Take all you want...
> > > > > God is watching the apples. "
lol i think its funny but i dont know i showed some friends they laughed relly hard
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I opened my mouth to explain
  But you stopped me with a wave of your hand.
"Just enjoy the rain," as you lifted your head back
       I obeyed--the sky a starless black
Feeling the rain caress my cheek--
  I closed my eyes and smiled.
Never before had I felt so fresh--
                      Out of breath--
                                    Free.

Your attention turned back to me.
   I felt your hand against my skin.
I opened my eyes for a moment
         Only to watch you move in.
My head tilted to the side
    And then our lips brushed together
Only long enough for us to feel the hunger.
  Never had it been so strong--
                 Empowering--
                       Telling us that we belong.


I reached for you, wanting to memorize your face.
        You reached for me, too.
Pulling each other in for a lingering embrace
     Hands getting tangled in each other's hair
            As rain continued falling into our faces
       But we did not care.
All we felt was the warmth--
                   The magic--
                            Each other's stare.

Our heads moved together with ease
    Lips indulging in a game of tease.
Wanting more, but at the same time afraid
        But being with you was different--
                   You pushed my doubts away.
With you, I was stripped of my defenses--
              Going on senses--
                                Just myself lost in love.


We let the rain drown out our sins
       So we could start again a new.
Just you, and me, and each drop of rain
            Was all that existed in this moment--this time
Nothing else mattered as long as you were mine
           Sharing secrets and kisses
                  Whose heart the other misses
                                 --Mine.


When we were drenched--a total mess
      I'll always recall the way you looked at me.
Took my hands and whispered in my ear
    That you have never seen a more beautiful girl
          Who you would never trade for all the world.
And we kissed again
           Because there's nothing more romantic
                           Than a kiss in the rain.
So I wrote this Monday night when I was feeling really lonely...



It's a little bit different, but I like it.

And yeah I'm just asking to get swamped in messages. This rocks.


Enjoy! ^^
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Como realizar una buena crítica


Los seres humanos estamos acostumbrados a dar nuestra opinión acerca de lo que pensamos, sentimos y hacemos, ya sea en los demás o en nosotros mismos.

Generalmente la palabra “critica” es algo que no nos suele gustar. Muchos lo toman, tal vez con más frecuencia de lo que parece, como algo negativo. Ejemplos: Estoy cansado de tus criticas! Eres un criticón! Siempre criticas todo!

Incluso a muchos les asustan frases como: ¿Te puedo hacer una critica? (Pregunta de la cual siempre esperamos lo peor…)

Muchas veces queremos aliviar este tema de la crítica, suavizándolo, diciendo la gran frase: crítica constructiva (la cual muchos hacen o toman como “destructiva”)

La palabra “critica” proviene del griego (kritikós) que significa “capacidad para discernir”. ¿Pero que se entiende por “discernir”?. Es diferenciar una cosa de otra, y se asocia también con observar, entender, prestar atención, comprender, considerar y también “ver más allá”.

Tenemos que empezar a darle un mejor uso a la palabra critica, para que estemos dispuestos a realizarlas y también a recibirlas, es nuestro deber sacarle esa connotación negativa que actualmente tiene para muchos. Esto nos sirve ya sea para criticar algún trabajo artístico como así también actitudes, conductas o pensamientos. A raíz de esto, planteo a continuación una serie de consejos útiles que nos pueden ayudar a realizar mejores criticas, las cuales además serán mejor recibidas por los otros.

Consejos para una buena critica:

Prepara el momento: si vas a criticar a alguien, ya sea en sus actitudes, pensamientos o formas de comportarse, trata de hacerlo en el momento más indicado. A nadie le gusta escuchar una crítica acerca de uno mismo o su trabajo cuando se encuentra enojado, triste o cuando hay cierta gente escuchando. El lugar y el momento son cosas esenciales.

Ejemplo – 1: Criticar la forma de pensar de alguien delante de sus padres o amigos o decirle que sus dibujos son muy poco creativos cuando la persona se siente triste y frustrada por un bloqueo artístico.
Ejemplo + 1: Tomarse un tiempo para poder charlar a solas con esa persona y explicarle lo que piensas al respecto de tal o cual forma de pensar. De esta manera también podremos atender a lo que la persona nos responda. En el segundo caso, ayudar a la persona a sentirse mejor y esperar el momento adecuado para realizar una critica.

Se especifico, breve y claro: intenta ser puntual y concreto con aquello que quieres criticar en el otro, utilizando palabras simples y tratando de ser lo menos confuso y ambiguo que puedas.

Ejemplo – 2: Las últimas fotos que has sacado son malísimas! (a que me refiero con las ultimas fotos… y que se quiere decir con “malísimas”, ¿que es lo que no te gusta?)
Ejemplo + 2: En las tres últimas fotos que has sacado, el enfoque no se ve igual que en las anteriores. ¿Puede ser? (ahora ya estamos hablando de algo particular, el enfoque, y puntualmente en las tres ultimas fotos y hemos sacado términos ambiguos como “malísimas”. Además ahora estamos pidiendo una respuesta, no estamos diciendo que lo nuestro sea una verdad.

Empieza con lo positivo: todos estaremos más abiertos a recibir una crítica cuando las mismas empiezan resaltando lo positivo.

Ejemplo – 3: la anatomía en este dibujo esta muy mal proporcionada.
Ejemplo + 3: la expresión y la pose del personaje es excelente! Pero me parece que la proporción en la anatomía no es correcta. De todas formas lo has hecho genial y no te preocupes, la anatomía siempre es un tema difícil. Vas muy bien! (esta última parte también sirve para graficar el siguiente punto)

Refuerzo y aliento: reforzar y confirmar los esfuerzos que alguien ha puesto en  lo que ha hecho es algo muy motivante y provee un gran aliento para hacerlo aun mejor la próxima vez.

Estos cuatro puntos nos ayudaran a realizar mejores críticas y también a lograr una mayor predisposición en la otra persona a recibirlas. Pero no es fácil. Muchas veces, por más estrategias que usamos puede que la otra persona no quiera escuchar nada de lo que tenemos que decir, pero al menos sabremos que hemos hecho lo que estaba a nuestro alcance por aumentar las posibilidades de ser escuchados.

De todas formas, no te preocupes si esto es algo que encuentras difícil a primera vista. Todo requiere su tiempo y un periodo de aprendizaje. Al principio pensaras que lo estás haciendo de forma poco natural, pero mediante la practica te darás cuenta que es cuestión de acostumbrarte y darle también tu toque personal.
Un escrito sobre las criticas! espero que les guste!! y bueno, toda critica sera recibida! jaja

Nos vemos!!
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Dashing through the snow,
Knocking people down,
If they get back up,
Whack them to the ground!!

Blood and guts go splat,
Everyone goes ‘eeww’,
Then we all just carry on,
Until we start to spew!!

Surfing through the blood,
On a mostly-eaten sheep,
Sitting in its guts,
Hear Berny go ‘Meep’!!

Lots of intestines,
Burn them, make them bright!
What fun it is to slosh and dance,
In sheepy guts tonight!

OH!!

Sloshy guts! Sloshy guts!
Watch Berny go ‘Meep’!!
Oh, what fun it is to surf,
On a mostly eaten sheep!

OH!!

Sloshy guts! Sloshy guts!
Watch Berny go ‘Meep’!!
Oh, what fun it is to surf,
On a mostly eaten sheep!!!
It's not quite the traditional version, and yes it is fair morbid, but you've been warned.

To the tune of 'Jingle Bells'

Co written with
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Looking in your eyes
I feel myself falling in love with you
You said I love you
And I said it too

We went to our very own special spot
For no real reason at all
We sat and talked and looked at one another
And then the rain began to fall

We could have left just as quick as we came
But no, you wanted to stay in the rain
You asked me a question I’ll never forget
Have you ever tasted the raindrops?

I looked at you funny and you gave me a sigh
The cutest look, as I wondered, why?
Why, did you ask me to taste the rain?
Well, what did i have to loose or gain?

I watched you with a careful eye
And did the same as you
You were looking up at the cloudy sky
But my eyes were stuck on you like glue

I lifted my head to look at the sky
And closed my eyes really tight
Just as I thought I’d caught a raindrop
You suddenly held me tight

I opened my eyes with slight alarm
As you kissed me soft and sweet
I remember that kiss like it was yesterday
I still feel those raindrops on my cheek

I tasted the raindrops like I never had before
It was worth every second of bliss
Every time I think of that moment
I think of my raindrop kiss

We sat close together on that one special rock
And we held each other tight
Then almost as suddenly as it came
The sun came out from beneath the rain

The most beautiful colors I’ve ever seen
Came out on the western sky
The sun was setting and the moment was perfect
More than any money could buy

As the sun slowly set and the sky lit up
You began carving our names in our special rock
I told you I would never forget this moment
In my heart this memory is locked

As our names were finished and permanently engraved
We watched the sun finish its day
We slowly got up to leave this place
Which was a year ago this May

I haven’t been to that spot in a year
Where did all the time go?
I will visit this place alone this time
And I will finally have to let go

This memory will be in my heart forever
But you will not remain in my mind
I don’t know if that love, will be seen again
For that love I cannot find

I will go to this spot as we promised we would
But you will not be there this time
Why is it that you can’t keep your promise?
I know that I’m keeping mine

Never again will I taste the raindrops
The way I did with you
And when I go to this spot again
I will say goodbye to you.
A poem to Devin
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"Alicia?" atat a putut sa spuna jhon cu balele curgandu-i intr-un mod scarbos.
"Da, jhon..esti bine?", stia ca nu e si totusi intreba pentru ca era 1 jumate si era
prea somnoroasa sa fie constienta de cuvintele sale.
"Nu. Te rog..fi cu mine. Acum" si a inchis telefonul, inconstient.
Alicia s-a ridicat din pat si-a tras o pereche de blugi pe ea si-a luat geaca si a
plecat. A inchis incet usa in urma ei, dar imediat si-a dat o palma peste frunte si a intrat
inapoi. A "imprumutat" o suta de mii din portofelul mamei sale si a plecat la fel de discret.
A coborat din taxi si a urcat in cea mai mare viteza pana la apartamentul 15 de la
etajul 4. A deschis usa si l-a gasit intins pe jos, tremurand, cu valuri de spume la gura.
Nu a avut timp sa se sperie sau sa planga sau macar sa se gandeasca cum sa actioneze.L-a luat
in brate si i-a pus capul pe o perna, apoi a dat drumu la apa din cada si a pus dopul, iar mai
apoi, dupa ce s-a umplut l-a tarat pana acolo..Vazuse la televizor o data ca asa facuse un tip
sa isi revina prietenul sau din starea de sevraj. Si a reusit. L-a asezat pe pat in alte haine
si cu parul uscat si il privea cum dormea. Abia atunci isi daduse seama de tot: de faptul ca
acasa o astepta o adevarata mustruiala, desi asta conta cel mai putin, de faptul ca el era asa
intr-o stare grava. Si totusi se tinuse de cuvant si asta o facea sa creada ca o iubeste. Oricum
stia ca va fi bine.
E ora 6 cand alicia intra la fel de discret precum a si iesit, in casa. Deschide usa
de la bucatarie sa isi faca o cafea, dar surpriza!! sau nu..mama ei o astepta acolo cu tigara
in mana, cafeaua in fata si batand din degete.
"Unde ai fost alicia pana acum??" a spus mama cu un ton grav.
"La Jhon." atat a spus si a lasat capul in jos.
"Ti-am spus sa nu mai vorbesti macar cu drogatul ala?? Sa il lasi??"
"CUm as putea sa il las acum cand el are cea mai mare nevoie de mine?? Il iubesc. Este
totul pentru mine si tu imi ceri sa il las?? Si se va lasa de droguri...Pentru ca ma iubeste si el"
"Trezeste-te fetito!! Traim pe Pamant, nu pe venus sau marte."
"Tu chiar nu intelegi??? Ce vina am eu in toate astea?? Ca tu nu ai un barbat sa te
satisfaca??"
Si bineinteles ca totul s-a finalizat cu o palma zdravana, fata a plecat in camera sa, plangand.


Si au trecut luni intregi cu acceleasi scene, numai ca Jhon a reusit sa scape din prada acestui
"hobby" ucigator si ei sunt mai fericiti ca niciodata. 9 luni. Nu e putin deloc.

"Alicia? Iubito? Crezi ca ai putea veni cu mine diseara la o petrecere data de un
prieten??"
"Jhon!! Imi pare rau, dar nu pot veni. Ti-am spus ca maine am examenul la engleza si in
plus mama este bolnava, cum as putea sa o las?"
"Ai 16 ani si cu toate astea ai mai multe pe cap ca mine care ar trebui sa devin o persoana
responsabila si sa mai las naiba viata asta. Am 20 de ani."
"Asta e. Imi pare rau dar nu pot veni. Ne vedem maine, ok?"
"Sigur. A. Si vroiam sa iti spun ca te iubesc"
"Si eu jhon. DIstractie placuta!!Pa-pa!"

A doua zi Alicia a iesit cu prietenele ei, cum faceau pe vremuri si astepta sa o sune
Jhon. De la masa alaturata a auzit fara sa vrea o discutie ce a calcat in picioare tot. Absolut tot.
"May?? Tu chiar te-ai culcat cu drogatu' ala, Jhon?"
"In primul rand "drogatu'" ala cum il numesti tu, este o partida pe cinste si in al doilea
rand s-a lasat pisi de droguri, pentru fetita aia de o creste el." si apoi au urmat tone de rasete
galagioase.
Nu mai auzea nimic. Alicia simtea cum pluteste pe un nor negru ce naruise orasul. S-a ridicat
cu miscari mecanice, si-a luat geaca si a plecat. S-a urcat in primul taxiu si s-a dus in blocul ala,
la apartamentul 15, etajul 4. A ciocanit la usa si imediat cum i-a fost deschisa a intrat furtunos urland.
"Spune-mi ca aseara te-ai drogat!!!"
"Nu Alicia. Am promis si m-am tinut de cuvant."
"Deci erai perfect treaz?" si a urmat miscarea din cap a baiatului ce aproba acest lucru."Te urasc!
Am investit TOT in tine si tu?? Tu o iei pe curva aia de May si o futi??? De ce?? De ce??"
"Alicia...Am nevoi." si a lasat capul in jos precum un copil mic ce tocmai a spart vaza preferata a mamei.
"Ai nevoi?? Si pe mine ma iubesti?? Cica..Pe mine m-ai intrebat vreodata daca mi-as dori sa iti ofer ceva
ce doar unei persoane speciale as oferi??CE??Virginitatea mea..!!M-ai intrebat??AI batut vreun apropo??"
"Nu" s-a auzit acest cuvant stins..
"S-a terminat. Sa nu indraznesti sa ma cauti! Adio!!"

Si au trecut atatia ani de atunci.9, cifra magica. Acum ea a ajuns ce si-a dorit, o mare jurnalista, cu un sot
minunat si multi copii. Si eu?? Am si eu o sotie frumoasa si o fetita superba pe nume Alicia. Desi am familia asta
frumoasa, sufletul meu nu a reusit niciodata sa o uite si nici eu nu am reusit niciodata sa ma iert pentru ca ea isi
sacrificase totul pentru mine si eu am sacrificat totul pentru o noapte de placere cu o curva.
poate ca asta inseamna iubire. sau poate nu.. de specificat ca nu sunt aceiasi alicia si john din o alta poveste. toate personajele mele poarta aceste nume:D
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