HopelessHappy thoughts, hoping dreams, Now there lost, I can't dream.Hopeless6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My hopeful light, shrinks on me.
My dreams to live, crumbling.
No more hope, no more dreams.
No more positive things to believe.
Hope is lost, but wish to be found.
My cheery thoughts, destroyed infront of me.
Painful thoughts, sleepless dreams.
Fear to come, no help can please.
All who fallen can stand up.
Those who pushed lose all touch.
Floating on, nothing to hold.
Slapped in the face, "You Have No Home"
No peace, no care, not even love to share.
This is the story, of a broken down girl.
She's toss into the streets, no light to share.
Lost forever, confused from every fight.
She floats around with hopeless, dreamless
and for every more deathly eyes.
Creating a CharacterSo you want to Create a Character?Creating a Character5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It's best to start with the basics.
Remember, it's perfectly okay to change your characters' names as you write your story. A character's name could be as simple as a common name, such as Max Reuben, or could be as elaborate as Cecelia Jane Vivian Lily Iris Alexis Thompson. But remember, you want to have a name for your character that can be used conversationally. Max and other monosyllabic names are great, but for you more creative types, just make sure your character can have a nickname, or will just go by one of his or her many names.
Another thing to remember is that, as a writer, your goal is to please at least one person besides yourself. And you're audience isn't stupid. Don't just name a compassionate person a foreign word meaning pacifist or love. It's rather obvious. Same rules apply when you have character types with stereotypical names tacked on, such as a brutish guy named Butch.
Be Creative, but not blunt with the ch
CH App- Adrian BriandCH App- Adrian Briand3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
a. Adrian has long scarlet hair that ends at his neck (almost shoulder length) with bangs that shields his crimson eyes more than half the time. He has a black skull eye-patch made with silk-like material that is in the shape of a triangle on his left eye, ending at his chin. He has a four centimeter scar across his left forearm from when he was a six-year-old boy. His attire consists of a tattered black shirt that's ripped at the edges of the 'sleeves', black ripped cargoes as pants, and accessories like a black armlet at his right forearm and black choker (with a white spade hanging at the left side). His shoes are black combat boots that cover half his lower legs.
Note: Check Artist's Comment at the very top for visuals in both his European outfit and Edo outfit.
b. I loves outsiders. Why? Because they know nothing of the world. That way it's easier to steal from them or manipulate them into doing things for me -insert low chuckle-. However, if they get in my way, I tend to w
Girls nightGirls nightGirls night6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Spyro was looking around the temple trying to find Cynder. He was planning on asking her out to dinner. Soon enough he found her just as she was about to leave the temple.
Hey Cynder, did you wanna go have dinner with me tonight? He asked catching up to her.
Oh Im sorry Spyro, but Ive already made plans tonight. Cynder said.
What do you mean, what plans? Spyro inquired.
Ember and I were going to have a girls night. She explained.
Awe, cant you just cancel that?
No, Embers my friend and weve been planning this night for a while now.
Then could I just tag along? Spyro asked.
No, its girls only. Cynder sighed.
So youre saying that I could come if I were to He stopped speaking realizing what he
Special RelationshipWe fit together so wellSpecial Relationship4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I wonder if people can tell
That we're a couple
When they see us together
We don't hold hands
Or kiss each other on the lips
You restrain yourself when we're in public
From putting your hands upon my hips
I wonder if it shows
When I look into your eyes
Or when we're sitting in the food court
Sharing a basket of fries
You never say "I love you"
And I never say it back
But we cast those subtle glances
That all the "normal" couples lack
Der SegenPfarrer Würth aus St. JohannDer Segen2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Segnet alles, was er kann.
Er segnet Auto, Haus und Hof,
Dafür war ihm kein Psalm zu doof.
Nur eine Spende war von Nöten;
Gottes Schutz für ein paar Kröten.
Und die Gelder, die da kamen,
Verprasste Würth für leichte Damen.
Dabei fühlte er sich auch nicht mies,
Hieß der Puff doch Paradies.
HopelessMy life is of pain and sorrowHopeless10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Exept hopeless signs of no tommorow
My corner is my little world
Wanting answers, getting none
My life is unraveling..becoming undone
My cage of hate
These bars of pain
My hopeless dreams
This closet in which i hide
I hide the things no one wishes to see
To see, to see the true side of me
Wanting it all to be out
But this icey heart is filled with doubt
Why must i be so strange?
Life wasnt meant to be this way
My beliefs are going down the drain
And tell me, tell me, what have i gained
:.Hopeless.::.Hopeless.:10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Insecurity covered with careful dreams,
she's not as confident as she seems.
She looks at night and wonders why,
she yearns hello
but hears goodbye.
Through tears she manages to say she loves,
acts sick of hurt but hasn't had enough.
Hollow inside she wants a heart,
begging to hope
but lost the start.
Throws life away for rough, sugar nights
explores love brawls without knowing to fight.
Hopeless, she knows, but doesn't care
searching for beauty
but is still too bare.
Disgust bubbles and boils inside her veins
tries to be cool, but cant remain sane
Doesn't give up, she hates logical
searching for faith
but none is possible.
Thinks maybe someday she'll depart from pain
nothing to lose, even less to gain.
Blinded she is but wont let go,
she has no chance
...but doesn't know.
Review-rant of twilightI was bored and felt the need to write this out. First off, I have read all the Twilight books. Three times actually. I wanted to know why some people would say that Its the best book ever!! and SMeyer is a genius! etc. After reading the quartet for the third time, I still think its just an Anne Rice AU fan fiction gone horribly, horribly wrong.Review-rant of twilight6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
For now Im going to write a review for just the book Twilight. Later if I feel like it, Ill do the other three. So lets do this.
SMeyer starts off by telling us all the details of Bellas departure. First off, a good writer will show you what she wants you to know. They wont tell you every little detail about what the character is wearing and the weather in the city and ZZZZ its boring!
Also, right away I was put off by Bella because she has this façade of Oh Im so self-sacrificing for my mother but at the same time she is whining about it.
Suicidal Looking down this 63 story high building was terrifying. Looking back was mortifying. Living a lie, mistake after mistake was deadly. I felt like a thousand needles were piercing through my chest, to my heart. Like I was bleeding out slowly from the inside. Such pain had to be ended quickly. Only one step. Just one. That's all death required...Suicidal5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"Ann, Carole, Dave... my sweethearts... Well, at least I left them a note. But a note probably wasn't enough. I also told everybody I loved them, this morning except for Roger... but I didn't even like him." I thought.
Then, the worst thing happened. The wind picked up right when it shouldn't have, for no apparent reason, which made me stumble and evidently... fall. Fall to my death. The death I was so impatiently waiting for, but now was dreading. I wasn't ready yet. But there was no going back. It was over. Nothing under me but cars I-don't-know-how-many meters below and
Der SchneesammlerIch bringe dir Schnee. Versprochen.Der Schneesammler2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nur von Weitem wehte der schwache Klang von Weihnachtsmusik durch den Park. Lichterketten wanden sich um die kahlen Bäume, doch sie waren ausgeschaltet und ebenso leblos wie die Landschaft um sie herum. Das warme Kerzenlicht, das in den Fenstern der umliegenden Häusern flackerte, drang nicht bis hier her. Eine einzelne Gestalt, ein dunkler Scherenschnitt vor dem nachtblauen Himmel, harrte dennoch in der Kälte aus. Weiße Atemwolken stiegen vom Mund des Mannes auf und vermischten sich mit den wirbelnden Schneeflocken um ihn herum. Er schaufelte Schnee; nicht um einen Weg freizuhalten, sondern mitten auf der Wiese. Er wollte die saubersten, gänzlich unberührten Eiskristalle. Schaufel um Schaufel füllte er in große Plastiktüten.
Ein Pärchen kam durch den Park geschlendert und warf ihm verwunderte Blicke zu. Es war der erste Advent und schon ziemlich spät die Zeit, um auf dem Weihnacht
Legend of Spyro: Dawn of the New Era: part 1Chapter 1: The Innocent Behind the MonsterLegend of Spyro: Dawn of the New Era: part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The new purple dragon, Spyro, and the black dragon, Cynder, were now fighting the final battle with Malefor, the Dark Master, whose was very mad. There was simply no way he could be defeated by those two younglings, not after everything he had gone through to get to this moment. As for the young dragons, they were just trying to do their best to defeat the mad evil dragon and save the world and everyone they lived.
Malefor, ticked off by those two for their interference, just screamed, "You cannot defeat me, I'm eternal." Soon after he said those words he exhaled his most powerful convexity breath, which the two young dragons countered with their own breaths of convexity.
The breaths collided, making the walls tremble with the energy. The young dragons were using their strength to deal with all the power the Dark Master could muster. But they were still fighting, because they had things that the evil dragon don't have: they h
The Life of AnimationThe Life of Animation5 years ago in Historical More Like This
"If this business was easy, it would be a sin."
-Hayao Miyazaki, Animerica Magazine. 1993
Animation is the youngest medium of art that mankind has created. Spanning barely over one hundred years, its history is as rich and dramatic as any other. Starting as the simple idea of an illusion of moving art by a couple clever innovators at Edison's film company in the early 1900's, it soon boomed into a mega-corporate commercial venture that employed thousands and captivated millions only decades later. It spread outside of America and took many different forms in many different countries and cultures. Today, the face of animation is very different than it ever was. Computers, corporate chokeholds and the death of the innovators of animation has left a doubtful future for the preservation of animation's defining age.
The 1910's saw the rise of animation as a serious medium and the first studios began to appear in the United States. Winsor McCay, a masterful draftsman and artist, had
10 Facts That Disprove Evolution1. We share half our DNA with bananas.10 Facts That Disprove Evolution3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
2. The fossil record has holes in it. Dinosaur and humans footprints were found side-by-side in Arizona and Turkmenistan. In Uzbekistan, 86 consecutive hoof prints of horses were found in rocks dating back to the dinosaurs. Petrified trees in Arizona's petrified forest have fossilized nests of bees and cocoons of wasps. Those forests are reputedly 220 million years old, while bees (and flowering plants which bees require) supposedly evolved almost 100 million years later.
3. No macro variations (speciation) in evolution have ever been observed. Micro evolution is species adaptations, and it's not the same as macro. Adjusting to the climate is very, very different than changing from species to another.
4. Humans have the most neurons in their brains but primates don't have even close to that amount. They aren't even in the top ten.
5. Radiometric dating does not take into account the way heat and water affect the aging of bones (it makes them appea
HopelessI cling to his hand (sometimes with a few fingers, sometimes with both hands) as we browse vegetables and fish in the supermarket, for I am hopelessly attached to his gentle touch. People have always said that my fingers are long and my hands are big for a girl (proving their point by aligning their palms and digits with mine. I usually feel like a giant when this happens). But in his hands they are small, feminine, soft, my thumbs dwarfed, slender.Hopeless3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And I am hopelessly out of control when we cook dinner together, when he looks deep into my eyes as he touches me, kisses me, and oh, God, when he listens, laughs (God, to hear his laugh). In these brief moments I can forget the truth, the way of life I have adopted years ago.
Because, on other occasions I grip my pillow hard, attempt to silence the sobs, shiver in the cold of the dorm room (in the dormitory of a college not meant for me, never meant for me). I feel like I am nothing wanting to be nothing (a word permanent in the tremors of
10,000 Years : Chapter 1: Free at Last10,000 Years : Chapter 1: Free at Last5 months ago in Drama More Like This
Celestia raced out into the garden, absolutely petrified. She flew through the many twists and turns with surprising speed and accuracy, until she reached the place where she had revealed the story of Ebony Dusk mere hours ago.
She let out a sigh of relief when she saw the legendary mare's statue still in place. "Phew, I could've sworn I heard it shatter," the Alicorn whispered to her self, then laughed quietly. "Oh Celestia, you old fool, you worry too much!" She suddenly heard a single hoofstep, and turned abruptly around to face the statue that loomed before her in the shadows. The statue's eyes popped open and burned into Celestia's; they narrowed into slits for the first time in thousands of years.
Celestia's eyes appeared to widen into moons, unable to hide her terror as the statue turned towards her. She looked down with a start as she realized that, in her hurry, she had forgotten to put on her crown, breastplate and boots. The off- white
Chain Letter from HellDear Reader,Chain Letter from Hell4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Oops. You have stumbled upon my chain letter, I see. Oh no, keep your mouse away from that arrow pointing left in the corner. 'Tis too late to turn back. If you choose to turn away from my creation now, I shall not hesitate to hunt you down and slit your throat. So listen up, and listen good.
Alright, friend, let us begin. Let us start with a fun little list of 5 facts a wrote out for you.
1. You are reading this chain letter. Good boy/girl. You take orders well.
2. You think I am derranged for threating to slit your throat. It is not being derranged, darling, it is just making sure people do not ignore me or my words.
4. You have noticed that I hav
VOCALOID genre playlist: POPVOCALOID genre playlist: POP4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
: this playlists were made to promote good quality vocaloid songs for the public who doesn't know too much about VOCALOID WORLD. The split is by genres and similar types, making easy find songs with 'equal value' between different compossers. Is not against niconico, piapro and others related as the compossers, due the occidental listeners don't know how to search and download from nicosound or piapro, this is a help for them, is not trying take any attention. If a song is listed here and you can't find it in the 4shared playlist, someone denounced it as abuse or copyright infraction, and take it down from the site. If you're still interested, look in another site for it. Denounced songs will not be upload again
POP. General sticky pop type
GUMI - Circus
GUMI - Drive life
Hatsune Miku - Close 2U
Hatsune Miku - Dear Remix-Edition
22-word Fiction Extravaganza22-word Fiction Extravaganza11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There was a knock at the door - it was her date.
"Dear God, you're fat," he said.
It went downhill from there.
A rhino followed me home from school today. My parents wouldn't let me keep him. They said the octopus would get jealous.
Sometimes, at night, I look up at the beauty of the universe and wonder why anyone actually cares. Then I watch TV.
John had a drinking problem.
"Stop drinking," his wife said.
"Hey, that just might work!"
He stopped the next day. Problem solved.
Ed's baby was no fun. It always cried. He tried putting it back where he found it, but his wife got mad.
Cynicism of a KissCynicism of a Kiss8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A kiss is a promise, easily broken.
A hug is a lie, always unspoken.
A touch is fragile, so quickly taken.
A smile is elusive, so soon forsaken.
A friend is a person who betrays you slowly.
A lover is a person who treats you as lowly.
An equal is a person who doesnt exist.
A mentor is someone better than this.
A life is brittle, unfairly crushed.
A funeral is a rite, so long untouched.
A death is a milestone, so often passed.
A life is something that can never last.
So take the promises even if they break.
Hold onto illusions despite that theyre fake.
Remember betrayal because before it was trust.
Remember the touches that lead into lust.
Love the lies that made you feel loved.
Hold to your place despite whos above.
Follow the rites though they end only in pain.
Remember what youve lost for youve so much to gain.
Always remember the first sincere kiss.
Remember the truths that lead you to it.
Remember the person you shared it with.
Remember the love that s
SuicidalSuicidal11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just let me die,
because it's easier than living,
just let me slip away,
because life is less forgiving.
Don't try to console me,
because I already left you,
don't try to change my mind,
because I warned you, you knew.
Stop the finger pointing,
because you're the reason I tried,
stop throwing around the blame,
because you encouraged my suicide.
Leave me alone,
because you only bring pain,
leave my life,
because it's for my gain.
I'm sick of you pretending,
because I know you coudln't care less,
I'm sick of you hating me,
because you created your own mess.
Forget the apologies,
because they weren't sincere,
forget the excuses,
because they aren't even near,
compensating for the pain you instigated,
compensating for the monster you've created,
compensating for all the lies that've faded,
into the backround, the tears that cascaded,
down my face as I realized,
that you weren't my friend,
you were just trying to use me again.
01Shall I compare thee to a rose's thorn,013 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Both equal in elegance and violence?
Thou hath stuck hard my heart and left it torn,
Yet still I reply with perseverance.
Is this what is referred to as madness
Though insanity might be more suited?
My reflection, a stranger I repress,
Bears flesh of which love's cruelty is branded,
And though it's unseen, remains eternal.
If born anew, would my love be pardoned?
Love blinded my sight, left me hateful,
And my poor heart blackened, disheartened.
I'm rid of you, once more solitary,
Still missing the love that cleaved through my veins.
RQ: Dr. Morty and Dr. ShadowThere was a cold, dark room where the only light was that of a solitary light in the middle of the room, used for medical purposes. Scents of sterilizer and the sound of a high pitched drilling noise filled the air.RQ: Dr. Morty and Dr. Shadow6 years ago in Horror More Like This
"You should be taking better care of your teeth, doctor" Dr. Shadow said as the drill dug further into Eggman's tooth. "ARRRGGHHH!!! ARRRR!!!! AAHHHH!!!" Eggman screamed in pain, because as one knows, Dr. Shadow almost never uses painkillers during his procedures.
The fat doctor was clamped to the chair, though a rope was tied around his gut, as his belly was too large for the clamp to fit around. A device was in his mouth, to make sure it would stay open as Dr. Shadow worked on his teeth.
About an hour or so into the procedure, a knock came on the sadistic dentist's door. "I'm busy! Go away!" Dr. Shadow said as he continued his drilling. "It's me" came a familiar voice, and Dr. Shadow stopped drilling Eggman's tooth and looked up. He put the drill on the nearby tray and we
honey, we're a couple wars spenti met a girl oncehoney, we're a couple wars spent3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who told me she had a boy
with a war set in the crooks of his lungs
and vocal cords, the perfect mix between
a hippie and a marxist,
with fire in his eyes the size of hammers
and coal, a manifesto of cold stares and
the distant histories of hiroshimas, nagasakis
words stuck on the thickest
parts of his lips, sealed in the cracks
with democracy and deity, hitlers
and stalins and mussolinis,
the pawn of the highest pedigree.
but he had his own soviets, americans
and europeans, she said:
the calluses, muscles, of his own skin-
the finest of cells of the working class,
the bone and the brittle of worth and vice,
entitlements accompanied by the ache of
the bitten, copper tongues of liberty.