I Taste Like Panic.I never do what I should.I Taste Like Panic.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does that mean I do everything Wrong?
I tell those who ask
"Oh yes, I am very self-destructive."
After all, I'm only hurting myself.
And those I have the opportunity to save.
I figure if one were to taste me,
I would taste like panic.
No one knows what that means
But that's how I like it.
I want to throw myself in front of a car
For you. Does that make me Suicidal?
I don't tell those who have never asked,
"Oh yes, all of my smiles are real."
But somehow always appear
To lead them to it.
I believe if feelings had looks
And my legs had a view,
They would resemble fear.
No one knows what that means either.
I'm just waiting to get to the end so I can say,
With a Brave Smile, "Ah well, too late now!"
Prayer to the MoonShow me beautyPrayer to the Moon6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't get in the day
Give me hope
I lack in the sun
Give me company
as my world sleeps
Teach me silence
no one takes
Listen to words
I've never spoken
to questions answered
as much as dreams
when no one wants to see
On Goals and SuccessHow many of us are stuck in that rut of wanting to achieve something but we cant? "I can't make a web comic because I don't have the resources," "I can't play my favorite instrument because I don't have the time," "I can't become a writer because I suck at writing." It's in my belief that the only thing getting between us and our goals is the simple word "can't." It really is that simple. Drop the n't and you have "I can make a web comic," "I can play my favorite instrument," "I can become a writer." The rest of the sentence is just excuse. When you tell yourself you can achieve a goal, that's when success occurs.On Goals and Success5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The Be-Do-Have Speech
I learned from a very wise professor that we often have our mindset backwards. "Have-Do-Be" we have to have something, in order to do the things we need to do, to be what we set out to be. Thus if we don't have, we can't do, and if we can't do, then we can't be. "I can't draw a comic because I don't know how." The successors in the world, reverse that th
The Naming of CharactersFirst of all, we don't need this surface-value, wishy-washy crap. I'll show you what I mean, so here's a form I used to give out when accepting OCs for stories a long time ago (ah, back in the days. I truly forgot how fun writing without bounds used to be--you know, writing for your own satisfaction with things like outrageous Sues, blatant cliches, and genres that I have worn out for a year or two. I still do it sometimes, but I can't bring myself to get too heavily into the story because I know it would be really bad to anyone else. I DO miss writing about fantasy journeys, though, but I really wore that out when I was younger, so right now I'm getting into fantasy-without-the-magic. Technically, historical fiction for my own world).The Naming of Characters4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anyway, carry on.
Five years1st YearFive years6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
They saw me. They dont accept me. A geek. A freak. Loser.
Because Im smart, not pretty. Because Im shy not outgoing. Because I dont understand what you mean.
They said it should have stopped by now. That the other kids would move on when they realised that I wasnt going to break. I havent cried, I havent snapped.
Because Im smart enough to keep my mouth shut. Because I dont have the confidence to speak up. Because I dont understand what you mean.
Oh my god. I snapped. I hit him. I didnt want to hit him, it just became too much. The adults say it can only get better now, that Ill have earned their respect. But I know it can only get worse.
Because I broke my own rules. Because I let my temper do the talking. Because I was stupid enough to let them get to me. Because I dont understand what you mean.
They were wrong. And they w
Ispirare LimerickIspirareIspirare Limerick4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sinnocently of Chicago
This groups mighty creator
From the windy city
No group is greater
Relinquishing the rights
She has to digress
After work at nights
She has to de-stress
Wants to cut her hair
And someday be a mother
Waiting for a proposal
From her significant other
PomPrint's in Scotland
Mending his plaid kilts
They're all torn and tattered
From wearing his stilts
Don't know what's under there
But when nature calls
You better be careful
Of your dangling belt
Sometimes he's ired
He likes little dogs
But they get so darned tired
From retrieving his logs
Walk past his window
Look through his door
and you will probably catch him
Playing Wild Boar
Dallas is the home
Of our boy ShippD
Not quite a gnome
But still pretty shifty
He knows what he wants
He knows what he likes
Instead of dating the girls
He's home playing with trikes
On his computer - 3D
He' trying to render
A new gas tank
Or a new front fender
PseudoSiren the artist
The female unknown
Who follows the
Chow MeinFor me the turning pointChow Mein2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was standing in a Chinese takeaway
staring listlessly at the adverts
whilst my mother chose between Chow Meins.
The little card reading
"Industrial cleaning, including suicides"
I remember gulping back tears
when I looked at my mum and wondered
should I take the card for her?
In The MoonlightIn The Moonlight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In The Moonlight
Your shimmering eyes reflect-
The layered inspiration that you represent
This bond can grow stronger-
If we allow our souls to become closer
Complexity is mandatory-
When reasons are held closely
Trust shouldn't be a double-edged sword-
If pure truth is rooted within our words
I gaze at the universe
Mirrored deep within your eyes
Our surroundings disperse
As our stars collide
Unearthed a rebirth
Reversed countless sighs
A rift in time is immersed
As this memory continuously rewinds
Crossed paths / Fusing hopes
Another chance / Doubts revoked
Lies have no solid place
Within our hearts
But scars have their own space
No matter where we are
The moments patiently await
To lighten up the dark
Shattering fear's embrace
As we present each other with a spark
Your graceful pulse sends bounding waves-
Along the outlines of my human shape
This connection is on another level-
As this o
The Dark LordIn the Dark I have walkedThe Dark Lord6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And with mighty demons talked
I was feared throughout the land
And thousands died by my command.
All trembled at my very name
For me the Darkest creatures came
I swept aside the fools of Light
And ushered in my endless Night.
Often did the heroes appear
And raise an army of sword and spear
I broke them all and reigned supreme
I laughed at every cry and scream.
Yet one day my power broke
And my empire went up in smoke
By a childs hand I was undone!
My Night was shattered by the sun!
In the Dark I stormed in rage
Desperate to escape my cage
My cunning mind formed my plan
And so my revenge began.
Peoples minds I visited in sleep
And left my darkness there to creep
That is where Ive left my mark
I cannot be defeated: I live in every human heart.
Crying a LullabyLook at me,Crying a Lullaby6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm tired and worn.
If things come full circle
Will I be reborn?
Is it too late
To whisper my soul to the stars?
Maybe reaching for heaven
Is reaching too far.
The cat has its fiddle
The dish has its spoon
I'd like to run away
With the man in the moon.
The saints say to fast
But religion won't last
The world's moving past
The dice that were cast.
If there's a hell below
I'd rather not know-
It's too late to change
Too hard to lose rage.
So here I am
Me, myself and I
And I cry myself a lullaby.
on College and Life GoalsWould you consider buying a plane ticket before you know where you even want to go? Crazy, isn't it? But many artists consider taking on art school without a strong life goal. Without defining what you want most out of life, you'll never achieve it, and college certainly won't supply it. College is to supply you with the means to accomplish your goal, and if you don't have a strong goal, you'll flip-flop majors hoping to scrape up motivation along the way. By the end of it, you'll have gone through 4 (or more) years of indecision, having wasted a lot of money and time without having an idea of where to go in life next.on College and Life Goals4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
What, then, makes a strong life goal? Is it wanting to work at Disney? Is it wanting to create a famous comic book? Or maybe you want to just be a famous artist so you can rub it in the faces of all those who made fun of you in high school? These aren't life goals. If anything, they're short term goals, because they can be accomplished, finished, and done. A life goal is
A Writer's MindOh, our heads are full of many things,A Writer's Mind4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like Elves and folk with magic rings.
Or pirates and forsaken men,
And those who walk into dragon's den.
We dream of far off forgotten lands,
Of their streams, plains and burning sands,
Their walled cities, high and cold,
And all their people, young and old.
We listen to the lost prophecies,
Seeking out all life's mysteries.
Hunting for the Chosen One,
To ensure their task gets done.
So, enter in if you dare,
But if you do, you must beware!
Happy tales you'll not find here.
Be prepared to face all you fear.
what to do- Art VS Parentswhat to do- Art VS Parents6 years ago in Letters More Like This
Art career VS Parents is actually a very very common issue in many different countries.
First of all, you are not alone in this struggle, many many people are on the same boat sharing the same problem, including your parents.
A lot of parents tend to think doing art makes you starve, and you will be poor all your life if you want to become an artist. They are dead set on "a certain career means more money therefore means more steady life"
Truth is... whatever that popular career is... it may become less popular later because of so many people going into the field, thus lowering the demand. The supply and demand principle applies to all fields, jobs market changes.
OK. To start with the conversation... Lets make sure we know what they think that an "art career" is~~~
Research and Communicate:
Usually they don't know ANYTHING about that career you want to go into, usually the best way to go about it is research how much "salary" you will get paid with doing a certain job
How2-Ask artists you admireHow2-Ask artists you admire6 years ago in Letters More Like This
Have you ever tried to talk to an artists you admire on DA and s/he ignores you?
Well, there's a few tips on how to talk to them and get more comments back...
I don't say this will always work, because some artists are just too busy, or too shy to talk back, but it will work better than if you just bluntly ask a question.
There are nice artists who will answer your question, so make them feel a bit special for doing you a favor.
Here's my tip on how to talk to some big name artists...
===== MOST IMPORTANTLY!
1. Research first, check their blogs for FAQ if you have a question such as...
1. what pen/paper/program/medium did you use?
>>>(tools related, trust me, usually its on their FAQ)
2. Hi, you're good.... what do you recommend for a tablet?
>>>(Go to forums to ask that please, search forum for old threads on it, don't bother them with this.)
3. Hello, what brushes did you use, can you share it? Did you use Photoshop?
>>>(Don't ask so fast, search their gallery or u
Faded ink stainsA nearly snapped spine,Faded ink stains6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And cracked yellow skin.
Faded ink stains,
From an old fountain pen.
Once loved, caressed, revered;
Now old, broken and forgotten.
No longer to appear before thousands.
No longer to paint images of fantasy.
Tattered old leather clothes.
Skin like withered autumn leaves.
So many faded ink stains,
From that old fountain pen.
An ancient book with ancient words.
The pages rustle in the wind,
And the ink fades in the rain,
But in memory lives on.
MARY SUE COOKBOOK MARY SUE COOKBOOKMARY SUE COOKBOOK7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Small word of introduction: This little essay is based on my own experiences with OCs, Mary Sues and widely known fictional characters. The opinions expressed here are mine alone and I understand not everyone might agree with them. But that doesnt mean Im going to change my opinion just because someone thinks different. Im not anyones trained circus monkey.
If you are reading this, you probably know what a Mary Sue is. Just check Wikipedia or Encyclopedia Dramatica for various definitions. I personally think the most simple and accurate definition can be A Mary Sue is an overrated fictional character, that only her/his creator loves. Sues can be found in three basic places: fanfiction, original fiction and roleplays. Mary Sues are mostly created by 12-15 year old girls with a strong sense of insecurity. And here begins my story
DO's and DON'Ts of OCsDOs and DONTs of Creating OCs.DO's and DON'Ts of OCs6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I'm not a brilliant or fantasmically talented writer, but I know a decent OC when I see one. Or at least a non-crappy one.
I think we know how this works. Here we go
1. DO Try to vary your OCs personalities. In the real world, if everyone had the same awesome, flawless character, life would be mind-numbingly BORING. Also, not everyone is nice/horrible/depressed/energetic all the time. (Unless, of course, you want to use that as a flaw.)
2. DONT get too hung up on making profiles for your characters. Profiles are for procrastinators who want to make a fantastic character without getting started on the actual story. I was guilty of it too, before I realised how boring filling out the same form over and over again was.
Try describing them in the story, THEN make notes to help you remember stupid boring details like their star-sign and eye colour so you dont accidentally change them halfway through the st
Better Off AloneForget me not,Better Off Alone6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Until we drown,
Cry me a river,
Kick me while I'm down.
You never change,
Our love is stained.
Until we drown.
Mired in despair,
Is anyone there?
Regret and self-doubt,
And there's no way out.
No, you don't care,
Did you ever? You weren't there.
And you expected me to stay.
Inside, I was torn,
My heart, lost and forlorn.
But I finally saw,
Even in my dreams,
That it shouldn't be like this,
This isn't how it should be.
Every night I cried,
Reliving lost memories.
Out love was never really there,
Forget what we used to share.
Foolish of me to think you cared.
Alienate me from my friends,
Leaving me just for you,
Once I finally opened my eyes,
Now I could see right through.
Each of us is better off alone.
About DA popularity contestINTRO:About DA popularity contest8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The author made some good points, and I saw it through tiggerfactory, My good pal here. I feel the original author's response is still more to the emotional side, so I will add to the backbone. The logic of the popular contest issue.
OK... So I understand that most people probably didn't get into the psychology of men, so they can feel unfair. (normal conception kids will have, actually.)
To be honest I feel regretful for the artists who simply couldn't get great attention (if not no attention at all) for their art, simply because their art is a bit harder to understand.
It doesn't mean they don't interact, or they don't post often, they do. But there's no way for them to beat the easier to understand, and the popular subjects.
Even if all art start out being "fair" sort of speak, every category will advance differently, every audience is different.
For example, if the majority on DA are teenagers and young adult
The Short Tale of Painting LunaThe Short Tale of Painting Luna2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"When you think you lost your colours
and all you see is white and black.
I can always be found in the darkest hours
and I will paint your moon back.
I will paint a moon just for you.
So you can see all the colours that shine for you."
ReflectionsDrip Drip,Reflections6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Into the drain,
Sweet as rain.
It always flows,
But I can't complain,
As time passes by.
Like holding sand,
Or water in your hand,
It still slips away,
Day by day.
It's always different,
It's never the same,
We're all just pawns,
In a larger game.
Fly by day,
Fear the night,
Don't mind the monsters,
Just out of sight.
The wilting plants,
Cry out in pain,
The feeble sun's light,
Warms in vain.
So wield your sword,
And hold it true,
Don't fear the demons,
We'll start this world anew.
Mission“Your mission, should you choose to accept it...”Mission2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Choose, you said. I never got a choice before. I don’t want to do it.”
“You don’t get a choice.”
“I lied. Your mission, whether you choose to accept it or not, is to venture to the dread caves of Rh’th’g’th’fl’th’gx...”
“Thanks. Where was I? Venture... caves... kill Certain Death Demon Monster... bring back tusks. I think that covers it.”
“I did say.”
“What was the other option you mentioned?”
“So it’s death or Certain Death?”
“Still, gosh, a choice!”