Designer PrisonDesigner Prison9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Rain is a peculiar thing - and so are you.
As the ground becomes a panoramic sponge and the world becomes a shallow sea, you shower in baking powder, only to have it wash away and leave streaks upon your face. this is a losing battle with Mother Nature; she knows your game-plan. She may wear spectacles with lenses miles thick; but she can see you with perfect precision and pluck you from the cloud you have not-so-gracefully fought to reach.
Your sling-backs do not provide much traction upon that cloud, do they? Water vapor is harder to walk on every day; surely one day you will ge tthe hang of it and show your superiority. But be careful. Your face is still running - running away.
Your prison is a white-collar resort, where guards and convicts drink Mai-Tais and show faux pity for the poor boy with no pants. His feet are scabbed over and his hair is nappy and matted; yet his smile can power a small country. This is freedom.
Your shackles look a little tight - but they are Gucci. I am s
Top 10: Predictions for 2009Top 10 Predictions for 2009Top 10: Predictions for 20096 years ago in Humor More Like This
10. US Dollar collapses, new Skittles-based economy implemented.
9. DeviantArt and Google merge. Entire world embraces dA as a new paradigm for peace and love, and art appreciation soars. Wars cease and defense budgets are instead diverted to the act of creation, not destruction.
Literature community is still ignored.
8. Honda introduces new plasma-powered hybrid car, solving both homeless and energy crises simultaneously.
7. Apple's next gen iPhone released. Weighs 4 pounds, has a full-sized keyboard, 14" LCD panel, and a lid that closes. People stand in line and pay $6000 USD to own one.
6. Time travelling Abe Lincoln shows up at President Obama's inauguration and delivers high-fives to everyone.
5. Britanny Spear's career continues to emit enormous sucking sound.
4. Vast new reserves of oil are located on the moon. First interplanetary war begins as BP and Chevron fight
I love...hate...youI love it when you wake me up in the morningI love...hate...you10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate it when you forget and I am late
I love it when you greet me hi or hello
I hate it when you say nothing at all
I love it when you wait for me
I hate it when you show up late
I love it when you share with me
I hate it when you hide yourself from me
I love it when you do what I want
I hate it when you're afraid of me
I love it when you cheer me up when I'm sad
I hate it when you don't seem to show you care
I love to hear your laughter
I hate to hear you when your about to cry
I love to tease you all the time
I hate the way I feel when I've hurt you
I love the way you talk to me
I hate it when you refuse to answer me
I love it when you wish me luck
I hate it when you forget I need your support
I love it when you remember me
I hate it when you forget about me
I love it when you make me feel important
I hate it that I don't matter to you anymore
I love the feeling of being able to stand alone
I hate the feeling of missing you now that your
CrawlingCrawling1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Have you ever looked into the mirror and just saw someone completely different? You give yourself a hard look and the person you see is SO different and SO hard to look at that it turns your stomach to even give a glance? That's what I'm doing and I can feel my insides twist and turn telling me to look away because that isn't you and I know it is. What can I do? I want who I was back. I don't want this and I look away into the bedroom thinking my escape is there. She's not...she told me this morning she was going to do something or go somewhere but I completely tuned her out. I didn't mean to but I did and she gave me this hurt look...it stung. Instead of arguing about it she gave me a sad smile and brought me back to reality. She reminded me of the appointment today and asked me to go as if I'd back out from agreeing.
I think she was just worried it'd be too much though I need it. She didn't push me even if she had give me a little shove in the right direction. She just asked me to go
Loving to Hate LoveI love you with all the hate I can muster. Your beautiful face makes me sick. Within your intelligent eyes I see nothing but density. You have become so old fashioned in your ways that you are modern. Your soft hair is greasy with lies and your foul mouth rots with delicateness.Loving to Hate Love4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The natural pose which you fight to maintain reeks with pollution. The words you whisper in my ear are sweet nothings, so I know we both detest them.
You are my hated friend and most doted on enemy. I despise you too much to adore, but I adore you too much to despise.
Collecting VersesCollecting Verses10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~Love, you'll be the death of me, yet I dare not refuse
your arms, your eyes, my soul, my heart, and all that'll be the death of you~
...a Storm he hides behind his gaze.
What darling child is this that seems
to hold within all heaven's dreams?
Within his eyes, all icy blue
what burdens weigh, what cares take root?
His skin ne'er lit by glow of blood
beguiles the moon to bring the flood.
These tender hands they holdeth sway
the sky, his eyes now metal gray.
How shall thee overcome these walls
How break through fates' most cruel net
that forbid thy heart into loving fall
and forbid rain from eyes-- now violet?
Smouldering... in all senses of the word
What darkness tending has there been
beneath that cloak of gabardine
that lustrous shine those sunlit eyes
'gainst skin by sun caramelized?
What radiant death was 'ere made thine
that made thy heart forgot of rhyme
of beat and cadence, beat, and yet
grant thy brea
FateFate11 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Beautiful weather today.
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. Um… God?
PETER. Not to be rude, but… your name is God?
GOD. I am God. Or at least I was God.
PETER. I… see.
GOD. You don't believe me.
PETER. Would you?
GOD. No. But it doesn't matter whether or not you believe in me.
Love youThe day I met you.Love you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The day i saw you sitting on the ground.
The time we spent splashing, all 'round.
Words of truth there I've spoken'' many girls i known (?)
But you were clearly the finest of all.
So pretty and bright like a rainbow light.
Fallen in love with you even to this very day,
I know in my heart I will always feel the same.
Sorry I am,
Like never before because of this mess
But believe you're the best
In the darkest night I wonder "is her love still by my side?"
In this illusion of a day I wish together we could stay,
Together, enjoy the sky so shiny and bright.
So tell me, my perfect goddess of the sun.
Will we ever shine together so bright and make jealous even the stars in the moon light?
Hear the howling of my soul night, when moon shines so bright yes, my love, It's my heart screaming your name in the darkest of nights
I've been longing to reunite with your warm lovely light.
Feelings I don't deny,
So I could call myself with a pride Poet of emotio
LiesHow can you deny the truth...Lies6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How could you run away knowing i speak the truth..
Knew you did that lie i would never say to you
So how could you call the truth a lie..
How could you trust them more than me
You said your feelings were true
yet it appeared to be just a typical lie
How could you enjoy hearing me cry...
Knowing its you who always lie...
So Let my heart to cry
Until i forgive all these lies...
Queen of InsanityQueen of Insanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Queen of Insanity
These invisible walls
Hold me inside.
Stuck in a never-ending maze,
Comfort, I can't find.
Like scars on my heart,
I'm hurt but it's not seen.
My sanity's tearing apart,
And it will make me queen.
Queen of Insanity,
Queen of the Insane,
As wrong as death itself,
Like the ideas I have slain.
The ideas are a whirlpool
Of sorrow and fear.
I say I've thrown them away
But in my heart, they are here.
Queen of Insanity,
Queen of the Insane,
My laws are Hell itself.
My laws will burst your veins.
3-1-12 Julia Ngo
A Spiritual RevolutionI'm an activist but I'm not the activist you see on the streets holding a sign with words that calls for resignation of a despotic bully in power. I'm actually a spiritual activist. No, not the religious kind. There is a difference between religious and spiritual. Being religious means observing and practicing rules and rituals according to creed. Being spiritual means understanding and attuning to the divine without the trappings of religious dogma.A Spiritual Revolution8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
As a spiritual activist, I'm going to tell you what I believe this country need. What this country (the Philippines) truly needs is a spiritual revolution, an inner transformation from the ignorant and naive Filipino into a Pride of the Malay race brimming with wisdom, compassion and power. Even with just one such individual, the Philippines can become a golden paradise. The change of a whole nation starts with the change of the individual.&
Heart HackShe password-protected her heart.Heart Hack8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The secret code was 'I love you'
And he cracked it.
He used it to gain access, and he messed up her system.
Filled up her memory space and deleted her priorities.
She's long due for an update and a repair,
But she wants to be switched off forever.
LoveLove11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is nothing,
Without a kiss.
Love is everything,
When you feel like this.
Love is precious,
When they mean everything to you.
Love is painful,
When they're not with you.
Love is priceless,
The true kind can't be bought.
Love is life...
When it's all you've got.
bleh...tell me how you like it...o.o;
Human MorpheneHuman Morphene9 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
For miles and miles, we line the streets with a cell phone in our hands and consciousness in our minds. I have been here before; I will be here again; and you will be meeting me. For every time you breathe, someone here - there - around - under - above - inside is breathing.
We cannot escape simultaneousness. I breathe as you breath as they breathe; and anyone can find refuge in this. Human uniformity keeps us alive, pumping - surging our counterparts through our veins. Like morphene, we crave it and thrive; it is the metaphysical thread that holds us - as a species - together: our identicalities.
I have seen you watching me from the side-lines, disdain in your right eye - lust in your left. Your hair may fall up when mine falls down; but you best not speak, for I have the same words and linguistic knowledge, worldly knowledge. Check your hair. It has been woven into my scalp.
Surprise. You are human.
all the pretty birdswalk but not quickly thru the crooked townall the pretty birds9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
& look at this universal splendor:
there are tilted alleys with houses of trash,
lodging magpies & hollow bags of brass
belongings worth less than fury & sound.
this: a town dually in black & in white.
kings of unclaimed crowns crow at the ravens
that rapaciously pace on broken walks
while in the tall towers peddle the hawks,
preying devoutly & clearing their throats,
swallowing themselves from cups & glasses.
& on corners the loons & the cuckoos
parrot phrases they have heard on the street:
my family tree is losing its leaves.
youre just an albatross, we tell the loons,
who grouse at pigeons for sake of sparrow:
two for a farthing & now five for two.
the pigeons say no & they fly away
to roost in identical parts of town,
to line & comfort the nests of others
with shreds of greenest leaves, pounds of heavy flesh.
how cardinal it is to keep cuckoos
behind cold meshwire fencing & gates,
without a nightingale: to nurse the wounds,
friendI was broken i was sad driven by the spirits of evil and madfriend6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All i know help did not one living soul...
only she.. girl who i barely known who stayed by my side and helped me to get back up
Everyday with her i now talk and everyday she can me understand
How painful is my day such a living hell yet she always trys her best to make me smile
so proud to call her my friend forever i am to her in depth for the attemps she have made
see the goodness in her soul such a lovely kind person's soul
hear the hope in her voice like the lovely birds singing voice
Glad to call her my friend and forever i am to her in depth
Thank you Andrea your lovely and sweet wish you the best and everything rest.
Always like thatThe sky is like an endless thing isn't it?Always like that10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the sea from where you stood
You are like that
So deep and cannot be reached
I call for you but you didn't hear.
The clouds are white
The rain comes
They turned dark.
And you are always like that,
The distant one who dwells in the dark
You who cries all by himself
Like the rain without sunshine.
You are always like that.
Os Problemas da TraducaoOs Problemas da Tradução (Os Romances Russos)Os Problemas da Traducao7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Existe a ideia de que uma boa tradução é aquela onde o leitor não consegue discernir qual a língua original em que o livro foi escrito. Os tradutores defensores desta ideia chegam ao ponto de substituir os nomes das personagens por transliterações aproximadas, onde o resultado final é um nome próprio bem português. Ora, tratando eu do caso das traduções de obras iterarias russas para a língua portuguesa, cabe a mim dar a minha opinião, não só como estudante da língua, mas também como leitora, sobre esses métodos, por mim considerados impróprios e antiquados.
Passaram por minhas mãos clássicos prosaicos escritos por Tólstoi, Dostoiévsky, Turguéniev, entre outros. Se não fizesse parte do meu conhecimento quais as boas e escassas versões em p
Surrender beta 2Misery oh mistery so sweet and tenderSurrender beta 26 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why she wount let me surrender contineu to suffer i must in burning in ember
Shall i fight till you force me to surrender the day you defeat me in my game
where we both shall play fair
live or die you ask me choose my faith you tell me
live for you i have and shall
but faith of mine was allready made the day when you become so cruel
i knew i will be defeated someday but that day i wish to remember..
when you first told me not to surrender and now your forcing me to surrender
so why you made me to walk road if you knew we wount ever again be together
i will wait and remember and will never surrender
maybe someday we shall be together
Character Profile: AleksandrCharacter Profile: Aleksandr4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
NAME: Adrien Aleksandr Khrushchev
BIRTH DATE: November 13th
BIRTHPLACE: Moscow, Russia
HAIR: Dark Brown, (dyed blue at some point)
OTHER FACIAL FEATURES/OTHER APPEARANCE DETAILS:
-Septum piercing (Once settles in to London)
-Slender Body type
DRESS (Style, colors):
Aleksandr is no doubt the definition of 'boring'. He enjoys calm, tedious colour patterns such as dark pastels, blue, burgundy, off white. And of course, corduroy pants to top it all off, usually falling into the same category of colour. Once Aleksandr is introduced to the ever popular, American Apparel, he finds it to be quite appealing~
DESCRIPTION OF HOMELIFE/BRIEF HISTORY:
Aleksandr was born and raised in Moscow Russia. Never having much as a child had always kept h
Words To Avoid"Words To Avoid In Creative Writing"Words To Avoid5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
We've all heard there are some no-no words in creative writing - these are words that you want to avoid "at all costs" some people say, but do you know which they are, and why you should avoid them? Well, I didn't the first time I saw a list of "words to avoid", and not surprisingly, a lot of people who write these lists don't know why either. (I know, SHOCK! GASP! just because someone wrote a guide doesn't mean they know what they're talking about.)
So, this morning I went on a word-finding spree to find these "word lists" and find out WHY I was supposed to avoid these words - and more importantly, HOW. This guide will explain what I discovered.
WARNING: Quite often in this guide I am going to use words I say you shouldn't. Do as I say, not as I do. I address one problem at a time so as not to confuse people, so yes, some of my examples will have several mistakes in them even if I only address one of those mistakes.