Tips para ser mejor ArtistaTips para ser mejor Artista6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Tips cómo ser un mejor artista
No, no he venido a decirte como ganar más experiencia en tus habilidades artísticas u obtener tu propio estilo. Vengo a hablar de cómo ser un mejor artista en tu mente, eso significa cuando se es un gran artista incluso mas allá del papel. Carácter y sabiduría
En lo que te conviertas al final es tu camino o responsabilidad, (la cosa es que depende de ti...)
Esta es mi opinión, no tienes porqué estar de acuerdo, espero que lo estés.
1.- Trata de tener un sentido de calidad y estética primero, trata de tener una ética de trabajo o disciplina
2.- La fama y popularidad no hacen a un buen artista y no es un indicador de crear "buen arte". Ignora Internet y a los besatraseros
3.- La arrogancia no es un método para mejorar tus habilidades artísticas
4.- La intolerancia a otros métodos artísticos te vuelven cerra
Grima's LamentGrima's Lament4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I dwell in exile here,
In Isengard's tower, far from home?
All I wanted was her love...
I was the king's trusted servant,
His counsellor, his eyes and ears--
He should have let me have her,
His sister's daughter, golden Eowyn!
I turned to the wise and powerful one,
Trusting the White Hand to give more freely;
He promised me riches, power, and more--
The woman I desired, if I but served him...
All I did, I did for love, not greed;
And how was I rewarded?
Lies and empty promises
Have soiled my proud name...
It was Saruman's doing, not mine;
And now I rot with him in Orthanc,
Laughing bitterly at his defeat---
At least he now shares my misery...
My Wildest DreamsI want to travel to places I’ve never been yet seen thousands of times through photographs and books. I want to meditate in a Buddhist temple for a few weeks. I want to see the ruins of past cities, I want to study them. I want to learn the ancient languages that have been almost completely forgotten. A friend said I could put money into my retirement fund but with the way things are going now by the time I could retire I might be dead. I told my mother I want to go to Africa. She looked at me like I had lost my mind. “It’s dangerous!” Really? Is that all she thought of? There’s so much more than the danger lurking there… the beauty, the culture, I want to see it and experience it. I want to take my camera with me on this journey around the world. I’d love to see the remains of the rainforest before they are wiped out completely! I want to climb the highest mountains and see the great beauties of the land below me from such a height. I want toMy Wildest Dreams2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Der Riese FinishedDer RieseDer Riese Finished6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Electricity emerged from the mainframe outside of the secret factory of Der Riese; with a bright light the electricity subsided and four men were standing as the light faded. Looking around quickly the American; Tank Dempsey was shocked.
He quickly turned to the three behind him; the Russian Soviet Nicolai was on his knees holding his stomach. The two above him the Imperial soldier Takeo was grasping the tilt of his katana with his right hand while looking outwards. The German, Doctor Richtofen was putting a magazine into the MP40 he wielded.
"What the hell just happened? Everyone ok?" Dempsey asked them at once.
Nicolai groaned as his stomach began to play up on him, which too add that he said "Ooh, I think I will throw up...."
Richtofen knelt down, set down the MP40 and patted the Russian on the back, which he said to him in reply, "A mere side effect Russian." Then Nicolai threw up on the ground with finished with another groan.
"Everything is normal."
Takeo looked at the
Red vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star Trek7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The scene opens with the familiar animated star field. A familiar ship comes into view flying on a tilt. It passes the viewer at high speed. The saucer bares the familiar name and designation of USS Enterprise NCC-1701 but it looks like someone spray painted Sarges ship over Enterprise in red. The view pans over the top of the saucer of the Enterprise to focus on the bridge. Inside are four Spartan soldiers attending various stations. They are the red team from red army, Sarge in the captains chair, Donut at the Helm, Simmons at sensors, doubling for communications, and Griff at the second station next to Donut.
Sarge: Sarges log today. Whatever today is
Simmons: Its a stardate, Sarge. Technically today would be stardate 13-88.5.
Sarge: Shut up, Simmons. Let me do the log.
Simmons: Can do, Sarge.
Griff: Why dont we just go by the normal time stamp? You know, Month, day and then year.
Simmons: That is how a
The Stranger (Dangers Below)High on the vapours.The Stranger (Dangers Below)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
High as skyscrapers.
Car fumes, perfumes...
It's all in the papers.
Black and white print.
Street corner mints.
Pop to the shops
to find out you're skint.
City life slowed
in the alley, you go.
Beware of the stranger
and dangers below.
Flash Fiction: Good Business We're finished, Madame. How do you feel?Flash Fiction: Good Business6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The sound of knuckles popping echoed through the dilapidated ballroom. The silver chamber set up in the center hissed loudly as it opened.
I feel.... ah... A woman breathed deeply, then sighed happily. I feel fantastic. Slowly she stepped from the blinding lights inside the chamber, dressed in a black smock.
Would you like to see your new body? A tall man in a grey uniform stepped forward, motioning towards one of the few mirrored walls that hadn't been smashed. Most of our clients don't care, but I knew you'd like to see. He pointed her towards the mirror that had been cleaned of all dust and grime.
FunnyWhat's two things Brittney Spears and Paris Hilton don't have that we people have?Funny8 years ago in Historical More Like This
Underpants and brains!
You can't fix stupid, but you can fix your face, but Michael Jackson can't fix his.
Say this three times fast:
How many sheets can this sheet slitter slit?
Say this five times fast:
Say this three times fast:
I am sofa king we todd ed!
Bill Nye the science guy is not Davey Jones in pirates of the carribean people its Bill Nighe from Underworld as Victor you stupid idiots geesh!
Why did the chicken cross the road?
So that way he can prove to the possum he could do it.
Adam Sandler in 50 first dates
Drew Barrymore as Lucy: How's the cow?
Adam Sandlar: Same as you everyday but we still have to convince her she is a cow.
Ula's kid: Daddy whats a nimpho?
Ula: oh uh the nimpho is the state bird of Ohio
Adam Sandler: Ya and you're the state idiot of Hawaii
Ula: one day u just go for it and the next thing you know poof you're gone
Adam Sandler: See I'm not so sure about th
NumbI woke up this morning,Numb9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
and applied my face.
To hide the tears of last night.
And now scrape it away,
see the skin under my fingernails.
Can't feel a thing .
So god damn numb.
So tired of falling .
Maybe I'll wake up one day.
You see through the smile on my face,
like I thought you would.
You linger inside.
Where I'm cold, hollow and numb.
Where my soul rests until I release it next.
Help me feel something.
Don't want to be numb any more.
Come and save me.
Please oh, god, I think I'm falling.
I close my eyes.
And you there,
You say you want to know everything .
All I want to is to feel something.
Instead of all this pain that here.
I thought today i was happy,
For the first time in ages.
My fingers start to itch .
I need you.
I'm so used to this numb sensation,
My body tingles, as my soul awakes.
My arm itches and I feel faint.
I can't feel that I'm tearing my arm apart because of you.
Because I'm so Numb.
Please, make me feel,
make me real, once again.
and it came on in waves.and it came on in waves.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Big Sur was a name that lived in the mouths of surfers and the words of Jack Kerouac and Henry Miller. Spontaneity drove me to this place as I ventured away from the Los Angeles wasteland back to the Silicon graveyard called home. The boredom of business for a whole week might have been the true cause. I'm never one not to take an adventure.
But California natives drove smart. To cross from one side of the state to the other, you took I-5 or 101. We laughed at the idiots who took the "scenic route" for pleasure, not for business. You only took Highway 1 to access the beaches. With the twists and turns, possible motion sickness, mudslides, rockslides, fog and constant construction, Highway 1 was a tourist's wake-up call-- not all is sunny-sexy in the Golden state. Seeing as I lived four years away from home, where the Northeast's transportation circulatory system pulses strong, fast and easy, I did an un-native thing and turned off at Pismo Beach for Highway 1.
Driving this road a few h
Mother Nature's Body[The is the poem I'm entering for the contest at my library. The one and only rule was that it had to be about nature. This is what I came up with in less then an houre and this is what I'm turning in. ]Mother Nature's Body3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The grass is her soft skin,
moving oeacefully and quietly in the slow breaze.
The trees are her cloths,
keeping bad off her skin and letting healing water to her body.
The rivers and streams is her flowing hair,
long and beautiful, always moving and never ending.
Her emotion in the weather,
sometimes depressing rain,sometimes bright happy days, and even harmful tornadoes,hail,floods.
There must be good, and bad in and on us all.
As her emotions go wild and they
may be deadly, we are hurting her
as she is hurting us.
We cut down her clothes that leaves her vulnerable.
This gives her scars, bruns, and diseases.
We are suppose to help,
not hurt her.
We start the fires,
we kill and scar her skin,
we make her sick and beat her down.
She might kill millions but,
millions are killing
exhibit.Nanny thinks the carpet is too softexhibit.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to be my torturecage
and the sofa and endtables are poor
jailbars, but we
are feline and we're too tough to care
bigsister and littlesister are lioncubs today
baby lionesses, authentically,
we even lap milk from
ceramic bowls, bellies swollen from
the orders we give: 'emily, you're the
Get us more milk.'
She hates serving us, she's only four
but she's getting strong and someday
she'll earn predator status.
(give thanks that we do not consume you, emily,
your fingers peek through the cagebars and
they are white and young and blood
is sweeter than breastmilk)
Roar. We are learning to growl
I tried to wrestle littlesister but we collided with
Nanny's gnarled sandalfeet and
So am I, Nanny.
I am a lioness today and I
Sarah tosses her mane and I explain patiently (she's only six) that lionesses are free,
don't need manes to chase antelopes
she's too young to care
if her imagination grants her maned masculine lion
The SphereAeka stared at the huge object that lay before them.The Sphere8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Kota was leaning forwards, out of his seat. "God. How big is it?"
The scientist closed his eyes for a moment, then spoke: "About fity eight thousand sqaure kilometers. All of it at least ten klicks thick."
"And...what is it?"
"Some of us think it's part of a Dyson sphere...do you know what that is?"
"Yes." Interrupted Kota.
"Good. Tell Aeka later. We have a rendez-vous just above the inner surface." Aeka engaged the engines, not taking her eyes of the massive fragment, drifting through space.
It looked like a piece of eggshell, except that eggshell isn't ten kilometers thick, and drifts through space. The outside was black, except for a ragged hole. The inside was differant.
It had definately been the site of something. Except it was all gone now. There were dried up river beds, mountains, a weird grey miss-match. Oddly crater free, considering the frequent meteors.
There were tiny glittering things drifting acros
Sound in my SoulSound in my Soul4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My heart begins to beat
To the silent,slow and sweet
Sound in my soul.
I began to lose control
Of everything I know
I felt as pure as snow.
Out of everything I had
This feeling made me glad.
How could I have survived so long
Without this beautiful song?
Im starting to believe
That this feeling will never leave.
I begin to sing aloud
Im on the brink,
About to overflow
Lets get this going
And start the show.
The BridgeThe Bridge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Among the Wooden Paths,
I stride alone in the Empty Forest,
The wind behind my back,
Blowing softly and pushing me forward.
Moments in time suddenly seem to halt,
As I watch from afar,
The bridge that lies before me,
Am I strong enough to lay my hand?
Across its wooden surface?
Can I cross it?
Find the path hidden in the shadows ahead of me?
Can I find Courage in the darkness so bleak?
To find a light that will guide me?
Seconds fade away.
Across the Bridge,
Across the Gap,
Leading to my pride,
Leading to my Courage,
Leading to my Hope,
Leading to my Love...
Played Kingdom Hearts Too MuchYou Know You Play Too Much Kingdom Hearts When...Played Kingdom Hearts Too Much7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
#1: You start to use your house keys to beat up people that you don't like.
#2: You went and got your hair spiked just like Sora's.
#3: You re-watch every Disney movie you own just so you'll get the references.
#4: You re-play every Final Fantasy you own just so you'll get the references.
#5: You start calling the people that you don't like 'Heartless'.
#6: They actually know what you are talking about.
#7: You cried when you couldn't beat Sephiroth for the millionth time.
#8: You screamed like a maniac when you finally beat him.
#9: And you are content to never fight him again, because once was enough for a lifetime.
#10: You cried like a baby at the end of the first game when Sora and Kairi were separated.
#11: You know the Theme Songs by heart. (Even the Japanese version even though you may or may not speak Japanese)
#12: You got upset at the first game because they only showed Mickey Mouse for about two seconds at the end.
Suspended LoveLet us live suspendedSuspended Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this moment of pure bliss
Where I can think about you
However I please
When I can lust and fantasize
Over every crease of your being
And let you over take my thoughts
And be all I can see
Let us live suspended
Floating on this dream
No one can rip these seams
That we have sewn between our skins
I want to let you see me clean
With no other man by my side
Let that be the last you see of me
Suspended forever in time
Let us not live in agony
In a time when we can’t be
Everything for each other
Let no one else intervene
This love we’ve grown is green and alive
Its trunk tall and strong
I hope the branches will hold me
As I hang myself suspended in time
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 4My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart
Macchiato Part 2
The coloured lights pulsed and reflected off every surface, every cocktail and every bottle showcased in the shelving behind the bar. The sweaty throng of dancers flocked together, twisting their bodies to the rhythmic shapes of the music in the humid air. They worshipped the DJ, elevated on his podium. They were his disciples and we would join in their cause.
"What do you reckon?" I raised my voice to ask Chris.
"Seems alright but I want a drink." He responded and turned to the bar
"Nah, no, no, get out there and scout the war zone. I'll get the drinks."
Chris raised his blonde eyebrows once, glanced towards the bar longingly and then finally spun on his heels and trudged towards the dance floor. I swaggered up to the bench, looking around at the other people eagerly awaiting service. I ordered two beers for Chris and myself. Turning abruptly, I accidentally knocked the arm of a dark haired guy who was carrying three drinks, causin
Piratas da Areia RubraPiratas da Areia Rubra4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Eles estão chegando! Protejam o convés! mal foi pronunciada a ordem, os tripulantes do Rose Noir, navio a serviço da Esquadra Delfim de Aurin, se debruçaram sobre a amurada, seus mosquetes carregados e prontos para disparar ao menor sinal. Seus olhos estavam fixos na escura selva de palmeiras, onde uma algazarra infernal de gritos selvagens anunciava o ataque iminente. Teria sido tolice se aventurar naquele lugar onde nem a Marinha do Sultanato ousava adentrar? Quantas embarcações haviam perecido naquele arquipélago demoníaco, saqueadas por feras semi-humanas e tingindo a maré de sangue? O Primeiro Imediato Gorlois engoliu em seco ao lembrar das histórias que havia ouvido no Porto de Aratta, sobre os povos canibais que habitavam aquelas ilhas desde antes da chegada da Tribo de Sharyar, e sobre os estranhos sacrifícios que dedicavam a entidades ancestrais. Colocando a arma sobre a fronte, ele fez uma prece à
Cutting Is CommonCutting Is Common10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You see her from across the way
Reading what her body says
Long sleeves whispering of bleeding wrists
Eyes hang low, silently admitting it
You know all of these signs so well
The language it speaks, the stories they tell
It reads like novels, all full of misery
Some of the pages torn from your own history
Does it help you to see someone do it like you did
Can you see why your friends misconstrued it?
And they worried about you all night, every night
Can you see now how it was justified fright?
You study her scars and know it's not for attention
The contours of cuts you know that you should not mention
They creep back into darkness as she pulls down her sleeve
Her body is anxious, now she can't wait to leave
She'll return home, lock her door and hide
Like the scars that she covers, she turns from the light
They won't go away, they'll be there forever
Through the pain of her life, they'll go through together
Before those lines can heal or fade
She's overwhelmed by another cycle of hate