How My Business WorksHow My Business Works3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
Kai: Chapter OneKai: Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In calm seas lay the some of the most beautiful and powerful creatures in the world. In the sea there are no limitations only freedom. Evolution in the sea has reached its peak with one of its most feared predators; the Great White Shark. As graceful and beautiful as this mighty fish is, it is a predator; one of the greats at that. It is an unstoppable killing machine, preying on anything that it can catch. It, unlike its far less picky cousin the Tiger Shark, is what I'd like to call a curious eater. The Great White likes to taste a little bit of everything to see if it tastes good. If it likes it, then it has its next meal, if not then whatever is left of the poor soul is left for dead.
The shark that bit me didn't like me very much. Perhaps I was too scrawny or maybe I was really so unappealing that not even a blood thirsty shark would want me. Whatever the case, the monster left me with half of my intestines and five broken ribs. The doctors said that it was a miracle that I surviv
My MichelleMy Michelle5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Valor y a por el toro.
Qué fácil decirlo y qué difícil atreverse.
Por primera vez sentía una timidez intensa.
La observaba, desde lejos, entre los demás adolescentes que había bajo ese techo. No se daba cuenta. Bebía con despreocupación, riendo a cualquier cosa que le decían.
La Bella Bestia embriagada permanecía ignorante, arropada bajo los brazos del licor.
Sus chispeantes ojos verdes, su curiosa forma de vestir, su particular personalidad. Su cabello oscuro con mechas rojas, su inconfundible sonrisa. Un duendecillo benévolo, pero solitario.
Amiga de todos y a la vez de nadie.
Todo el mundo tenía buenas palabras para referirse a ella. Todos la habían abrazado alguna vez, la habían hecho reír. Todos, excepto el tímido muchacho que la observaba de lejos.
Nunca la había visto dos veces con el mismo grupo de chicos. Nunca la había visto junto a alguien en los ratos libres.
Let The Wounds Be UndoneLet The Wounds Be Undone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let The Wounds Be Undone
I heal to just be healed again...
So many wounds to mend...
My body feels no end...
Without pain there can be no relief
Last resort hope gives birth to belief
I knew there was always something better
I prayed for the days ahead to get brighter
As I lay in ruin
I feel my heart still beating
Pieces of destruction
Can be transformed into pieces of creation
Forgot about yesterday / I only know of today
The light sparks my way / Pushed the darkness away
Life is what I'm fighting for / You can't hurt me anymore
I'm stronger than before / The broken pieces are now whole
I wave my tarnished hands
Over my torn skin
My heart's no longer glass
This is my despair vanishing
I lift up my remains
And let go of the past
It's just another memory
But now here I stand
Tears will become numb!
Scars will be overcome!
Let the wounds be undone!
Special Soups SoupSpecial Soups Soup2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Special Soups Soup
They called him Soups. Soups used to live in an unused basement that was accessible via a small window on street level. It was only a few corners away from Soup's favorite restaurant. Many people ate there but not all finished their plates. A very nice chef worked in the kitchen there. Soups liked him because every night after closing time, he would make him chicken soup. Hence the name: Soups. He'd throw some leftover meat – he knew chicken was Soup's favorite – in leftover soup, along with some leftover pasta, rice or bread, and put it outside in a plastic box. Soups loved the leftover chicken soups. It always tasted delicious, but none tasted like the other.
Some days, Soups knew he could afford to wait until evening for his main dish, the soup, to be served, sometimes along with a short pat on the head from the chef's tired hand. But some days, the chef didn't work, so Soups walked between the tables on the terrace looking for guests accidentally drop
Don't Leave Me Alone (Manic Depression)I was happy an hour agoDon't Leave Me Alone (Manic Depression)3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But now I'm not so sure
Alone and looking out the window
I just lost myself
To fifteen minutes of
I can't take it anymore
I can't feel anything but
Always to the extreme
I'm reaching out from the middle
Which extreme will it be?
Something is wrong with me
So please don't leave me alone
With my thoughts of temptation
Of a rising emotion
Multiplied by the second
Just don't leave me alone
Because we knew all along
Just couldn't put a name
To my manic depressive disorder
UnleashedUnleashed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know this feeling
Or how to describe it
I feel my remorse changing
I'm becoming this
Rip this rage
From my heart
Open the cage
Let me out
Break Break Break
Through the walls
Of my mind
I don't know
What I'm doing
Losing the control
Over my emotions
Take Take Take
Away the fault
It's not mine
It's been so long
Since I've felt anger
Usually I'm not headstrong
But I couldn't keep it together
Forsake Forsake Forsake
The whole world
Leave it behind
Oh how the gentle have fallen
But this is what I get
Wasted all of this time trying
Nothing left to defend
Hope is conquered
I'm Honestly OkayI'm fine.I'm Honestly Okay3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm always fine.
I'm sorry if I am acting odd,
But honestly, I'm fine.
She looks away when you catch her eye,
Asks you how you are,
Even though you have just asked the same...
Does this not seem strange?
She acts like being fine,
Is all part of the job description,
She bottles it up inside,
I wonder what she hides.
She sits down and listens to your problems,
Listens and thinks intently,
But have you not seen that far off look in her eyes,
That appears every once in a while?
It never stays for long,
Pops in then straight back out,
Sometimes she has to shake herself,
To bring her thoughts back to reality.
Do you ever notice,
How she never says whats truly on her mind?
Does it worry you?
Keep you up at night?
Her skirt it twirls,
In the midnight sun,
As she spins around,
Never letting you see what she holds.
When you get an honest answer,
When she can look you in the eye,
When you ask how are you,
And do not recieve a lie.
Only then will you truly know her,
If someone asked me..If someone asked a couple months ago, that if I ever missed you. I would have bit my lip and turned away. Holding back tears of pain, happiness, regret. Thousands of memories playing over and over through my mind. Memories of us, laughing, kissing, acting as if nothing could ever bring us down.If someone asked me..3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But now, if someone asked me if I missed you, the answer would be yes. Just plain and simple, I thank you for the love you've given me, and all the good times we've shared, despite the fights and hateful words. I look back and see that it won't ever work again even if we tried. Our friendship was altered, but was it worth it? Loosing such a good friend, I could turn to you for almost anything. But now I don't dare try that, I feel so distant from you, it's like I barely even know you.
I know that we'll both find someone else, it's only a matter of time sweetie. We just have to keep our heads held high, our eyes wide open. We're still young, don't expect everything to happen right now
this is less of a love poem and more of athere is something to be saidthis is less of a love poem and more of a3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about resisting the temptation
to start out with a bang.
the hallway of your neck
has never lost its scent
and it's something, i swear,
i swear, i can never forget
because it's something surreal
to wake up while you're asleep
and feel you pull me closer
til our faces almost meet-
hold onto that almost,
hold onto it like stardust.
you need to touch me in a whisper
because it's been too long
since i've felt the hand of someone
who actually meant it,
someone who actually meant something
and i'm so glad, my god,
i'm on my knees
i am praying to(o,) my god
that we won't burn out so quick this time,
i'm too tired to bear new scars
i just want you to love me
but that's not something i could ever ask.
just some time maybe,
i know that no august moon can watch us forever
and keep us warm,
and no constellation can teach me everything
i've ever needed to know.
but everything ugly i ever saw about you
and everything unflattering?
it's gone like the magic we
ThoughtsI'm so sick of not being perfectThoughts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sick of hurting people
I'm tired of doing nothing right
I'm tired of holding back
Let me scream
Let me lash out
Let me show you the other side of me
And try telling me you still know me
Everything confined inside
It builds until I almost burst
My eyes grow heavy
My fingers claw at my arms
Tear out my hair
Twitch for the blade
I hold back
But I can only hold so much
Then I do it again
I screw up
And I fall again
Self-loathing is almost a comfort
I often wonder why
Why am I this way
Why am I messed up
Answers won't be found
I'm sick of hating myself
I'm sick of hiding it too
I'm just tired of the pain
I'm tired of taking it out on myself
Let me hide in the dark
Let me face it once again
Only through self-destruction
Can I build the true me
I wish I wasn't this way
I wish I knew how to stop it
But it's there
I only hope you still accept me
I find comfort in one
Who's eyes aren't blind through my self-hatred
Stereotypical EmoEmo does not mean to have cool puffy backcombed hair with side bangs and the long extensions and the colorful colours through itStereotypical Emo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emo does not mean wearing black T-shirts/tops/vests or band tops or the wrist bands, and with skulls decorating everything you wear
Emo does not mean cutting yourself all the time or constantly sulking for yourself
Emo is not a type of music which is personally designed
Emo is not a type/brand of person or a feeling or constantly acting like there's no one there for you and you're all alone
Emo Means Emotional
It can be hating yourself for your own person reasons and everyone chooses to express it in different ways, all these things are just some ways some choose to do so
Well, they were before they became so over used and can just be a fashion statement to some or just a normal music genre to listen to.
But the long fringe can sometimes be the only thing they feel they can hide behind silently and unnoticeable without difficulty
Sometimes it's a case of wear
Rest In PeaceRest In Peace8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Ashes in my stomach,
Ghosts of a fire that once consumed my heart in the heat of passion, choke me.
Equilibrium off balance, all that was is no more, and all that I never knew is all too familiar.
My memories leave me breathless, as if I am drowning in a cold sea of regret.
Tossing and turning in agony, living a nightmare from which I just cannot awaken.
Who knew that fire would leave me cold,
That breathing would suffocate me,
That what I saw was blinding me,
That life was killing me,
And that something would give me nothing.
What makes me alive? Is it the fact that my heart pumps the blood through my veins? Why does that matter when I have not a reason to live, for it is love that defined me.
White turns to black and night fades to day,
Left turns to the right and downward leads up.
Welcome to my life, where pain becomes numbness and happiness feels like an unfamiliar high.
Where I face my fears every morning I wake up, and I battle my demons every time I see a mirror
when feelings grow big enough to have scaryi can recognise youwhen feelings grow big enough to have scary3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by the shape of your back:
the valleys around your spine,
the broad slopes
of pale land,
features like plateaus
and bookended by the hills
of your shoulders.
it is nothing
compared to the feeling
of strength you give
when i am held,
your arms strapped to
those hills like dense rivers,
rapids paced like silver,
catching me in their
the moon looks different
when i try to fall asleep
i feel the stars' breath
as the space in my bed
soon, the breath of summer
will tickle our toes
and sink us near the sea.
i pray each night to my god
that the ship we have made
Germany x Reader No Regrets, Just Love~Germany x Reader No Regrets, Just Love~3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Germany x Reader No Regrets, Just Love
You sat on the olive-colored couch, sipping coke while watching the madness unfold before you. Arthur was unconscious on the floor, muttering about Alfred still needing him. And a very drunk Mathias went to find an unsuspecting Lukas, but didn't make it past the comatose Brit. And finally, Gilbert and Ludwig were still downing drinks at the homemade bar.
You still weren't quite sure how you ended up in Arthur's house in the first place, but then you remembered. Well, everyone had already made plans and they knew you were going to be home alone this weekend, so they had invited you to their little get-together. Although, you suspected their ulterior motive was to make you their personal designated driver. This irked you a little, but you let it go whenever you thought of how you were keeping them from getting into an accident.
Gilbert finally dropped ten minutes later. Ludwig tried to shake his brother awake, but the albino was out cold. He
GilbertxReader: Breathless - Chapter OneGilbertxReader: Breathless - Chapter One3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Click clack click clack...
With every step the heels of my pumps smacked against the gritty pavement.
The somber gray veil of clouds drifting over the hazy city was an omnipresent reminder of the approaching rain. The mass of people I was pushing against felt the same way; they were all clad in coats, hats, and umbrellas. I gritted my teeth and tugged my own trench coat tighter against my body at the thought. Towering skyscrapers, so tall they seemed to curve in on me, shadowed my path towards the subway.
I bumped into a stout man cloaked in a charcoal jacket and fedora, muttering a small sorry. He didn't even bother to peer up; he grunted indifferently and continued on his way.
I sighed deeply. It seemed my existence was as infinitesimal here as it was back home.
I felt a droplet of water land upon my hatted head. I looked up at the cloudy origin of the splash. Almost instantly there were thousands that followed in it's wake. 
I came upon the terminal that I was look
ConfusedI want to be aloneConfused8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But once I am
I can't stand
I want everything to be quiet
But once it is
I can't stand
I want to live my life
But once I start
I just feel like dying
I want to be happy
But once I am
I always become sad
I want to laugh
But when I do
I feel like crying
I want to be loved
But once I am
I feel nothing but hate
I want to forget the past
But once I do
I feel ashamed
I want to be strong
But once I am
I always become weak
I don't know
I don't know why
I feel this way
Just please understand
Not AnymoreYou.Not Anymore3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you.
I love you with all my heart and soul.
I love you, but you don't love me.
It used to be us.
The two of us in sync through heart and mind.
It used to be us, loving each other.
Every second of every day I remember you.
I see you in my memories and dreams.
Every second I remember what we used to be, and what we are no longer.
Each day I wake up and for a moment still forget you're gone.
I think about all we did, and how great it felt.
Each day I had been with you was real.
I was wrong to go so fast.
I forgot who I was, and I left you at a time I needed to be near you more than ever.
I was wrong to let you slip through my fingers.
But you're not. Not anymore.
You're gone like a leaf on the wind.
If I hadn't been so stupid maybe you would still be here.
But you'll never be here.
You'll never come back.
You'll never love me again.
Your Lies have almost took my lifeYour Lies have almost took my lifeYour Lies have almost took my life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your Lies have almost took my life,
Pretty blind, now I see your knife,
Cutting me down to earth,
Do you even know how much that hurts?
Of course you do,
Because it's you,
It's fun to see me on the ground ,
Look around ,look around!
All my pain is your work
All my blood your joy,
Am I just your little voodoo toy?
Am I the dork?
And yes, you're really made it,
Looking at me
I'm on my knees
Begging for my life, which seems to flee
And all the flames ,they hit and hurt
Goodbye my life ,goodbye my love
Your lies have took me life…
The Suffering I DisavowThe Suffering I Disavow3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I left my soul back home,
all the way back and on its own...
I left my soul back home,
Leaving my heart as cold as stone.
Here stands my being,
damn near without emotion,
In spite of what I've been seeing,
Am without a decent devotion...
Tears fall from the cracks in that accursed sky,
A rain fallen from ducts on high.
I take the pain unnaturally, by and by.
I recall the moments that had my tongue in a tie,
and still does my beating heart seem to live a lie,
and then I see nothing but stars in that accursed sky.
I can't help but wonder,
if I am acknowledged when I pray,
When I have, this heart beats like thunder,
Yet still does my faith keep my questions at bay.
I can feel the memories burning through,
searing out, the pitiful thoughts to ensue,
the ravaging fear, and sudden fits I never knew.
But my mind is but a prison that reminders bring me to.
Languid I am,
the man of few words here and now...
Still in love, and to my shepard a lamb...
yet still a shell of myself, as th
DepressionI've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it's that simple.Depression9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just 'has depression.' You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It's likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of you bed. Or maybe you will sleep until 1pm, because it's so much easier to sleep through most of the day than actually live it, and you're so unbelievably tired anyway. You will push through the day, knowing that every hour will be a struggle and not knowing how you will feel tomorrow. People will ask what is wrong, and you will simply smile and say 'nothing, I'm just tired
JumpingI'm not jumpingJumping3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to hit the ground
I'm not jumping
to end my misery
I'm not jumping
as an experiment
I'm not jumping
to get back at anyone
But I'm jumping
so you'll catch me
I'm not jumping at all
Awaken my sleeping thoughtsAwaken my sleeping thoughts12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Awaken me again
Eyes glossed over from sleep
Dreams cast shadows on my wall
Teasing my fantasies;
Flashing images of you.
Beneath the sheets
Twisted with the movements of night
Passion consumes my heart
It beats with the echoes of your name
My life without you could never be the same.
Hair matted to my face
Lips wet with saliva
Your face runs through my mind
Like the chill down my back.
Your touch causes me to quiver
I long for just one kiss
To be consumed into you
To be suspended in the bliss;
And taste the life on your tongue.
Breath; hot and sticky
Clings to my lungs
Chaos in my mind
You lying next to me, an image that will come with time.
Eyes clenched shut
Do not want to open them
Only to face reality
The reality of you not here.