If I were a teacher (Childrens' Poetry)If I were a teacherIf I were a teacher (Childrens' Poetry)3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And I had to teach my class,
I wouldn’t teach them algebra.
To that, I’d take a pass.
I wouldn’t teach them how to spell
Or to sing the ABCs.
I wouldn’t teach them reading
Or how to write a cursive “T”.
I’d teach them how Hoola Hoop
While standing on one leg.
I’d teach them to be sneaky
When hiding Easter eggs.
I’d teach them to roll down a hill
And how to walk when they get dizzy.
We’d learn all about soda pop
And what it is that makes it fizzy.
I’d teach them how to make grass whistles
And to play a didgeridoo.
We’d learn how to make funny phone calls
And what it takes to run a zoo.
We’d learn about what makes houses haunted
And we’d learn to paint a face.
I’d teach my students how to jockey
And how to win an ostrich race.
If I were a teacher,
There’d be no books to bring.
If I were a teacher,
We’d learn important things
Shame on MeI thoughtShame on Me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I could think my way
out of a brain defect.
That I could unlearn
the way my neurons fire
and the synapses wince
when someone raises their voice
that when he told me to trust
that it could be true.
That I could learn
the way that vocal chords moan
and groan, and growl.
When someone tells me to believe
to be myself
that might mean they meant it.
Losing [Tomoe x Reader]Losing [Tomoe x Reader]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I hated losing.
It was a matter of perspective really, but to me, losing was never an option, would never be an option. It certainly wasn't about to become one now. That way of thinking though is rather petty. But regardless --I knew it was myself-- nothing was to be changed, I wouldn't be 'the stubborn one' as the hypocritical fox would say.
I was stubborn, for all the mirrors the vain fox had --he was many things, the hypocritical, the vain (I was only stubborn)-- he was most definitely the kettle calling the pot black. I openly embraced my stubbornness.
I yelped, as the sensation of frigid water awoke me from my sleep. Raking my fingers through my now sopping wet hair, a familiar blueish hued leaf drifted in front of my eyes falling into my lap. I glowered down at it, flicking it away with my fingers, as I pried away the damp sheets with a grimace.
"--Uggh... My clothes are soaked. He could have--." My knowledge of how his magic exactly functioned
UnsaidNothing has been saidUnsaid2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing is ever said
Not a word
Not a whisper
There are so many things untold
What does another one unsaid thing hold?
while time stands still
Days feel like years
When there are empty spaces to fill.
The Clay King.Red paintThe Clay King.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a beige wall,
spices the air.
I run my fingers
the course grains
of crumbling stone,
in your presence.
A Fool's GlassesRose-colored glasses are for fools who want to live a lieA Fool's Glasses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People who are stubbornly determined that people, life or they get better
They are for those who will claim a glass is half-full
When it's actually 3/4 empty
It's for those who hold desperately to hope
Thinking it's their saving grace
And it's for those who can't let go of the past
And are determined to find happiness again
May they wear those glasses with care
Because life will take them off soon enough
By grabbing them by the shoulders and punching reality into their face
Slenderman's QueenSlenderman's QueenSlenderman's Queen3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Keep walking dear maiden, through the endless dark forest. Quickly now, find all the notes. One is on a tree, deformed and intimidating, but don't ever forget to look around for me. Hurry now, I'm getting closer. Keep running my dear, either way you'll never leave. Just stop moving, it'll all end faster. Now fair maiden, you are mine. My queen, with skin fair as snow. Your face is gone, replaced with a silver glow. Your clothing, composed of an elegant black dress, and now my White Queen, let us slaughter the rest.
Open HeartI love him the way I love himOpen Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From my heart
But it's something he's never understood
That though my actions maybe simple to him
They ring loudly pure and true
No gimmicks do I give him
No ultimatums, no games
Just my open heart
That sings only his name
The WorldAll of the words are stuck in my throatThe World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To tell the world of how I feel
Never knowing when to say them
Always afraid to hurt or turn away
When walls are finally starting to crack
One word can send the world running back
And I am left missing the dim light that had started to shine
In my heart words and actions are at a standstill
Because I don't want the world to regret
That I was given a chance to live again
And the world was that life giver
But the world is not ready yet
To understand or take what I have to say
What I have to give
Or maybe the world is not willing
If that's the case I may have to forgive them and move on
But until I know I will struggle, work and persevere until I have nothing left
Until not just I but this person realizes that they are my world
So SilentIt was so silent on the hill,So Silent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She could hear her steps,
A look at the watch;
Time's not passing,
Not going away,
Like a friend who waits, insists;
That she must do something at last.
Paneling tips for mangaPaneling tips for manga11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Paneling is a part of Graphic design. O_- It's an art in itself, think of how you would do a collage and put together a puzzle, that's how paneling works.
You must understand the basic 2D design element:
movement, center of interest, value contrast, volume, size, perspective.... so on and on....
As for paneling.... there is no set way to do it, whether drawing the picture first, or draw the panel's first, or draw the panels and the pictures back and forth.... it's all upto the artist, as long as the result is satisfying to the artist. Just experiement and find the best way that suits you.
1. Panels must support your content: That's the most important thing.... if one line is going over an important character's head shot, omit that line and let the character stand out~ If one frame is more important than the other, you wish to make it a focus on the page, make that frame larger than the others, sometimes it can even overlap other panels alittle. However, being overly complicated
Foolish...You can't undoFoolish...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the damage done-
You can't relive
those lonely years-
You can't resuscitate
someone who has
long ago since drowned...
And you cannot mend
a broken heart
with the use
of a simple
Take My Love [Neko!Levi x Reader]Take My Love [Neko!Levi x Reader]1 year ago in Humor More Like This
“Levi, what the actual hell is this?”
A moment to yourself; that was all you wanted. Your parents pressured you day in and day out about your stupid, upcoming semester. Your friends bombarded you with parties and dinners that finally repelled you. Even your best friend started to irritate you with her constant texts and calls. Turning off every device you owned, you broke out of your cage of an apartment just to run by the grocery store to buy some well deserved Chinese food and ice cream.
And what were you greeted with? The cheery atop this sundae of madness you had been doubled dipped in headfirst? Your damn cat, Levi, left your new couch in ruins. It just arrived yesterday, one that had been put on back order multiple times. The left arm rest was covered in scratch marks, and little white pieces of stuffing scattered about the wooden leg.
Of course, the little bastard was no where to be seen. This moment just defined your entire week right there.
Half slamming your groce
Hubbard's Secret CupboardEvil Mother HubbardHubbard's Secret Cupboard7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Hides bodies in her cupboard
And lets them rot to the bone
Cops look everywhere
When they think she's not there
And the body count becomes plus one
ShotgunsPolly's bump was barely visible, but it was there. It would not be long before she needed to wear a maternity uniform.Shotguns7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had been switched to lighter, which was why she was reporting for duty at the Hanover Institute's armoury.
The walls of the armoury were lined with racks, full of Hanover's full range of weapons- stun guns, tasers, batons, tear gas grenades, as well as regular firearms.
Quartermaster Nurse Sandra Wheelwright was going through the stock with a checklist.
"Hi, Sandra," said Polly.
"Hi, Polly! Riva told me you would be working with me for now." said Sandra.
"Until I'm ready to go on leave. It'll be a nice change working down here with you and not doing night shifts," replied Polly.
"I bumped into Mike the other day. He seems pretty excited about becoming a dad," commented Sandra.
"He is. I am so glad he is sticking around for me," said the younger nurse.
"Are the two of you living together now?" asked Sandra.
"Yeah, we're living in sin," replied Polly with a slight sm
Happy Life (FNAF 2 Story) - Chapter 1It was a cold winter day, the wind blowing quickly & snow on the ground. I was getting ready for my first day at the new Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I was working as a janitor at night & waitress duringHappy Life (FNAF 2 Story) - Chapter 18 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the day. I put my purple coat on & head out the door. After a few minutes walking in the cold snow, i finally reach the pizzeria. I go inside & get warmed up rather quickly & smile at all of the happy
smiles on the childrens faces. "Hello y/n, welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria!" The owner said to me, smiling brightly. "Hi Mr.Fazbear." I reply quietly. He shows me around & gives me a list of
things to do. "I hope you have a good time here y/n. Be sure to do everything on the list. The night guard will be here soon." Mr.Fazbear said. "Yes sir." I say, faking a smile. He smiles & leaves. I lean
against the wall & sigh sadly. I mostly had gotten this job to stay away from home. My mother doesn't really bother to see me & my father doesn't really care about me. I always get bullied & tease