In a momentIn a moment of despair,In a moment7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We never know what we do,
With the emotions running high,
We need to learn to hang on and think wise.
In a moment of pain,
Where the hurt grows stronger,
Making one weaker and desolate,
There should be a reminder that theres a better day coming soon.
In a moment of happiness,
We should never forget,
That itll never last forever,
So treasure it to make it an everlasting memory.
In a moment of love,
Ask yourself whether it is right,
Do you give more than you take,
Is it right and are you sure.
In a moment of loneliness,
One may find that the world spins slow,
But in truth it is a state of mind,
Which keeps you from seeing the brighter side of life.
In a moment of lust,
Think ahead of your actions,
Make sure you dont do anything,
To hurt anyones feelings.
In a moment of lying,
Dont ever take things for granted,
For the pain and hurt that you might create,
Will last longer and hurt ever more.
In a moment like this,
Advice and philosophy
JeepmateJeepmateJeepmate5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sa mga jeep na ating sinasakyan
Pauwi mula sa paaralan,
Isang matatag na pagkakaibigan
Ang nabuo na ng tuluyan.
Sa ating mga kwentuhan,
Mga pagtatalo't tawanan,
Mga sarili'y kinilala ng lubusan
Sa bawat araw na nagdaan.
Sa tuwing kailangan ng isang kaibigan
Karamay o di kaya'y kausap man lang,
Ang bawat isa ay laging nariyan
Sa loob ay nagpapagaan.
Ang sarap balikan ng nakaraan,
Nakaraan na puno ng kasiyahan.
Ngunit ano ang kinahantungan
Ng buhay nating magkaibigan?
Iilang mga salita ang sumira
Sa umusbong na pagkakaibigan
Pagkakaibigan na sana'y walang katapusan,
Nauwi sa luha't kapighatian.
Ngayo'y mag-isa na lamang
Sa mga jeep na ating sinasakyan
Noong ang ating pagkakaibigan
Ay tila walang hanggan.
The choice is yoursFrom the beginning of time, I chose you. I have loved you and have held your best interests close at heart, but I will not force you to choose me. The decision to obey me or reject me is yours, just as it was for my people Israel. But don't be mislead, child. This is not a decision about where you will live, or what career you will pursue, or what your next major purchase will be. This choice is a matter of life and death. Choose me, and you will choose life-an abundant life, filled with my love, my grace, my mercy.The choice is yours3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I am life! I offer it to you freely. Choose me-and live.
Tempt Me No MoreTemptation - It's a dangerous thing,Tempt Me No More4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Give it one little inch, it will take more than a mile,
Miles upon miles racked up on my odometer so far,
How to stop? A mystery that perplexed me,
Until one day, when all seemed lost,
Deep in my mind as I slept,
I wandered aimlessly, not knowing what's happening,
Suddenly, there it is, the terrible thing known only as sin,
It takes many forms, and can deceive even the purest man,
Each personal one clawed at me, trying to pull me back in,
I ran, and ran, but got nowhere on my own,
I slipped and fell, and the sin surrounded me,
Making me weaker with every second,
There I was on my knees,
Head bowed in humility,
I then raised my eyes to Heaven
With tears streaming down, I say,
"God, please forgive me!"
In an instant, the skies above open,
A hand stretched down, shining bright with light,
I looked up, I saw Someone smiling,
A voice spoke, with love and care,
It said, "Do not fear, I am here,"
The hand took my hand, and pulled me out of my pit of shame
Must Be SadVanellope had been told over and over again the exact same statement:Must Be Sad2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You must be sad.
It was a funny thing, how others looked at a situation and immediately guessed what emotions ran through your head. And the worst part was, they always thought they were right. Like now, for instance. She had been approached by so many characters, some familiar and others not, and all of them said the same thing more or less;
You must be sad.
And so she listened to all of them and she waited for that feeling, sadness, to come. But it didn't. It seemed to refuse to come, refused to enter her system and fill her coding. No matter how many times they said it to her -you must be sad- she simply wasn't.
She'd gone to the funeral. But halfway through she'd left. Walked calmly out of the doors, despite the looks, and just… left, tugging the hood of her sweatshirt up as she did. He'd always teased her about that dress, so she hadn't worn it
People said she'd left because she was too emotional, that she could
to paint the world in wildfireI wish I could type like lightning speed the crash and the waves of my mind;to paint the world in wildfire4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Capture those illuminant dreams in pictures and paint the world in wildfire.
Everything has been a blur;
The saddest, the bluest, the silent
Lonely afternoons, books should make your heart sing and a thousand suns dawn meaninglessly.
You were an abstract painting, a vintage clock in the sun.
An old pair of jeans, of white cotton thoughts and smiles filled with questions.
A blur of passing cars, pouring rain down on the streets
That six feet height, tall enough to reach the stars
Complex and paradoxical,
Clear and defined.
We were two perfect lines
Going straight ahead at the same direction
None slanted, none failing
Two parallel lines that won't ever meet.
And when I wish I can write something from the true contents of my heart
I find myself writing clichés, teenage wishes and love stories for bedtime.
But when your father raced into the lake on Fortieth Avenue,
smelling of whiskey and faded memory, I cri
A Storm I'm InI feel like a storm is ragging throughA Storm I'm In2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Like my life is flashing before my eyes
There isn’t enough time to waste
God I run to you
I pray for this storm to pass
I pray for you to help me through
Through all my fears and failures
Through all my suffering and pain
Through all my temptation and want
God I run to you
God I run to you
In this storm I’m in
God I run to you
A fresh startCome and drink deep in the well of belief. Know that even when you do wrong, I am still here for you. Come to me. Talk to me. Tell me what is on your heart. I already know anyway, so we might as well get things out in the open where we can deal with them.A fresh start2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
You see, when you confess your sins, it shows me that you understand what was wrong. When your heart is repentant, I clear the slate and send your sin as far as the east is from the west-forgiven and forgotten.
All your sins have already been covered at the cross, washed by the blood of my beloved Son. So come to me, my child. I can heal and forgive and make you clean.
Recieve my grace. Each confession ushers in a fresh start.
Guard your heartHow I love to watch you grow and take risks! As you're maturing, you want to stretch, test your wings, make decisions for yourself. You want to run ahead and experience new things that will add richness to your life. I understand all of these desires, child. But in the process, I want you to also grow in grace and faith, and in your knowledge of me.Guard your heart3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So guard your heart. Be wise, be careful, be pure. As you experience the exciting new things life has to offer, establish good boundaries around yourself. Resist temptation and draw near to me. Let my wisdom keep you safe.
I have given you promises and commands that will protect you. Write them on your heart and mind. They will nourish you, guide you, and keep you for all the days of your life.
A woman is missing.A woman is missing.A woman is missing.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My sweater is knit too loose and the wind blows through.
The leaves are done changing and are waiting to fall.
I think of them collaged against my morning-damp windshield;
they will mostly be red. My wipers will push them off;
I will forget about them. But inbetween these thoughts
my brain hums. A woman is missing and I cannot forget.
Two weeks ago the leaves were mostly green and yellow.
Two weeks ago a woman went missing.
I didn't know her but she went missing and today
I am standing at a wall covered with candles and
I am rolling her name over my tongue and I am thinking.
I am thinking and praying, but I am not hoping.
A woman went missing; a woman is missing.
I keep going to work, getting up each day.
I brush my teeth, comb my hair, pack my lunch, drive my car.
And mostly I do not think about her. But sometimes I do.
Sometimes the hairs on my neck stand up and the two blocks
between the library and the coffee shop are impossibly long.
angel wingsangel wings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Angel's Wings are beautiful things,like so many butterflies.I want to fly free.
Angel's feet so soft and sweet,Like the clouds they walk on.I want to walk free.
Angel's hands are the golden bands,which keeps the loved ones united.I want to be free.
Take me back,to where I belong.Take me back to where I came from.I want to be free.
Take my hand,And walk with me.Please help me,I want to be free.
one day i will be set free
but the question to u is will u be here too
will u keep ur promises to me
CursedCursed4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Great, another boring science class and now the teacher has to leave for an unexpected meeting. I was lying on the floor staring at the substitute teacher, other kids' feet, backpacks and trash. I looked back up at Fiona. She was sitting at her little desk working furiously on a quiz. I could see the gears grinding against her skull as she was trying to remember an answer. She tied her hair in a loose ponytail to keep her hair out of her eyes while she worked. She was also wearing her mask again. Everyone has a mask you know, like most people have daemons. Daemons, for your information, are animal manifestations of a persons soul. We are just not corporal nor visible to other human beings, just other daemons. I myself is Fi's Daemon and will from hereon in narrate the story. Deal. I think Fiona's mask would look like a clown mask, always smiling though lately the ribbons in the back have been wearing thin. The bell rang. The mass of sophomores g
For the New Year"And you hold me downFor the New Year4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you got me living in the past
Come on and pick me up
Somebody clear the wreckage from the blast"
This year I resolve to forget you
To leave behind your bright eyes
Your curly hair
And your infectious smile
In your brown eyes I once found pleasure
Now I only see pain
In your voice I once found comfort
Now I only find disarray
I resolve that this daytime nightmare will finally end
So I can finally dream again
Of blue skies
And fields of gold
And of someone else's eyes.
If You Were Never HereKung wala ka dito,If You Were Never Here10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wala din ako.
Wala na akong magagawa,
Sa buhay ko dito.
Wala nang masasaya,
At wala nang ma gagawa.
Ang aking isang sasabihin,
Ay hindi na magagawa.
Kung wala ka sa buhay ko,
Ng dito lang ako.
Walang kasama sa gagawin,
At walang ma bibigyan nang mahalin.
Mahal ko ikaw kasi,
Hindi ko alam kung pano sasabihin.
Kung wala ikaw,
Wala na akong magagawa.
Marami na ang aking mga hindi na gagawa.
Hindi ko na masabi sa iyo na mahal ko ikaw.
Kung na mimiss mo ako,
Gusto ko sasabihin mo, para ma sabi ko rin.
Kung gusto mo ako,
At wala ako dyan.
Sabihin mo lang,
At ibulong mo sa hangin.
Yung hangin ay ibibigay sa akin,
Para ma kita ko kung anong sasabihin mo.
Kung wala ka dito,
Ma wawala din ako.
Yung puso ko,
Naka pako na sa iyong muka at puso,
Yung puso ko,
Binigay ko na.
Kung wala ka dito,
Hindi ko alam, pero siguro,
Wala din ako.
NNever,N4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Happens all the time.
Doors slammed in your face.
Beside the bedside table.
Why is it so hard
To loose that first letter,
And make Never,
A colossal remembranceA colossal remembrance4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tis' been the longest so far
Longest point blank since my memories have betrayed me
As this bloody pen and frayed paper could attest
To yet another never ending stroll down amnesia lane
How long has it been?
Since I have seen you wink?
Wink, blissfully, passionately, erratic
And disarrayed as you are
Have I forgotten how each strung sounded?
Or have I not?
Or maybe I have,
Cloudy is the sky tonight
Directionless as this train of thought
Raging on every second
To fleet towards a point without a definite remark
Barefooted, as I am,
Frigid as a waif lost in the virgin woods
For I have devoured every single remorse
Each time the goddess's lips would blurt out
Euphoric lyric onto your ears,
those ardent lyric that you adored to death
Without the need to conform to my ever present emotions
A prose or two is never material
to you and your goddess at least
For it is I, who wasted such dreamy, dreamy winds
To realize in the end
that I have not learned to forget you at
I DON'T BECAUSE...I don't start conversationsI DON'T BECAUSE...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I feel like I'm being annoying.
I feel like I'm being clingy and desperate
and that no one will care,
but rather look for an escape route.
I don't walk up to people
because I feel like I'm being intrusive.
I wasn't invited, so what right do I have to approach them
and try to mingle?
I don't say much
because I don't feel right
burdening other people with my thoughts
or my problems.
They're mine; I should suffer them alone.
I don't ask for anything
because I feel like I'm being needy.
Others shouldn't have to provide for me,
even when I cannot provide for myself.
I should be able to take care of it
and fix things on my own.
I don't put myself in the spotlight
because who am I to strut around as a peacock?
Besides, I'll probably only end up making a fool of myself.
I don't compliment myself
because I feel like I'm being so vain.
So I won't believe your compliments either.
I don't come around you much
because I'm afraid you'll
You bring out the Poet in meBeautiful warm sheets andYou bring out the Poet in me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Birds chirping out the window.
Spring is carving through the unknown persons.
There melts the snow,
A sleeping angel
Taking up the entire bed.
Loose your soul to the cats and chocolates
On the couch. Red lace against
Happily dreaming, joining you
In a nowhere of joy,
Seeping through a sudden rush of happiness.
I can't leave
That sun shining smile,
So genuinely beautiful.
How sweet you lay in front of me,
Hot showers, damp clothes
Left along the side of the tub to be giggled about later.
Such absurd, strange and marvelous visions,
Laughing in our hearts and flowery wine
Mingled in our bodies,
Intoxicated with sanguine dreams.
Yet subtle imaginative a tales,
Worthy of a mad man's praise,
Though seeded in totality.
You bring the poet out in me.
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
because clouds are foreverwe made paper out of clouds that daybecause clouds are forever4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the early-morning sun glowing softly
and our feet getting damp from the mulch
and we wrote poems out of air that evening
light and breezy, nothing sad
to put on our cloud paper.
we made starlight out of dreams that night
letting our new words find the perfect place on the page.
and the black ink gripped the cloud paper
tight as ever it could
to tell its story to the future.
Monday Mornings- wake upMonday Mornings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
- rollover and snooze the phone
- roll back
- run your fingers through his hair,
his sleeping form so calm and
warm beside you.
Not wanting to
Grey clouds enveloping everything
With just a sliver
Of a copper sunrise
- get up
- put on the scattered clothes
across the room.
- jacket and bag ready at the door
- lean in to give him a goodbye kiss-
- tell him "I love you."
- he smiles.
APH: A Result of Love chp 2WARNING: This story contains Yaoi, Mpreg, and AmericaxEnglandAPH: A Result of Love chp 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If you you don't like, please don't read
England's morning sickness continued for quite a few days. This worried America deeply, he decided to go with England to see his private doctor, Mrs Flowers a young british woman with long pretty brown and brown eyes which were hidden by her glasses. As the doctor performed some test and examined England, America noticed that the doctor seemed quite puzzled the whole time. Afterward the two waited for the doctor to come back with the test result. England was clearly nervous pondering about what could be wrong with him.
America had held his hand throughout everything. "It'll be o.k Arthur. Don't worry." He said calmly.
"I hope so. I've never felt this way before." England sighed.
America kissed his had trying to comfort him. England gave him a small smile.
The doctor then entered the room catching the lovers attention, she had a horrifi