DesperationI wonder how many days you've spent feeling lost.
Thinking that you're going somewhere.
Never actually getting anywhere.
You look at the same four walls over and over again.
You can paint them in different colours,
But you know they're still the same.
And you convince yourself that you're making progress,
Nothing's changed, but you're making progress.
Things are getting worse, but you're making progress.
And then you wake up and realise,
That shit has hit the fan...
Suddenly you're forced to do the things you couldn't,
The kind of things that you were never comfortable with.
And you find out you can do them.
You find out that the only reason you couldn't,
Was because you were afraid to try.
It's hard - trying to take that first step.
It's hard - trying to convince yourself to take that chance.
.i tell her.5 months ago in Personal More Like This
i do not want
i do not know
i say my mind
to me alone, and i
to the earth
(tomorrow said to yesterday, please meet me in the middle)
.and you;.5 months ago in Personal More Like This
i understand if you have to
with the sun painted gold on your
tiger back bone, i won't move
everything else is in it's place,
if you open your eyes up wide,
put your ear to
the lungs that breathe inside
but not in mine, no not in my holy waters,
my still still waters, but still
the sea will surge over
the sand, and i will take whatever
you can give me and sleep, i will say
i want the hand of god between
my ribs, i want a mechanical life,
i want no part in the winding evil
curling itself inside me, please
i want no part in settling down, i want
to see stars the colour of champagne, open
wrists like blind slats so i can see
the light, keep fresh inside
with cling film stretched across,
go on then do it, listen, i will let you,
i will take your lover's song, the blame
be storyteller to them all, sit in
their kitchens, pet their dogs
conceal the fact and smile
as life drags me down the aisle
to that bastard standing there
dressed all in black, the king of all
.the birds don't sing.11 months ago in Personal More Like This
anymore, they sigh -
a magpie shouts, i think
it's time you heard this,
god you really are a stupid
girl, if you saw things
from up here you'd understand,
see - some kids they don't
ever hatch, don't mean
that it's your fault, and if
you hold on to the shell of
em you're the one that's gonna
crack - so throw it out yeah
just get rid of it i'll
help you if you want, i'll
scoop it up with one swift
wing, and i won't be
bringing it back
(things might be picture perfect but i much prefer the frame)
.the moon shudders;.6 months ago in Personal More Like This
silver dust lands
in my hair and i sigh,
knock it off -
what's your problem?
i'm frustrated -
i've been trying to
strike a match that won't
light for two hours,
you carry a lighter,
.i don't believe.9 months ago in Personal More Like This
that if you can dream it
you can do it,
cos i once dreamt that
i killed atlas,
i tore him limb from limb and then
i stabbed the globe he held,
and sometimes i get sad
about the children in the world
who will choke on all the words
that they'll never learn to speak,
and there's a baby somewhere gargling
the meaning of his life,
and he's a little bit upset that you
keep wiping it
(i have no words for you)
.someone told the mist.10 months ago in Personal More Like This
it clings too tightly
to the hills
and someone told the snow
that the mountains need
(an idiot, a coward)
.she said i spent.10 months ago in Personal More Like This
nine months on this
work of art, and now
(it's tearing through its own beautiful canvas)
.there are snakes.5 months ago in Personal More Like This
in coils from me
and green, their mouths
dark fanged caverns
black eyes glittering
they see -
that mother tongue
that they know
i cannot speak
(if you can touch it, you can kill it, you can dream)
.did you spend.8 months ago in Personal More Like This
last night digging
in my graveyard of a chest?
i seem to have a hole
this morning -
where did you put
your heart you
bitch, i know you
must have one there
and when the light lets
itself in through
my bedroom curtains,
i will always say
go fuck up
do you still crack
your knuckles when you're
angry? take two
sugars with your
tea, carry a scythe?
well i carry the devil
in from the car when he's too
tired to walk, he tugs
at my sleeve with his little
red fists, says i know how
hard it is to get closure
that makes you feel
ripped wide open, mate,
now carry me in i'm too
tired for all this tonight -
oh, one more thing,
the shore can never leave
no matter how hard
it tries, again and
again, you're going to get
fucked by the current,
so just go with the flow
it gets better,
spend the rest of your
life laying in that
bed you made,
spend the rest of yo
Life is Beautiful...Isn't it?Life is Beautiful...1 year ago in Personal More Like This
There are magical moments in life where I get the opportunity to remember that I'm nothing but an insignificant living being among 8 billion others.. on a planet among 8 in a solar system among billions in a galaxy among trillions and all in one universe-- possibly among others?-- where whether or not I died, would hardly leave a mark even in the face of my own city.
The world goes on without you.
Yet I once realized, that a meaning in life, is to give life a meaning.
Live your dreams! You only live once.
Don't do idiotic dares for the sake of saying you did them-- go tell that cute boy or girl you like them!
Go tell the world your name!
Why must everything be over after one failure..?
Sure, the humiliation of having everyone look down upon you is torture itself... but when you get back up and show everyone that you're somebody, it won't be you who'd be ashamed for not realizing your potential sooner-- but them!
There are mome
.think i'm mad.8 months ago in Personal More Like This
as a hatter,
i want to sit and
drink tea with the dead
for a while
on a sunday afternoon?
just cos i like to
trace the patterns in
the woodwork on
the table with my fingers
when we're talking,
something has been
and it's us,
with words so well
used that they're now
we can't even tell what
they mean anymore
(still cramming them into the distance though)
.he always wants the light on.5 months ago in Personal More Like This
when he's sleeping, says he's scared
but i can't see the point;
i say not all monsters
are trying to hurt you, at least
not right away
and his bottom lip goes
and he screams shut up
but i laugh and i tickle his ribs
and then he laughs with me
and he says
and i say i love you too
(i love you too)
.the first time my father holds me,.5 months ago in Personal More Like This
he shoves one hand
into my mothers arms
and grabs me
by the back of my babygrow, roughly
raises me up
with his big clenched fist
and i hang there, like a kitten
by the taut pink scruff
what a small nothing
(but now he is nothing, gone, dust)
.i think you know.4 months ago in Personal More Like This
of hair wound tight round a hand like rope
of thoughts that sail in and let down anchor
in the night, sleep drifting away on the black tide,
i think you know of god up in the crow's nest, keeping watch
his eyes have rolled at us so much they rattle, loose now
in their pits like marbles, they say he knows
i have examined the slides of my childhood, uprooted my body,
yanked myself out of my years with my own gloved hand
like a weed and stared in disgust, it's only natural
that you should still want to sleep with one arm over
your head, she said, don't you think?
i think the sun lit up
the world's scars
and felt bad, hung its head
through the horizon
and cried in shame
now i don't think it's ever
going to stop raining
(i am holding up my mind, i am shoving it in your face)
Writing Good Characters - Part OneWritten by Songdog-StrayFangOriginally I was asked to write an article on characters; what makes them good, bad, and what makes them balanced. However the more I thought about it, the more I realized that doing an article on “characters” was flat impossible. The reason for this is like writing a complete article on fiction. Fiction contains many genres, each with their own personality, purpose, and tropes. Characters are of the same merit. Usually when you hear people talk about characters, their focus is on the main character. But that’s not where the character cast ends. So instead, I’ve decided to write three articles on the main ‘types’ of characters: Protagonists, Antagonists, and Supporting Cast.Writing Good Characters - Part One1 year ago in Literature Features More Like This
Since most of what people care and talk about is the protagonist, that’s where we’ll begin. Usually when people discuss whether a character is well done or not, the word that gets tossed around is “Mary Sue”. But the
.chloe says.5 months ago in Personal More Like This
i need an angel
with big white wings and skin
that shines like gold,
do you believe in angels, charlotte?
the plants are all dead in here,
how can a plant
know something i don't?
and i'm not religious but the only time
i ever felt peaceful
was when i sat in church
luke comes in, and chloe says
luke, you believe in angels?
he says what, like them feathery dickheads
with halos and stuff? nah i don't -
then we sit and watch a fly bash it's brains in
on the window
that it can't see what's killing it
neither can we
(the plants are dead, but we are still waiting)
.lies can slip.9 months ago in Personal More Like This
through your teeth
gets caught in
(i wish it was a lie, that i'm your flesh and blood and i wish it was the truth, that i hadn't been drinking)
.the world's a stage.7 months ago in Personal More Like This
but he says
don't make a scene
(it's growing boring)
.i feel in a language.6 months ago in Personal More Like This
i don't understand,
and the wings of the bird in my kitchen, they
won't get to feel the sky anymore -
and sometimes doesn't it feel good?
to put two fingers round the neck
of a flower and
hear the petals scream for
their withering limbs,
then start choking
Many Shapes and Sizes ~ SUNDAY SPOTLIGHTMany Shapes and Sizes ~ SUNDAY SPOTLIGHT8 months ago in Art Features More Like This
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Jelly by rainylakeNailworks by The-UnderwriterCleaning by ElintheCarrot
Grey seal by ConkerLive87Sleepy by RedMedKitLovely Mandorla by Cadaverino89
Ladybug by Andrei-AzanfireiSpring by clsanchezGhepardo2 by Pandoriano
Petra by stingraywingsNuthatch by HammerPhotographyFriendly by Kloue
Curated by :iconadrrar:
CREW LISTEdit: Chenbeard the Pirate is no longer the Captain of the Black Fedora Pirates. The new captain is Lady Riddle :iconDiluculi: so if yer lookin' t' join, best seek 'er out eh? ^^CREW LIST3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Arrr maties. Ye've waited a long time ta see the crew list come up and I just want ye all ta know that this is going to double up as a bounty list (this journal entry will be a permanent entry). It will be linked on my ID and every crew member will be featured here permanently.
For those who are interested in joining the crew, the join rules will be listed below after the bounty section (Ctrl + F, "Join Rules", to skip straight there). If you want to know WHY it is good to have a bounty, scroll past the crew list and I'll give a full explanation on it ("Bounty Section").
Note: members in this list are NOT listed in terms of rank, with the exception of the Captain and First Mate (Co-Captain) who will occupy the first two slots.
1. Chenbeard (Chennie) the Pirate :iconW
Poetry Basics: EmotionsEmotions in poetryPoetry Basics: Emotions1 year ago in Literature Features More Like This
Writing, at its very base, is communication. We write to communicate — with someone else, with ourselves — when we write, we arrange words in a manner that is intended to be read. This is very important because, no matter what or how you write, this one basic fact never changes. If you get stuck at any point, you can come back to this sturdy foundation. I am writing to communicate; what do I want to communicate?
Often, the answer is emotions: how you feel, or how you want your reader to feel. As Gregory Corso wrote, "You must feel! It's beautiful to feel!"
We all feel, but how we express our feels is a matter of perspective. If we are too flippant with our choice of words, our readers will think we are shallow. If we are too brooding and deliberate, our readers may find us incomprehensible. Finding a balance takes work and dedication.
But that work and dedication is what distinguishes
how to get better at art:I know im not a master of anything- infact, its only been about a week since I started working on improving rather than appealing.how to get better at art:1 year ago in Personal More Like This
BUT BOY DO I FEEL GOOD ABOUT MY ART.
and you should too!
Tips on becoming the artist you want to be
✸ note that these are tips on how I've started- everyone is different! Learn however you want to learn!
1. STOP DRAWING ONLY FOR OTHERS AND JUST START DRAWING FOR YOU
Ok so this for me was the hardest step. I never ever drew for enjoyment. Even when I drew my characters I wasn't really having fun? What you should do is stop all commissions. Stop all trades. And give yourself one day to draw to make you happy. Even if you don't improve at all you will start loving your art! I know I do!
2. FIND ART THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY
What is better than finding a style that you really love? Than looking at all this art from people that inspires you? NOTHING. (okay maybe besides starbucks and kittens but still!)
when you fin