Brincando com boneca - English versionBrincando com boneca - English version2 years ago in Settings More Like This
RageYou are glass in my skinRage3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I thought would just fall out
But you are buried deep
So much now, and so long, a part of me
That I have to dig fingers
Between meat and bone
To pry you from my body
The same way
They pry open your chest
When they cut cancer
Away from your heart
I don't want to bleed another drop for you
Constructing Paradoxical ArchitectureSuffice it to sayConstructing Paradoxical Architecture3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I am done trying
To help you be the person
I thought I saw
So many months ago
Because the boy I see now
Who lies so compulsively
Dropping false words
Like candy before children
And watching us lap it up
Like we'd never find love again
He doesn't deserve
The last few pieces of the soul
That I've been saving
And even if I must hold them
In my hands for all eternity
At least I know
That he didn't take
The worthy parts of me
You Bring Out the Wolf in MeYou bring out the wolf in me.You Bring Out the Wolf in Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The hazel eyes.
but you can't see me,
unless I want you to
bring out the wolf in me,
The half-starved mutt,
Give me your attention
and primal passion in me,
The dinner outside, lay under the stars,
if you're lucky I'll sing songs
to the moon
The drum beat, heart beat,
panting on-the-run heat,
Snow looks better
in my hair, and I left footprints
under your window in me.
The toothy-smiled, but
I couldn't be more scared,
please don't hurt me or I'll run
creature in me.
You bring out the wolf in me,
loving in the dark
and lonely places, because two is a pack
and you raise the ruff on me,
I could be a loyal companion, but the blood is wild
and you, yes, you
bring out the wolf in me.
Wish Upon A ScarWish Upon A Scar1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wish Upon A Scar
Shades of words can strengthen...walls
But embodiments of lies can flaw the very same...cause
A droplet of water lasted me a thousand ages
For I have traveled inside my mind
I documented a thousand faces
That ended up turning blind eyes
The lifeblood of faith kept urging me to wait
While I became a statue deprived of light
and the life I once called mine
Numb sounds flow / Passions let go
Clinging onto footprints / A coward's instinct
Uncensored immunity is a curse
For tragedy teaches weakness
Nothing will be of any worth
As love and fear will be without consequences
Once upon a song / You were a flower
Your petals became undone / Gone now and forever
A taste of your grace got me through a thousand fates
I have not forgotten the abyss of your bliss
But it broke me over and over a thousand ways
Doujinshi-Getting StartedDoujinshi-Getting Started12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If you\'re a fan of drawing or a fan of anime or manga, then it\'s going to cross your mind at the very least once--\'it would be cool if I could make my own comic!\' However, this thought is usually closely followed by another thought that reads something along the lines of, \"Wow...that would be a lot of hard work...I don\'t even know where to start,\" and your ide may have been quickly abandoned or slowly forgotten, depending on how keen you were on the idea in the first place.
And that\'s where this article comes in; so many wonderfuly talented artists just don\'t know where to begin. I will now break down the process of creating a comic, or at least my version of it as i am sure that my methods and opinions will probably differ from those of others.
Now, before I get into a list of tools and methods, I\'m going to start off with the basics of characters and plot and location, etc.
Now many of you are probably already groaning, but a lot of people just dive into a comic
If Only We Aged Like TreesTell me how many clinksIf Only We Aged Like Trees2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you smile
with a grave’s peace borrowed.
The creaks of a swing,
and the shards of broken china,
sing your childhood riddles
on nights the storm would knock.
Stars belong to clouds,
just as fate is in love with time.
A box full of buttons
and a handful of sand,
count how long you kept your fingers crossed
from behind the pleats of your summer skirt
as we watched our thoughts set
with an imaginary sun.
It's a Curse: Notes on Eric ThedrialSo. I feel like Eric's up there with Tom as a character who comes with a lot of technical baggage I've never publically unpacked. Read on for a tale of god-complexes, monstrous curses, hunts and rampages, massive abuse of the ageing process, and history's worst case of polyphagia.It's a Curse: Notes on Eric Thedrial3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Welcome back to the Network, a world made of worlds connected, when not by simple geography, then by dimension-puncturing portals. We're going somewhere we haven't been before. The land is Nimisia, the year is, by our calendar, 1611. Gammon is a prosperous little city-state amidst a mess of prosperous little city-states and if rolling countryside, charming forests, and sparkling lakes are your thing, this is a peachy place. Well. If you aren't a peasant. We are in a time of serfs and lords.
If you are landed gentry however, sunny are your skies, green are your horizons, your cup floweth over. You live in a palace with colorful flags and people who take care of things and are generally free to socialize
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.
She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.
She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.
Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.
Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.
There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.
The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows people will judge her before they have even read
Her story because they’re too caught up in their own narrative.
They only take the time to read your book once you are dead.
They say we’re born alone and die alone.
As humans we are built to survive and consume.
Even if you are raised from a loving home.
You can still feel out of place in your ow
Scorpiussometimes,Scorpius2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i wake up with bits of Orion
still stuck between my teeth.
& i grin, remembering
the face of every lover
i’ve managed unscathed,
to crawl out from underneath.
‘ad astra’ inked into ankle bones
like little wings, Pluto’s underworld
ripe, coursing through my veins:
i stake claim to clavicles.
between the constellations
of tongues & weak limbs,
i get off
on all the ways mere mortals
beg me to sacrifice them
to the heavens.
Sweet NothingsI used lie on your chest after loving youSweet Nothings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listening to the slowing concussion of your heart,
The soft outgoing tide of passion in your breath,
As I traced sweet nothing patterns across your stomach
You made me promise early,
When our love was fresh and new,
That I would die last-
And I promised-
Because it was easier to see you smile
And death was just a word.
But now I know why you made me promise.
You knew how hard it would be to go on alone,
Constantly weighted down by that black hole
Where love once stood-
You always were the smart one
I want to trade places with you-
Be the one under stark light and twenty four hour care;
Be the one whose life is measured
In heart beeps and cell counts-
I dont want to be the one left alone
Moving the chair closer to your bed,
I lie my head on your chest,
Listening to the slowing concussion of your heart,
The soft outgoing tide of life in your breaths
As I trace sweet everything patterns across your stomach
Yuma, what is Love?"Yuma, what is "love"?"Yuma, what is Love?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pink and blue-haired boy peered over the edge of his hammock with a curious expression across his young face. "Love?" he echoed. "Why're you asking about that?"
The glowing blue humanoid creature sitting on the ground pointed a long thin finger at the television screen in front of him. "The word keeps coming up again and again and yet still I cannot begin to work out what it means..."
Yuma scratched his head awkwardly and sat up. "You seriously don't know what love is?" he asked incredulously.
The blue figure shook his head and looked up at the boy, his white and yellow eyes expectant, awaiting some explanation. Yuma averted his stare and looked at the television. "You shouldn't be watching so much garbage, Astral. It'll fry your brain or something."
Promptly clicking a button on the remote control he turned the television off and lay back down with his back turned towards the figure on the floor. Astral continued to stare up at him patiently and Yuma
Dragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet RileyDragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet Riley6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
Rambling on TonyThe Unholy Incarnation of Gluttony (Tony, for short) has been more or less benignly wandering the Network for nearly four hundred years, carefully controlled by its host and master, the kindly Eric Thedrial.Rambling on Tony2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
What IS Tony, exactly? Despite rumors and poetic phrasing, Tony is NOT a demonic entity representing a deadly sin, it is not actually even a separate being from Eric. Psychologically, Tony's what you get when you inhibit everything in the human mind save the powerful animal impulse to eat stuff. Religion/demons/sins really have nothing to do with Tony.
Tony is the result of a morality curse, meant to demonstrate to the once spoiled Lord Thedrial the essence of his greed by removing entirely his human willpower and control over base instincts (which he was so poorly exercising anyway) transforming him for periods into a destructive, self-destructive, mindless and mortifying mass of monster. And then returning him to human form to think about what he'd done.
Tony is largely a metapho
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:Eagle Girl2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She soars above clouds,
Beloved, wild, unrestrained.
Ended by envy.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
will you ever learn to love yourselfshe was deadwill you ever learn to love yourself2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before she hit the ground
frazzled & 60 percent water
or whatever you call them
brimming on the bus & never
haven’t you ever seen clouds before?’
she threw a handful of stones
sinking like balloons
a hungry ghost
tracing the outline
of a breaking surface
Sins You Can't Wipe OffI feel disgusted by my own skin.Sins You Can't Wipe Off3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have laid in bed
Writhing for hours
Wishing I could tear it away.
The very sheets themselves
Feel like snakes twining around me
And I can not escape,
Knowing that your body in my bed
And the hands you used
To touch my skin
Were the very same you used
When you laid with her
And then came home
Lying to my face.