What I've Learned From MusicWhat I've Learned From Popular MusicWhat I've Learned From Music4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-Anyone can make it whether or not they have actual talent as long as enough people think they're good looking
-A female singer's talent is directly correlated to the amount of bare skin exposed in her album covers and concert performances
-If you can act, you can sing, regardless of how much vocal training you've had
-If you're rich, you can sing, regardless of how much vocal training you've had
-If an artist writes their own lyrics and/or music, they are instantly original and amazing no matter how bland and generic it is or how much it sucks
-Auto Tune is your friend. Who wants to hear what a REAL person sounds like, anyway?
-If you mention girly things like fairy tales, knights with princesses, dances and famous literary romance icons in your lyrics you'll become popular COUGHTAYLORSWIFTCOUGHCOUGH
-If you sound so much like Taylor Swift that listeners can't tell the difference between you two, you've got yourself a record deal
-If you're having
BoredomThe constant blur.Boredom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This gray, lifeless haze.
As rain gently hits the window pane,
It makes this beautiful world seem dark and monotonous.
There is no one here.
I long for a companion to share memories with,
To confide in, to trust.
But here, I am alone.
I long for something to be passionate about;
To add some excitement to this coliseum of weariness.
How I crave for a task to complete, rather than to engage in nothingness.
I feel full of feebleness, serving no purpose.
How do I go about leaving this pit of despair?
I am trapped, with no ways of escape;
Left to slowly go mad, and lose my sanity.
Here I stand, under a cloud of boredom.
universe, thanks for having mei think that we are actually born enlightened,universe, thanks for having me3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
but because our muscles are too frail and our bones too brittle
we can do little about it
then society kicks in,
and being the perfect humans that we are, we learn to learn.
we go to school and eventually forget the knowledge that we were born with.
tell me, when they taught you about newton's apple, didn't you go
'well i could've figured that out'
the truth lies in the simplest of things,
things as simple as a child's mind.
i'd like to have stayed that way
i'd like to still believe that the cardboard box lying in my back garden
is going to fly me to jupiter one day,
i'll make a pit stop at neptune and fly further,
further, further and out of the galaxy.
stare at the vast gleam of light
and feel what it is probably like
to be a new born baby again.
i feel overwhelmed by the beauty of this planet,
this universe that we live in and
i feel powerless when i try to solve its mysteries.
when my mother gave birth to
Bradley Manning - WikileaksBy A.H. FurlongBradley Manning - Wikileaks4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Bradley Manning was/is (for lack of a better word) an army intelligence analyst who was charged with leaking, amongst other things, a highly classified video of American forces killing 12 unarmed civilians (including two Reuters journalists) and two children in Afghanistan earlier this year. Allegedly, Manning gave the video to Wikileaks in February 2010. Wikileaks is an online repository, if you will, of classified and top secret information furnished by whistle blowers if you must from around the world. It is located somewhere in Sweden but is accessible from every internet connection almost everywhere.
The video leaked by Private Manning shows a U.S. air crew falsely claiming to have encountered a firefight in Bagdad and then laughing at the dead. They also opened fire on a van that attempted to rescue the wounded. According to Manning there are about 24 or more other video tapes of a similar nature. What got hi
Somehow Somehow, we had ended up on the roof. The metal was slick with yesterday's rain, but I didn't let it hinder me.Somehow3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Somehow, I knew that if I slowed down I would lose her forever.
Somehow, She was on the ledge with mere inches between us.
Somehow, I caught her in an embrace. Moments before the final step.
Somehow she smiled. Our eyes locked. Mine dry and disbelieving, and hers wet with unshed tears.
Somehow, I let go. I knew what would happen. I knew I would lose her.
Intellectual PollutionI am your intellectual pollutionIntellectual Pollution3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
naked in broadcast space
selling fuck-shares for pennies
to disgraced nations
Im the one who sells you
with teeth and slogans
prop up pop-ups
from yesterday and
before it even gets here
I gave your sated appetites a boost
with fiction-less violence of wars
and then censored the reporters
who queried the nations generals
asking for a truth that was
Do you want the truth,
or don't you?
Do you like your new car
and the magazines on your daughters'
that teach her to fuck like a porn star?
Are you still smiling?
MercyThe part behind me flickering,Mercy4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
delicate making me move.
To the water I keep listening,
carefully trying to prove.
I do not belong in your dish,
I am just an innocent fish.
The Observer The Observer watched, as was his job. He stayed hidden, in a nook in the ceiling of the factory. He knew where he was and why. Or, as he knew from experience, what his client wanted him to know or think. All of the information was in the contents of the package he had received. His client had kept their identity a secret, if only you could keep secrets from one who sees all.The Observer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had quickly gone over the papers again on the ride over. As was the usual, it consisted of documents, profiles, security camera photos, and the like. All he had to do was come back after seeing what he needed to say. He would be paid. Being at the hidden center of many previous political scandals was no concern of his. For the rest of the ride he had watched the view speed by and rested his eyes without sleepi
Daylight ForsakenDo you remember when AuroraDaylight Forsaken3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
invoked dawn in the sky above us?
How we watched her colors spread
above the highway, the gas station - across the fields,
painting reality in vivid splendor
as we traversed its mundane streets
bathed in the frail whispers of possibility?
We disappeared into the trees
where we spilled our secrets,
let them echo in the early morning stillness
of the orchards; a murmured resonance
played to the tempo of our heartbeats.
We didn't even care when reality invaded
[in the form of an angry farmer]
and shooed us back into its clutches;
it could not break the spell.
Or the night we lost hours
in each others' eyes,
[you knew I was afraid of eye contact - too vulnerable; you changed that]
finding our way out only when the sun
cast his rays upon your face.
So we left behind the cover of night
and emerged into the light
of a new day.
Or the time
you let me drive your car
in high-heeled hiking boots.
[but only on the back roads, away from civilization]
The Ballad of SerenityA nightingale in a birch nearby,The Ballad of Serenity3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
sang a song that made her cry.
"Another note and I shall die!"
Her threat was met with no reply.
And so she rested by the stream,
and heard the crickets softly dream.
She watched the cattails kiss the stars,
believing heaven not so far.
"And here is where I shall be free,"
whispered fair Serenity.
The orphaned child, the strange young girl
born into an ancient world.
No elegance or skill had she
but the ballad, of Serenity.
She was cursed with just one song:
a ballad haunting, soft and long.
The words were never hers to hear,
but danced always beyond her ear.
On harp, flute, lyre she wiled away,
the notes that only she could play.
Yet she grew tried of just one song
and ran away before too long,
into a wood with stream of gold
where rumored lived the bards of old.
She found the caves of deepest blue
and told them, "I have searched for you."
Serenity the bards admired.
They gave to her the sacred lyre,
which bound her soul between its strings,
to find th
Chakra Cleansing MeditationOk friends and fellow pagans who want to know a little about chakras.Chakra Cleansing Meditation2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is the how to cleanse your seven main chakras for beginners!
There are two links in the description that are more info I've prepared for this tutorial.
You don't have to read them but they will help with understanding chakras more. And it's always a great idea to learn as much as you can about a certain part of the craft before practicing it.
Let's start simply.
Please find a nice quiet area where you won't be bothered.
You may choose some ambiance music with no words spoken or sang so it won't bother your train of though. Or you may like the quiet more.
Now either sit down cross legged and comfortable or lay down in a nice comfortable spot. Sometimes I find the best meditation is Beditation! Lol.
Now let's calm down and start to slow our breathing. Try to take a few breaths in slowly threw your nose and slowly out your mouth.
Take your time on
Budding Love-An APH PrusRus Yaoi StoryBudding Love-An APH PrusRus Yaoi Story8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Budding Love <3
(A soft Russia x Prussia story-APH)
By: Kaede N. S.
(Request for SuPa4Natural)
“Kesesese! This is my victory Russia! You cannot beat me! I will triumph over all your army!”
“Kol Kol Kol! That is what you want to believe Prussia. But if I move here-”
“No! You wouldn’t dare!!”
“Oh I would. BAM!”
“You took her! My queen!!”
“M-hm! And you know what THAT MEANS!”
Prussia jumped from his side of the chessboard, “NO! I DEMAND A REMATCH!”
Germany, half drunk and exhausted, scolded his brother, “It’s three in the morning! You’ve been at it for almost 2 hours…give it a rest!” He stoked Italy’s head in his lap. The little Italian had drunk himself sick and passed out on Germany’s lap.
Prussia plopped down and Russia taunted him, “Tell me that you lost Prussia-san.”
euphoria...i. is like the sand sticking to your toes while you dance by the ocean, pleading for you not to go home yet.euphoria...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ii. tastes like a bowl of cherries in the summertime.
iii. looks like the rain falling on your eyelashes and creating rainbows in your vision.
iv. feels like the sun's warmth.
v. sounds like quiet, sweet music boxes playing a concerto.
vi. feels like falling in love as a child.
vii. tastes like peppermints in the winter.
viii. feels like when the all of the butterflies in your stomach swell up; and when you open your mouth to sing, they all fly away.
Failure"Failure" is written in my skinFailure3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scrawled there in invisible ink
It sinks into my blood stream
And pumps through my body
"Failure" is ringing in my ears
Quiet enough so I can barely hear it
Yet loud enough to hear it constantly
No matter what I do
"Failure" is flashing before my eyes
Showing me everything I have tried
But have not been able to obtain
Because of everything I lacked
"Failure" has become a part of who I am
The word fills me on the inside
And surrounds me on the outside
Squeezing me tight so I can't breathe
"Failure" is what I will always be
For failure is all I know
The Lunacy of InsecurityInsecurity creates madmen from lovers.The Lunacy of Insecurity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Insecurity convinces you that the person who loved you two hours ago has somehow, over that course of time, changed his or her mind.
Insecurity causes you to look at everyone as an enemy. Everyone is a potential threat, with no greater intention than stealing your lover away.
Insecurity tells you that your love could easily be cheating on you. After all, he or she knows you better than anyone and could easily play you.
Insecurity keeps you up at night and forces you to think of all the ways things can go wrong. It makes you forget how everything has all ready gone right.
Insecurity invents situations that do not exist and plant them firmly in your mind.
Insecurity convinces you that he or she can't really love you. After all, you don't even love yourself.
Insecurity creates madmen from lovers.
And Insecurity makes sure that madness is what makes your worst fears come true.
all traces of us are gonecross my heartall traces of us are gone3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and hope to die
if they ask about you,
i’ll know how to lie
turned into secrets
and deep inside,
i promise to keep them
but lips are sealed
our traces are gone,
my feelings concealed
the messages you sent
have all been erased
now there’s no proof
and I’ve been replaced
LostI feel so lostLost3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without you here.
Without your hand to hold.
Without your lips caressing my skin.
Without hope for tomorrow.
I feel so lonely
knowing you're gone.
Knowing I won't see you.
Knowing I won't hear your voice.
Knowing I can't see your smile.
I feel so sad
for you are my sunshine.
You are my hope.
You are my light.
You are my happiness.
I feel so lost
without you here.
Our Cinderella HourWe've reached our Cinderella hourOur Cinderella Hour3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll flee the ball while you watch carriages turn to pumpkins
Let's meet up later with a glass slipper and a fistful of promises
We've reached our Cinderella hour
I am limp curls and smeared mascara
You are thoughtless words and forced distances
We've reached our Cinderella hour
On the night where everything is utter perfection
Yet the magical gown can still somehow end in rags
We've reached our Cinderella hour
But the beautiful thing about Cinderella hours is they only last a little while
Tomorrow will be better
Bird BlissBird Bliss1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So free as a new born symbol,
With dreams filled with marvel,
And living in the shadows of an angel.
With wings spread,
Nothing to comprehend,
Within the Clouds, it ascends.
The journey begins,
Within its soul there are no sins,
Just joyful and an everlasting bliss.
I Should Stay QuietI'm the queen of saying the wrong thing at the wrong timeI Should Stay Quiet3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And reign equally over never saying the right thing at all
My tongue gets tied around the foot in my mouth
Often it's so much easier to choose to say nothing
You seem to mistake my stupid silence for wisdom
You don't see it's because I'm afraid of ruining everything
I opened my mouth and the lead-poison words came out
Innocent in appearance but secretly hurting you
Next time I'll just stay quiet
To a Beautiful BoyDear Beautiful Boy,To a Beautiful Boy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me this, please:
What possesses you to stay here?
For what reason do you choose me
To hold so close and so tight?
What could you see in this plain little soul
Trapped in a plain little body?
Sometimes I believe I am nothing
But you make it hard to think that
For you, darling Beautiful Boy,
Look at me as if I am something
More than something
As if I am wonderful
A girl who has never thought highly of herself
Does not know what to do
With a Beautiful Boy
Who may love her
Dear Beautiful Boy,
I will ask you quietly, under my breath,
To never go away again
Pick up the pieces.His laugh was the soundtrack to afternoonsPick up the pieces.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of growing up way too early and waking up
far too late. His smile could warm the soul
of even the most brokenhearted girl, and
on several occasions, I admired his boyish
He made it his mission to make friends with
the kid in the corner, playing altruist to
those who needed it most. His hair blended
in perfectly with the sun, and if you weren't
watching closely, he'd disappear right before
Few would ever see the pain he harbored, and
only the most seasoned ears know the sound
of his tears hitting the floorboards. He told me
he felt alone, but now he's just lost, and
somewhere along the way he burned the map
and set out on a path I don't care to follow.
His lips spew words of peace, but his breath
smells like nectarines and regret. He's falling
now, and for once in his life, he needs to feel
his pieces break.
rivern: love isME AND SHAWN HAD BEEN friends since the first day of high school. It wasn't because we had a lot in common, but because we were different from everyone else. Even with the conformist school uniform we managed to stand out. It was as though we were standing in the shadows, while everyone else was in harsh sunlight.rivern: love is3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The other kids thought we were weird, freaks. Every day we would endure kids poking fun at the way we looked. People would trip us in the corridors and kick us when we were down. Kids would shout "emo!" or "cutter!" down the corridors after us too. And it didn't get any better either as we grew up, when most of the other bullying had stopped. In fact, for me and Shawn, it probably got worse.
Not everyone hated us though. There were the odd few who talked to us every now and then. So by the time we got to Year 11 and were studying for our GCSEs, we had a small group of friends.
The worst lesson had to be E