respectHow dare you?
Who are you to place yourself so high above me?
Are you a divine being? a God?
What makes you so superior to me?
You have done nothing to deserve my respect,
and yet you try to place yourself in a better rank.
You are nothing to me,
so don't you dare expect me to honor you.
Respect is not a right, it is a privilege.
I am dirtyI am dirty.I am dirty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My thoughts filthy.
My body disgusting.
Everything about me is revolting.
I am an abomination.
I deserve no comfort.
No one should care for me.
Yet I am surrounded by such kind people.
I feel pressured that I have to return the favor.
But I don't know how.
FragmentsThis is my silent plea of help.Fragments2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I dare not speak it out loud, for I fear that you may judge me.
I keep it in, until I feel like bursting, even then I swallow it down.
It burns as it slowly crawls back into my core where it will be temporarily subdued.
I'm afraid, very afraid that one day I won't be able to hold it in any longer.
But at that point it will be to late, and I'll explode
Little pieces of me will be everywhere just floating around.
and all that will be left is an empty doll, with just fragments of what was before.
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesSo much time, so little to do2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have told the harshest truths, and I have told some lies
I have seen a child cry into its mother's arms
I have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harm
I have heard the laughter of a man about to die
I have seen the anger resting deep within their eyes
I have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughts
I have seen the best of people slowly start to rot
I have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…
So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
Too hell with the good boysI understand the pleasuresToo hell with the good boys2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of dating a bad girl or boy
That way once it’s over
You already knew you’d be a toy.
You go in knowing
The dangers that you’ll face
So when in the end it happens
The blame has a proper place.
See good guys are the devil
With smiles so warm and white
Promise you heaven and the moon
But when needed they take flight.
Left to question what happened
What YOU did that was wrong.
A huge mess; you are broken
Until time can make you strong.
I don’t want safety or comfort
In the end it kills me more.
I want trouble and regrets
Make the heartbreak easier to ignore.
Trade the chivalry and kindness
For worn leather and old guitar
So when I fall from fantasy
The ground won’t be so far.
I understand now, really.
The enticement of bad decisions
No future to plan
No life goals that need revisions
My heart can’t take the beatings
Of believing good boy’s lies
With a bad boy it’s expected
No more painfully long goodbyes
So give me
Love Is...Love is a foreign and dangerous concept once conceived.Love Is...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is naïve hope, easily breakable.
Love is blind, foolish pain.
Love is wishing, praying, yearning for what can never be yours.
Love is a double-edged sword, bliss and paradise to one side, but fall carelessly into the other abyss from the paper-thin precipice, and receive a gift of eternal heartbreak.
Love is endless pining, torment, and worry.
Love is a hopelessly botched mess.
Love is despising a person for allowing you to become this way, yet always singing their praises.
Love is consciously torturing yourself to ensure your beloved's happiness.
Love is knowing they'll never pick you even if you were the last living, breathing thing on Earth.
Love is a horrible act of human nature.
Love is willing to make anyone its helpless, unwilling prey.
Love is hurt.
Love is wonderful, blissful pain.
AddictedSliding inside, I'm only thinking of you,Addicted2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Waiting, denying there is no breaking through,
Wishing tonight I will earn more of you
Yes, I do know whyyy I'm addicted to you
Fading inside my dream into blue,
Praying, denying there is no breaking through,
Hoping tonight red will cover all blue
Yes, I do know whyyy I'm addicted to you
Crying inside, filling with gloom,
Screaming, denying there is no breaking through,
Fighting tonight, You are my doom
Yes, I do know whyyy I'm addicted to you
Trembling inside, I'm staring at you,
Falling, denying there is no breaking through,
Killing tonight myself for just you
Yes, I do know whyyy I'm addicted to you
And I wonder whyyy this is happened with you
Walking outside, I'm only thinking of you,
Planing, denying there is no breaking through,
Wishing tonight I will dream more of you
Yes, I do know whyyy I'm addicted to you.
99% DONE.WARNING: Slightly irritated journal ahead. Take with a grain of salt.99% DONE.1 year ago in Personal More Like This
This last batch of SYAC strips has really worn me out mentally. I think I’m gonna need to take a small break to recharge my batteries after this. I’ve been finding myself getting increasingly pissed off, angry, hostile, and irritated, even at things that don’t really deserve the frustration. Primarily as a result of having to re-explain incredibly simple concepts over and over and over again, as if my art doesn’t speak for itself.
On top of this, I’ve got a new job, a big project in the works, commissions to finish, and everything else that having a life entails. I don’t feel like I should have to re-explain myself SO MANY TIMES over something as simple as “women are people, treat them as such.” Nor do I feel like I should be sent death-threats over proposing such a radical idea either.
It’s so incredibly sad and pathetic that saying “hey,
Dear WorldHave you forgotten me?Dear World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It sure feels like you have.
Is who I am not enough?
My confidence, my knowledge in all that I am too little?
Worth just a glance, once, less than fifteen minutes, just to be passed over, lost once again to the shadows?
Is speaking to me too hard to do? An effort?
Do I annoy you? Is that it?
Why can I not find and hold onto you?
We meet, we connect, and then.
Even if just mentally, it seems.
Magic turned to dust.
What have I done?
What have I not?
Am I really this forgettable?
I'd like to believe otherwise.
The Echo chamber dilemmaThe promise of the Internet was that unlimited information and experiences would draw us together. But instead it seems to have driven us apart.The Echo chamber dilemma2 years ago in Personal More Like This
For years I've observed this behavior but haven't been able to vocalize it correctly. Originally I called the behavior of collective opinions as "the hive mentality" of the Internet. But that wasn't exactly right and I often got called out on it. The most prominent example was when I made a comic about a guy disagreeing with opinions and being shouted at till he remained quiet, eventually fading into the background with everyone else. The consensus of that comic was that if you disagree with someone you aren't bullied into not speaking, but instead are free to go someplace else where people who do agree with you exist. And you know what? That wasn't what i was trying to convey, but is sadly true. The Internet is not a hive mind. It's many tiny pocket echo chambers of mutual agreements.
And this is becoming a growing problem, I think, because n
A Little ThoughtThere was a little thought in my headA Little Thought2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A tiny idea with outlines undefined
But it wasn’t long before its roots spread
And it crawled in every corner of my mind.
It whispered things that I pretended not to hear
Then it made a mess of my already deluded brain
And led my actions as a skilled puppeteer
With thin threads stronger than an iron chain.
Soon it showed itself in its whole beautiful bipolarity
I dug my nails deep into my lips to chase it away
But after a few seconds gone would be the painful clarity
I’d lure it back, staring at the lines and observe their play.
It’s the thought that sings soft lullabies until the dreams come
And you continue to haunt me even when I’m asleep
So when I wake up my heart plays like a drum
Nothing I do seems to scare this confusion so deep.
I both hate and love the power you have over me
I’m terrified of the feeling I’m getting, that I am incomplete
I feel as if I need a mind wipe to once again be free
But then I wou
Made a video again :P...another fake Parashi Opening: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGa8pPlOxuQMade a video again :P2 years ago in Personal More Like This
It's really choppy and suuuuuper scribbly because I took like 30 seconds to draw each frame. Please fill in the gaps and gloss over the art with your wonderful imagination! I made it in Windows Movie Maker which is an absolutely evil program =o=
I'll try to fix up the ugly pictures and maybe add some color when I have time, and reupload another version later :b (don't know when though.) For now feel free to watch this one and laugh at it huhuhu
(the song is Tenkuu no Canaria, from ToS *w*b)
WaterStill as death, silent as the dark,Water2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Empty as the cold, it sits there.
There is has been for centuries,
seeing all, nothing seeing it.
It longs for one thing: company;
the one thing it will never get.
Nothing dares draw near its surface
in fear their eyes will be opened.
Not the swan, not the stars nor man.
Even the majestic mountains
Go to lengths to avoid its face.
In loneliness it waits longer
for the single brave creature
who will look into it, realize
the hidden truth, touch it with a
finger's tip, and cause uncalming,
calling, wondrous ripples.
But, until then, it waits.
poemToday I cried a painful tearpoem10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for the world that's falling apart.
The violence and the terrible ways,
I wish people would have heart.
The people of the world today,
It's obvious they just don't care.
The worlds too busy thinking of themselves,
They're really not aware!
The world is going very fast,
Please hear the words I say.
With a prayer, and some love, and little luck…
We might shape up someday.
I have a message to the world
The only answer I see
The way to keep our world alive,
Is to think more of WE …..than ME!
A Link to the Past 2A Link to the Past 2 for the 3DSA Link to the Past 22 years ago in Personal More Like This
Nintendo just announced this as part of their Nintendo Direct presentation, along side other titles like a Yoshi's Island sequel.
Nintendo. STOP BEING AWESOME. STOP IT!
Miyamoto said once that he wanted to remake A Link to the Past for the 3DS. Now it looks like this is the genesis of that idea. Of course being Miyamoto just a simple remake isn't good enough, it's got to include all new dungeons and gameplay mechanics while staying true to the tried and true top down gameplay. Any new handheld Zelda game that ditches the bullshit touch control system to move is a great idea in my books, but doing it with one of my absolute favorite Zelda games of all time? Nintendo, I love you.
Hypothetical question: Since this game takes place in the same universe as A Link to the Past, features locations from that game, and now that the game engine is made... couldn't they just release the remake to A Link to the Past as well? I mean, don't get me wrong as a Ni
Drenched In SinFor the third day in a row, Brian spits out a mouthful of blood into the pearly white sink, his head pounding louder than two trains crashing into each other as he glances at himself in the mirror. He sighs at the sight of his eyes looking like they’ve been punched due to lack of sleep, and the little trail of blood dribbling from his mouth to his chin and dripping slowly into the basin, his hair is greasy and his nose looks bent out of shape, and it all makes him want to cry. He hears the floorboards outside the bathroom creak and he shudders, wiping the blood from his chin with a piece of toilet paper and dropping it into the little bin by the sink before turning the cold water tap on and splashing his face to freshen himself up a little, letting the excess blood in the sink drain away with the water before stepping out of the small bathroom, coming face to face with Matt.Drenched In Sin2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“You took your time in there,” Matt cocks an eyebrow and Brian tips his head up a little to lo
Zelda 3DS Review and Adventure Time LetdownThe Legend of Zelda: A Link Between WorldsZelda 3DS Review and Adventure Time Letdown10 months ago in Personal More Like This
I only just got around to playing this, despite it being one of the games I’ve wanted to play since I heard about it. The SNES A Link to the Past game is my absolute favorite Zelda game of all time, so you can bet that I would eventually pick up the sequel game. No spoilers in this section, I’ll keep it vague.
I really love this game for a number of reasons. I like the polished graphics that mesh so perfectly with the classic SNES game. I love all the nods to the original SNES sound effects, enemies, items, and characters. I just love the world in general, and this game gave me the ability to play in that world in 3-D, which was awesome.
There are a lot of new items too, and a new gameplay mechanic which works amazingly well with the world. I honestly saw the “become a painting” mechanic and thought it looked like a gimmick, as I often do with Nintendo’s gameplay conventions. But it works and it
Promise Me...It was the perfect opportunity. The time was set just right.Promise Me...8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could hear the assassin's light breathing from the other room, a shuffle of movement as he snuggled deeper into the pillows to get more comfortable.
There was a pause, and then no more movement and that signaled Malik that the man had fallen into the deepest part of sleep. For the next three hours he would not wake unless something touched him, and now Malik had his chance.
His sword was fastened to his belt, the feather lying on his desk was now being tucked into a safe place in his shirt. He rose from where he was sitting and walked out and into the room right beside his.
The man was asleep on the fluffed pillows that lay on the floor, arms curled underneath his head. His legs were bent so they ruffled the front of his robes, making the outfit look bigger on him than it really was. Lips parted just centimeters apart, it softened his face, making it look more innocent.
He...he looked like a child. The child Malik knew sin
The Mystery And MystiqueThe Mystery & MystiqueThe Mystery And Mystique3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
By: Elvira Tepes
I have had my challenges in life. But the latest one is the hardest. Who knew I would be going through a pregnancy now? The worst part is I have no idea at all who the father is. I don't remember. One drunken night at a party and I get pregnant.
It all started on Halloween. My best friend Jonas Roberts is throwing a Halloween party and I was invited. And it is a costume party so that gives me a reason to dress up. I already had my hair dyed white so I decided to go as a human skeleton. I found some old stage make up and made my face look like an actual skull. Then I put on my skeleton costume. I smiled looking at myself in the mirror. I was very pleased.
I walked the three blocks to the apartment and knocked. The door opened and I waved. Jonas laughed and ushered me in. There already were people there. I knew some of them. I walked around talking to people as I sipped the beer in my hand. Around dark, this short freshman
Women as Background Decoration: Part 1I’m almost afraid to post this because... well... you know. It’s Anita Sarkeesian. In my last journal about internet fame I was hoping more people would become more aware of how media often presents a person as a symbol rather than as a human being. But sadly, I didn’t see a lot of comments on that journal addressing that aspect. So with that in mind, I want people to try to be more aware when they hear Anita Sarkeesian’s name.Women as Background Decoration: Part 19 months ago in Personal More Like This
Look around at how the media and people are “reacting” to her posting another video. How are they framing their headlines? How do they start their sentences? What is the tone being conveyed? And then ask yourself: “is this contributing to actual discussion... or is it just confirming preconceived biases?”
Anyway, here’s her video.
One of the things I liked about this video over some of her other ones is that after she’s done explaining the trope and showing how omnipresent it is, she goes on to explain
New Mickey Mouse CartoonsHave any of you been watching these? Animator Paul Rudish (famous for Dexter's Laboratory and Samurai Jack) has been hired to do 19 animated shorts featuring Mickey Mouse and company. The cartoons are, naturally, very graphic and reminiscent of the 1930's "rubber limb" style, but with a modern twist. Here's a sample:New Mickey Mouse Cartoons2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Sorry fans from other countries, but apparently this is only for American viewership Although I am told that if you install something called ProxMate in your browser you can unblock them for your region...
As of this journal there are 4 of the 19 shorts currently available on YouTube under the names New York Weenie, Yodelberg, Croissant de Triomphe, and No Service.
You know Disney, I don't get you sometimes. After gutting the 2-D animation department back in April (laying off 9 long-standing top artists), and after continuously turning down 2-D animated feature after feature... you're still capa