Glazes Part 1Glaze Recipes Part 1Glazes Part 14 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Sharing a few formula's I use
all glazes are ^6 electric/oxidation
Shiny Red got this one from dA- sorry, forget who had it
21 Laguna Borate
16 Nepheline Syenite
5 Tin Oxide
0.15 Chrome Oxide
Pete Pinnel;s Weathered Blue
1 Lithium Carbide
20 Strontium Carbonate
60 Nepheline Syenite
10 OM-4 Ball Clay
1 cobalt chloride
3 copper carbonate
25.3 Potash Feldspar
20.0 Gerstley Borate
22.0 Nepheline Syenite
1.8 Red Iron Oxide
2.8 Light Rutile
3.5 Copper Carbonate
Fear Not thy SemicolonGrammar is a force to be reckoned with, armed with such mighty weapons as: , : ; ' " . and ?. In short: quite an impressive arsenal. Unfortunately, one mighty piece of punctuation has been sadly both abused and underused over the years. I am here writing this to attempt to rectify that!Fear Not thy Semicolon4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Here, let me show you
"As a child I used to jump off the roof of my house, it was all part of a fiendishly clever scheme to force my body to evolve wings and fly free around the world."
This sentence is incorrect. The comma alone isn't strong enough to hold a sentence together; I guess it hasn't spent enough time at the gym. A comma is only a breath or pause, not a transition. To put it simply, I have just violated the comma by using it in ways it should never be used and it may now require months of intensive therapy.
"As a child I used to jump off the roof of my house. It was all part of a fiendishly clever scheme to force my body to evolve wings and fly free around the world."
This is correct.
I can'tI can't wait to turn on my music,I can't2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Letting the rhythm flow all over me,
The melodies I sing along to every time,
Songs of anthem, dance, and meaning,
A thing I love to listen to.
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;The Bride of Atlas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders
GrapefruitI hold a microcosm in this globe,Grapefruit4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heavy on the palm of my hand,
full of regret and heat.
it is heft and heady smell,
the unexpected roundness discovered on the ground
after the season's first rain, a secret shielded
by shining leaves pulled open like wet, wide eyes.
The skin blushes with nervous goose-flesh,
fragrant as a summer promise.
It is the dark light behind your iris,
lemonade on the green porch,
hair stripped by the sun until it is soft and wild.
It holds the flesh of the hot season
tightly beneath its puckered skin
and I knock on the door of its fullness
with my teeth.
We are sharing this summer secret together,
in the gray plant nursery
where the mud sucks your shoes from your feet.
A stooped tree glances at us from the spot
where it burst through a fence,
speckled with moss.
The words I cannot tell you"Open your heart", you sayThe words I cannot tell you6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Well did you know, beautiful, that we can only see a portion of the whole spectrum of light?
There are infrared rays, defending my inner ugliness.
Once upon a time I would have called them prison and I would have realized how they only make it impossible for us to really understand, really be in, each other.
Once upon a time, I believed in fairytales.
There are gamma radiations, feeding this cancer.
I wish I could utter them, the words I cannot tell you. I wish there was a chemotherapy I could undergo, I wish there was a rehabilitation capable of teaching me again that if I give my true self to you
I wish, but I am no Genie; only a disappointed Aladdin.
There are ultraviolet anchors, sinking my bravery.
I used to be attracted by you with the intensity of gravity, 9.81 m/s2 and growing. I used to think that I'd never be able to stop Newtons from getting me nearer to you.
I used to know how this law of phys
Faelidh Currency (Community Bank)Faelidh Currency (Community Bank) 6 months ago in Settings More Like This
Faelidh currency are called Shards! Faes have 4 different types of Shards, each representing a different amount.
Wood- 1 Shard
Stone- 5 Shards
Crystal- 10 Shards
Gem- 50 Shards
You as a member or a Faelidh owner can earn shards to spend on different rewards! You can earn Shards by completing group prompts, entering contests, group challenges, Plot Events, and potentially other ideas to be released in the future!
(Wood=1, Stone=5, Crystal=10, Gem=50)
Hover over the Shards for values!
One Entry into group raffles or giveaways
A small accessory for one Faelidh
An outfit piece for one Faelidh
For the Sake of an Angel“One can tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.”For the Sake of an Angel3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He’s an angel. He doesn't even know it, but he is.
When I was young, I was told that all people are assigned a guardian angel at birth to look out for them, to keep them out of danger. As I got older, I stopped believing in angels. I realized that there was no one watching my back but me. In the end we’re all alone and there’s no one coming to save you.
But then…There was. There was a voice in my ear guiding me, and there were supporting arms to lean into when I thought the end had come for me. There were sparkling eyes and tiny smiles and Sencha green tea and something to look forward to every day. He had lifted me out of the darkest depths of my persona
I Like To Play With SkinI Like To Play With Skin:I Like To Play With Skin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dear friends and watch,
As the feeling of life itself
Crumbles beneath each ounce of pain.
Needles slowly piercing into the body,
Paralyzing nerves and expressions.
A mask of pure horror; living terror,
Kept alive on the barest limit of the border.
Such tempting features,
Leave me eager to slip a knife beneath flesh.
Ripping soft layers of epidermal mache,
Tanned and dried, woven slowly into a loving mask.
And with my latest acquisition complete,
Only twenty spaces remain...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 28th April 2013
The Moon's Curse 10"OHMIGOSH!!!" Alyssa squealed as she read from the journal, along with Haley, Angel, Eliana, and Allison who hovered over her reading the journal, while Matt and Damon waited for their turn.The Moon's Curse 105 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can you girls stop squealing already? That's the third time in five minutes!" Damon complained. Matt nodded and took out his ear plugs.
"What in the world are you guys squealing about?" Kellie said as she walked into the room, with a sly grin playing on her face.
"We just read like a cliffhanger in Emmaline's journal! It's so suspenseful I could like " Haley trailed off.
"Do a backflip!" "Eat a goat!" "Do a Dance!" "Explode!" The four girls replied to Haley's sentence, a little bit too imaginatively.
"WHAT ARE YOU READING?" Kellie managed to say above the others while Damon and Matt looked at each other and sighed.
"Mel sent us a journal that just happens to be Emily Kinney's great-great-great-great-great- ." Matt said as he was interrupted by Angel.
"JUST GET ON WITH IT!" Angel said, bo
StormStorm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't much like this game we play
A game of trick and treat
Like a dog jumping up or playing dead
For just a bit of meat.
You hold the priceless feelings
Just above my head.
Impossible to reach,
With a heart that feels like lead.
I bend and contort my mind
In hopes I won't lose you next.
Every breathless moment
And every misread text.
Pretend for just a second
That I have disappeared.
You'll never see my face again,
Just as you have feared.
The feelings you seek from me,
You'll just have to seek some more
From other girls out there
They have those feelings in store.
Cuz a life waiting to get mine
For when you decide to give 'em
Isn't very fair or proper
For either of us to live in.
Just like it isn't right
For me to lead you on
Knowing I'll be leaving soon.
It's like living in a con.
But I can't help these feelings
As I struggle like never before.
And I whisper to myself, asking
Why do I want this more?
Dear Poetry,I might be dangerously on the verge of being poetic, but-Dear Poetry,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes I don't feel me in my own skin.
I am too many breaks between pulses,
& a heart still living in the autumn of 99.
I'm telling stories about a girl.
A soul made of ink & godly metaphors,
too much for a non-homeostatic body.
There were once fireflies in her smile,
alight between the gaps in her teeth.
love letters carved into wrists
she never sent.
She is Porphyria, & you are her lover.
HauntedI know that I'm a haunted girl, a tale so sad but true.Haunted1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Haunted not by ghost or ghoul, sadly, but by you.
I see a dash of green and black, that shirt you like to wear,
Shining moment, oh so brief, it's almost like you're there.
I hear a laugh so much like yours, and I turn around.
My heart takes off, throbbing hard, at one mistaken sound.
Hair that wisps the way yours does, just a hint of curl,
But you're so very far away, the distance 'round the world.
A tricking eye and prankster heart, my mind just failing me,
And yet I cannot help to blink, or turn and hope and see.
I lift my head and see your face, I blink and then it's gone.
How can I be so very right and yet so very wrong?
You haunt my every footstep, I know that this is true,
And I can only hope and pray, that I am haunting you.
HealHeal me,Heal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of broken words from inside,
From blows of people who don't know,
From the thoughts in my head,
Of what I have done wrong.
ERIC and THE TIME MACHINE (Part II)a part with dinosaurs and kelangedangs.ERIC and THE TIME MACHINE (Part II)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(if you missed part one you can read it here)
It’s not every day that you discover a time machine in the hallway cupboard. Usually this would mean you could travel to any time you want...but not today. Today we had to go look for Eric cause Eric found the time machine before we did. Lucky for us we knew that he went to a long long time ago, we could tell cause the box is covered in dust and all the letters on the side is faded away...like all things that’s from a long long time ago. We decided that we should probably paint new letters on the sides before we go. It won’t go very far with letters that’s already faded. Oh...and maybe we could also make one or two other adjustments while we are busy...
We've built our own time machines before but none of them worked very well. They couldn't go back in time, they could on
How she searchedShe searched ,How she searched10 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with bandaged hands
and burned arms
for the warmth of a soul
in the caked faces
of false men.
She searched ,
with filthy hands
and blind eyes
for joys of life
in the graves
of those who knew
only its tragedies.
She searched ,
with livid hands
and false smiles
for the beauty of reality
in the shadows
smeared upon her walls
and in the moonlight
glaring down upon her.
with manicured hands
and lyrical words
in the approval
and recognition of men.
until she finally found
the very things
for which she searched
searched in her
but two hands
with blind eyes
and lyrical words.
The Worth of a CoinI might have missed it--The Worth of a Coin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It happened so fast,
But I saw
Shining on the ground,
A solitary coin
I had places to go,
And was in a rush
As I scurried towards it
I saw someone else
He was wearing a suit--
Looking quite unsure
Should he stop?
Hesitantly at first
Then gaining speed
He bent down
And snatched it up
Am I a bad person?There are some things I don't like to talk aboutAm I a bad person?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want to be reminded of all the time
Or to be forced by other people to face it
I usually think about telling them
I try to ignore those things
'Cause they bother me too much
It hurts too much to think about
But I never take that step
I'm afraid they will tell me I'm being selfish
But I'm not being selfish (or am I?)
I'm just not that strong
And allowing myself to think about those things will destroy me
Facing it and talking about it will break the only small part of me that is still whole
Into a thousand of pieces
And those pieces will never be glued back together
That makes me a bad person?
Even though that voice says it doesn't, I think it does
Faces Of MineFaces Of Mine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faces Of Mine
A smile once so true
But it changed direction over time
I knew it was there because of you
But it was just belief based on a lie
Hope cannot be granted
And then stripped away
You have left my core tainted
With these wicked games that you play
May it be a lesson
Or turn it into fact and truth
Love won't be as important
As I use these scars as my proof
These eyes were once so hopeful
It was considered the rise after the fall
But my tears became unfaithful
As pain plunged out of my skull
No passion for the heart / No light for the dark
No love for the liars / No guilt for the betrayers
No truth for the corrupted / No solace for the hatred
No burden for the departed / No shame for the discarded
An innocent outlook on life
Once so pure and whole
But now it's twisted to survive
There is no caring anymore
Forced to adapt to cruelty
I injected ice into my
For a smileMy hands once were a basket, of fingers entwined to gather your eyes and bottle them in paraffin hopes.For a smile5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"He loves you.", you would say at first, just to glimpse my smile.
You would look, always forever look. And those shadows in your gaze would linger on my skin as I, one by one, took them patiently from your iris.
"He loves you not.", you would say, but I saw in those shadows a wink.
My mood swung like a see-saw, pushed to and fro by your torn lids, and I held on to them as if about to fall.
"He loves you.", you would say, just to breathe in my giggle.
You would smile, always forever smile. And that smile would gradually turn into a stoned grimace of agony, but I wouldn't take any notice of that.
"He loves you not.", you would say, because then you wouldn't have needed to die.
My excitement climbed, as your strength dropped in equal measure. Bare as a tree when Autumn ends, you would at last be deprived of your only truth.
"He loves you ", you w
Broken.Broken.5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I put up with all your shit.
So why cant you out up with mine?
After everything you'v done that hurt me
I stayed cool. i stayed with you.
I tried not to cry.
You cant always tell what I'm hiding inside.
I know i act like i don't give a care
But i do.
I don't like to let it show.
Its killing me inside
My heart is cracked and crying
From everything we've ever done to each other
I just want it to be like it used to
When we were happy and in LOVE.
I don't want to loose you
I cant live without you
Your my addiction
I know i fucked up
But so did you.
I'm sorry for all i ever did.
Please forgive me.
I'm sitting here trying pay attention to class.
But i cant stop thinking about YOU and US.
xoxo, Your Love.