Artist ExploitationArtist Exploitation - The New Game Plan:Artist Exploitation2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
My dearest readers,
I have recently learned of a rather disturbing business plan being utilised by business people of an unscrupulous variety.
In essence their plan is simple: They gather art from many applicants and then they publish it as a magazine and sell it COMMERCIALLY!
Now then, why is this a problem? They tend to claim you get the benefits of advertisement and artists will be invited to read their works etc.
Well here's how the scam unfolds:
1. They get the artwork you created and an implied permission of use from you due to the voluntary submission
2. There is no formal written contract, so they can do as they please and you have no legal right to claim redress as you voluntarily submitted your work in.
3. Their potential benefits are a total sham and in essence they are asking you to work for free. Want a dissection? I'll explain:
- The item getting advertised is NOT your work. Your work is a part of the item. What is gettin
eight things about growing up.eighteight things about growing up.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I told my brother I was going to be a fairy when I grew up. Or a bird, or sprite something with wings so I could touch the clouds.
I learned that fairies weren't real when I was six, after I tried to jump off a parking structure to see if I could fly.
That day I also broke my leg in three places and saw an angel's face in the clouds. (And don't tell anybody, but sometimes I spend all day looking for him.)
My neighbors back in Denver had a son who was a schizophrenic. After he went off his meds for the third time, he painted the windows red and told his wife she had to abort their baby because it wasn't human.
A year later, I heard that he was arrested after pointing a hunting rifle on his family. It was loaded, but he didn't pull the trigger because his mother said she trusted him.
I guess love is kind of like that, too.
Seattle didn't come until I was fifteen, in October.
My family and I took a boat ride on Friday. We listened to the captain
Broken-hearted GirlBroken-hearted Girl5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She sits here with the ink and quill,
She sits here in the black dress and frill,
The words endlessly draining her but still,
She'll remain to write until.
Alive she'll be no more,
For this illness has no cure,
And silently she'll watch you pour,
This poison she'll drink for sure.
Broken and shattered she'll remain,
She took a path down the wrong lane,
For she knew there was nothing to gain,
Nothing left to explain.
As there was nothing left to tell,
Only time left to dwell,
Upon how far she fell,
Falling so far, this must surely be hell?
And quietly she sits and sighs,
How could this be hell when looking in your eyes?
She wishes this to be her demise,
As for this she'd endure endless lies.
And as day fades into night,
Still she will forever write,
Of when darkness may turn to light,
And this stranger will be within her sight.
PH - First MeetingOne day, on the Spring of his seventh year, the Nightray household was abuzz with gossips of a new boy that the Nightray Duke brought home.PH - First Meeting4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rumor had it that when the Nightray Duke arrived yesterday night from a business excursion he had a boy tagging along with him. Said boy was currently residing in the second floor guest room in the west wing.
He was supposedly the same age as young master Elliot, or at least it appeared so. And he had brought nothing with him except the clothes on his back. The maids exchanged what little information they had with each other in hushed whispers never knowing their conversations fell on curious ears.
Once they were satisfied with their gossips, the maids went on to continue with their duties and a small figure, hidden in the shadows suddenly bolted away to the direction of the west wing.
Elliot was feeling fidgety.
He was, of course, excited to meet the new boy. He could imagine it now, he and the new boy would be the best of
Vinseop-Beautiful Miracle-Chapter 2Vinseop- Beautiful MiracleVinseop-Beautiful Miracle-Chapter 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
I had been taking care of Kiseop (one of the nurses told me his name) for a few weeks now. I thought that he would be fine without me for 1 day. He didnt seem to want my help anyways. So that day I had been eating in a cafe with my bestfriend, Dongho, when I got a call from the nurse that was assigned to Kiseop.
"Kevin! Please you must hurry! We dont know what happened!" she was so frantic that I became worried. "Noona calm down. Please tell me what happened." I said in a soothing voice. But it didnt help. "Its Kiseop! H-h-he wont do anything! I-its like he just gave up..." she was so distraught that she began sobbing. I barely heard her. I was frozen in my chair.
"Kevin.. whats wrong?" Dongho asked me, worried when I went still. "Get me to the hospital. NOW." I grabbed his arms and dragged him to the car. The whole way there the needle never dropped under 60. Even before the car fully stopped, I leaped out and raced up to Kiseop's room
Vinseop-Beautiful Miracle-Chapter 1Vinseop- Beautiful MiracleVinseop-Beautiful Miracle-Chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Next thing I know, I wake up in a hospital. Flinching at the bright light, I try to sit up only to collapse back in pain. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed somebody sitting next to my bed with a worried expression as they watched me struggle. "W-what happened?" I asked my voice cracking.
"Shh you shouldnt talk. You jumped off the 3rd floor building. It would have killed you but you landed on a hot dog truck..." I realized that this was the person who had screamed at me when I jumped. He let a ghost of a smile touch his lips. "Even how chiche that sounds, the hot dog truck saved your life.." He then looked down, his eyes getting very wet. "I-I tried to stop you.. b-b-but.." He held back a choked sob and turned away from me, hand over his mouth as if to stop the wrenching sobs threatening to escape.
"W-who are you?" I asked softly, feeling both sorrow and resentment for the boy. Sorrow because I made him witness a terrible thing, but resentm
The Unread LetterThe Unread Letter3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I could go back in time
I would, and say what I really wanted to say
Then maybe, just maybe you would still be mine
And I never would have had to go through all of this pain
I yearn to take it all back
To cast away every word that was said
I want you to know I didn't mean any of that
Because I knew you were the one when we first met
You're the one that let go
I was the one to get left behind
You're the one that took my soul
I was the one that had a break down that night
You said nothing
And left me waiting
I needed you to say something
I silently pleaded for you to say anything
Maybe I thought it was a hollow threat
But I knew it was a damaging move you meant
If I only had one wish
I would ask to see you once again
And then I would beg for forgiveness
Just to try and undo all of my unjustified destruction
Every mistake made
All of the tears that were shed
The World of Black and WhiteThe World of Black and White3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The World of Black and White
Written by michael.m
On Friday, April 6th 2012
I never know is it morning or dark
I never know is it a beauty or a failure
I never know which road I am treading on
I just know how to walk and walk
With all the rest of my power
And with my eyes closed
The wind blows my face gently
Brings me cold and chill to my ashen skin
Finally I find my own freedom
After so long I was a prisoner
Of my routines and boring days
But not anymore
The scent of flowers softly fills my lungs
With the aromas I never smell before
Sweet like the Scily Isles
But tender like roses
I believe there is a garden laid before me
But how far and how big
I never know
Lone grasses and dandelions gracefully touch my hand
Softly linger with my fingers
I can feel the softness of silk
And the comfort of cotton's fiber
I'm so happy
To find that my anguish and despair are gone
But then suddenly I stop
All the feelings disappear
I realize that my eyes are blind
I I hate myself.I3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I'm plain. I'm boring. I don't have any sexual appealing qualities.
Heck, I'm a C cup for goodness sakes.
I never went outside during the entirety of my middle school life. The only time I stepped outside was when I went to take my precious dog to go do his business and to go to school. If I went to the mall, it was rare. I had a tendency to lock myself in my room the minute I got home to read a book or to do homework. I sometimes studied when I had a test the next day and I barely ate because I never did anything to have my stomach weep for hunger.
I was lonely. I was depressed. I rarely ever smiled.
Geez, I was like a scary frowning clown.
The moment I entered mid-high, I only had a few friends. Those friends were entirely online.
Yes, I had a boyfriend. He was my childhood friend. He doesn't count, he's a boyfriend, and he's not someone I can go complain to about my girlish problems and fangirl about my many fandoms with.
Knight FallDancing with the DuskKnight Fall5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The knight rides on
The sun will soon be long gone
Upon the horizon an obsidian husk
And soon the hero is beset
By beings most foul
Herculean sized scorpions
A pack of beasts which howls
Were it a full moon, instead it's fresh
Then perhaps the carnage could be described
About how the valiant knight's blade did fly
Through a darkening night sky
But the scene was in the dead of night
Under a new moon that obstructed sight
And all we'll ever really know
Is that the hero was dead...
The BridgeThe Bridge3 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...
WhisperI want to create an aromatic sea of jasminesWhisper3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and stardust mountains of silver and —
Inkblot skeletons with paper mache
hearts, whose bones shall burn with one glance at the
sun; gravestones of blood diamonds and tears of thistles...
Harp strings ringing in grotesque harmony, screaming
for slender fingers to pluck and caress with devotion.
I want to write
zero.5. I think I'm afraid of sex.zero.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's terrifying that two people can fit together perfectly, without even really liking each other at all.
4. I'm afraid of the day I start replacing myself with somebody else in all of our pictures; of the day I'll see my reflection and wish I didn't have to.
3. I'm afraid of doctors, and medicine.
The first time I took lithium, I couldn't hold it down. So I locked the bathroom door and flushed the entire bottle.
The second time, I couldn't walk more than ten steps without falling.
Honestly, I'm just wondering why they use poison to purify me.
2. I'm afraid of the ocean.
I'm afraid of looking down one day, and not seeing the edges. Of there being nothing there.
I'm afraid of falling and having nothing to catch me.
There's already nobody. The ground is really all I have.
1. I'm afraid of breaking things.
Like, once, I broke my dad's trust in me.
Once I broke somebody's heart.
Once I broke my kindergarten teacher's favorite
Germany VS CleverbotGermany VS Cleverbot3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Germany : Uhh... Gruß. My name is Germany. -_-.
Cleverbot : Gerard? What sort of name is that?
Germany : Nein, mein name ist Germany. Not Gerard.
Cleverbot : Nein, dein Name ist Martin Müller.
Germany : NEIN! It's Germany. GERMANY. As in Doitsu as my friend called me.
Cleverbot : Don't leave me.
Germany : Geh?? Why would I-?? ... Italy? Is that you? How many times must I tell you, don't play with the computer software like this!
Cleverbot : So are you human or computer?
Germany : I am indeed human, Italy, I thought you knew!
Cleverbot : What am I then?
Germany : You are a soldier that would be punished for disobeying the rules. >.
Cleverbot : That isn't very nice at all.
Germany : You should know better than to disobey rules, soldier! Report to me in the morning for early morning laps tomorrow!
Cleverbot : I am 5'3'.
Germany : What's that supposed to mean, telling me that?
Cleverbot : That, you are a robot.
Germany : Nein, I am a human... =_=.
Cleverbot : Nope you're a mach
First Real Friend - Part 2First Real Friend - Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There was an article in the newspaper titled “Boy declared insane; kills himself in cell.” This was part of the story released to the public:
“(. . .) After apparently going insane due to increased bullying at his school; the boy assaulted three other students, severely wounding two of them. The boy resisted arrest, but eventually police managed to capture him; after about a day in an insane asylum, one of the security guards was found murdered. Later that same day large amounts of blood were found on the floor of the boy’s cell. The boy’s body had mysteriously disappeared, and the only object other than the blood in the cell was a fractured wine glass. The body however, way never found. He is assumed dead, as there was much more blood on the floor than he could survive losing. A few days prior to his death, the boy’s family (. . .)”
The article was also accompanied by a photo of the boy.
“But . . . but that’s me . . !” Ryan p
I've Changed (Yeah right)I've Changed (Yeah right):I've Changed (Yeah right)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know, I tell myself everday,
That I'm going to change - that I'll be different.
'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself...
As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move.
Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace...
I pick up some new magazine, get inspired,
'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself.
I give it a try for two or three days - I quit.
Same old shit again...
Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder...
I try to reach out with my hands,
Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself hold on...
But I don't find it - I just find myself,
Sinking back down into the same black swamp - I'm drowning.
Awww, what's the matter? You gonna cry, you gonna cry?
Yeah, I've hit rock bottom,
And you know what? It feels pretty damn good down here.
Nice, warm, comfortable, familiar.
No pressure, no problems - just like everb
.death says he's a busy man.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
got places to go and
people to see
book an appointment on the way out
sleep, as an elephant1.sleep, as an elephant3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is strange to see you
older and out of love with me
it is similarly strange to see me
younger and out of love with you.
i want to
throw my arms around your neck
thank you for
leading me to believe in love,
thank you for
showing me what the cock does
when it crows and summons the morning.
thank you for laying in my bed,
breathing my breath.
thank you for laying in my bed,
with your head on my breast
listening to the fluttering
bird in its nest.
thank you for staining my bed-
with your salt, it was blessed.
thank you for leaving my bed,
giving my dreams to its next.
thank you for, out of all the rest,
choosing me as the first, remembering
me with the best.
thank you for june,
and then june again.
thank you for december, and
thank you for the time
that helped me break my body in-
thank you for two ticks
on the wall of not-forever.
thank you for june to june to december.
in a few years,
when you are older still and i am
getting even younger, i want to take
(c)loves and (c)loversi am no artist's muse,(c)loves and (c)lovers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am no ship's harbor
i am no hero's weaker heel,
i am no good earth's flower
i have never been your lover
nor have i ever kissed you,
- not even once
though i dream of you (c)love-scented,
with lips shaped like a lucky (c)lover's-
kissing you and to be kissed by you
i can never profess,
not even confess
even to myself
i stay standing, (b)raving the cold nights,
pretty much batty and bootless
the absence of you weighs metric tons on my
shivering nape, and
you dam(n) me with
you are my river's boulder,
and undefined border
the first poem i wrote since i told you i love youthe star-soaked stainsthe first poem i wrote since i told you i love you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that covered our nudity
gives way at last
to a tequila sunrise,
so low in the sky;
it's still bright enough
to sting my eyes,
and yet i can't bring myself
to hate it.
your body next to mine,
every effort is made
to move a heavy limb
because any space
is space i don't want.
i am sometimes humbled
by my feelings,
the way they swell
in my throat
just how the ocean
tastes the shore.
there is always something new
to find hidden in my heart,
summoned by my words,
or the salt of your skin
wearing like wind on shale
i don't think i can ever tell you
i love you enough.
if i could, i would never get dressed
so that you could never be sad-
a rewind every time
my clothes touch the floor,
never anything but nude, not naked
because with you i can be bare
i can let you see my entirety
and leave my arms uncrossed,
i can let you in
and not fear that you will break me,
or force my inner things out.
i can love you with open arms
and my lip
to the end of the earthif you should dieto the end of the earth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before the right time
i would hope the world
would stop spinning
and start crumbling away
until gravity was nonexistent
and i would run to the edge
until my feet lifted off the ground
and i was united with you once more