Sweet Child o Mine lyricsShe's got a smile that it seems to meSweet Child o Mine lyrics6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Reminds me of childhood memories
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine
cheiacheia6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In urma-mi usa se tranteste.
Las vantul rece-n urma mea
Te las pe tine, gand frumos
Te las sa mori dupa perdea.
Si camera-i goala din nou
Nu mai trec raze prin ferestre
Nu-i semn de viata-n acel hau
Te las pe tine printre resturi.
Si e frig rau, e bezna-acolo
Ai vrea sa iesi, dar nu ai cheia
Ma chemi incet, plangand,
Ma strigi, dar nu te mai aud.
Sleit, pe jos, langa perete zaci
Si parca dormi, dar stiu ca suferi
Nu poti sa te tarasti, sa te ridici
Incet, dar sigur, in vise te prelingi.
Si vine-n somn o zana ca o stea
Te mangaie incet, o vezi in fata ta
N-o simti, nu ai puterea s-o-atingi
O vezi si nu o poti uita. Si plangi.
Va vedeti doar in vis, o chemi din ce in ce mai des
Cum si pe mine m-ai chemat cand n-ai avut de-ales.
Au trecut zile-ntregi de cand nu te-ai mai miscat
Esti mort, oare esti viu ? Mai poti sa mai traiesti ?
Te-ntreb in gand. Niciun raspuns. Nu te mai simt.
Ma-ntorc cu cheia, vreau sa te vad. Sa te ating,
Sa vad daca esti cald. Te vad zacand pe jos, pe
Nightmares 2006i call out your nameNightmares 20067 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
in the middle of night
when i wake up from that dream
in the morning light,
my bodys shaking,
my mind a mess,
i'm scared and im alone,
sick of the dark and being cold,
so next time i wake from a nightmare,
please promise me you'll be there..
The New Beginning 1-3I closed my eyes to picture a new beginningThe New Beginning 1-34 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A start to where the end began to fade into the distance
Where I saw the sun descend below the ocean water
And distill the clouds that had filled the sky above
If and when there lies a pill to swallow
We'll dissolve into the sun and take
Those numbing waves of our body and burn into ashes
To become part of the sacrifice
I worship through the haze
As my soul no longer serenades the wind
We grow deeper far apart
My belonging to this earth is only as long
As my love inside can take you from my heart
There's a silence none can break
A separation of unity,
In my spirit lies a broken bridge
A voice no longer spoken in prayer
A whisper never heard from the bottom of the stairs
Where the sun illuminates my room...
... ... ...
We fear the outer walls
We've sheltered in.
The concrete structure
A man made prison
We've grown use to pain
From all innocent apprehension
There is no light,
Five Truths- AnnaFive Truths about ChildrenFive Truths- Anna6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
As a mother of ten, I have learned a few things the easy way. You know, those things you learn when someone tells you something, and you take their word for it. But most of the things I learned have been the hard way: by doing something stupid or making an incorrect assumption or having to open mouth and insert foot. Here are five examples of things I've learned the hard way as a mother of ten children.
1.) Small children's mouths are not connected to their brains. Think about it. They eat bugs. They eat play-dough. They eat mud. This demonstrates a severe lack of communication between the mouth and the brain. I made a total of nineteen calls to Poison Control during the period between my first child's birth and my youngest child's tenth birthday. But even scarier sometimes are the things that come out of their little mouths. All those moms out there: have you ever said something in front of a three-year-old only to have it repeated under the worst possi
Marele nimic din mineAtunci cand "nimic" e prea putin spusMarele nimic din mine6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Poate ca nebunia nu e ceea ce spun ei. Poate ca e... o stare de iluminare, careia mintea nu-i poate face fata...
Ne folosim aproximativ zece la suta din creier. Doar foarte putine dintre ideile noastre din subconstient ating nivelul contientului. Daca nebunia nu e o boala, ci atingerea unui prea mare nivel de constienta, in care mintea nu stie sa se descurce si clacheaza? Daca, pur si simplu, oamenii nebuni sunt singurii care ating un nivel mai inalt de folosire a prorpiului creier, de trecere a ideilor si gadurilor la nivel constient? Daca de la asta a inceput?
La inceput, avea incredere in ea. Mergea dreapta, sigura de sine, demna, si ochii ii sclipeau intr-un mod absolut fermecator. Era foarte frumoasa... Azi... merge mai stramba de spate, parca spasita, si ochii ii lucesc a umilinta... Mie tot frumoasa imi pare... Dar parca parul, desi la fel de nearanjat, nu-i mai sta la fel... zambetul ii e mai fortat, bocancii
ArmageddonArmageddon10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
You have 5 minutes before the world ends
Your money won't buy you time
Say your goodbyes, get ready to climb
Fire pours forth over the ocean already
Hold your breath
Hold my hand
I can't watch
Hold me steady
Volcanoes exploding around us!
I didn't know that the world would end thus
Clouds belch forth ashes and brimstone
I'm not ready
Take me back home
How did you choose this moment
To wait until to make your last atonement
It's too late, the time's past for apology
I can't forgive it
Kiss me now
I may not see you
On the other side
The sky crashed down between you and me
the one schism left between you and me
we waited for too long
the one moment that I should have been the most exuberated
was the one moment I dreaded the most what would come next
the last moment of the world
spent with regrets
don't let it happe
CITATE"Cum iti dai seama ca un om minte?isi misca buzele.";"Inaltand ochii morti spre stele...";"Misticul este un om care iti vorbeste de misterul tau pe cand tu taci.";"O alta viata se naste pe ruinele mortii...";"Moartea nu are un sens decat la oamenii care au iubit pasionat viata";"Cine a invins frica de moarte a invins si viata";"Numai uitand tot ne putem aminti cu adevarat";"Lumea s-a nascut dintr-un cascat de diavol";"Amantul il priveste pe sot cu o mila amicala,ca pe imaginea propriului viitor";"Daca nu poti,scrie!Daca poti,nu scrie!";"o lovitura de trasnet nimici totul si ma arunca dintr-o data pe un alt fagas de viata";"Nepasatoare buzelele mi-au spus vestea mortii,iar eu cu nepasare le-am ascultat...";"Cel ce nu s-a gandit niciodata la propria anulare,cel care nu a presimtit recusrdul la funie,la glonte,a otrava sau la apele marii,nu-i decat un josnic ocnas sau un vierme ce se taraste pe lesul cosmic";"Nedreptatea oamenilor o imita pe cea a lui Dumnezeu";'Omul cu vocatie metafizicaCITATE7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
IronieDin voi doi a mai ramasIronie6 years ago in Open More Like This
doar ce ramane
Cand focul tot a incetat,
Cand soarele apune ;
Fara sa stii de ce,
si fara sa mai poti,
De negura care s-a strans,
Durerea s-o mai porti.
Te stingi si tu incet,
Ca soarele in toamna,
Ca focul intr-o viata,
Ca viata intr-o taina.
Plutind tot mai departe,
renunti sa mai incerci;
Vezi ca esti mut, iar e surda
si dezolat decizi ca pleci.
Dar indoiala te rapune
si vrei sa mai incerci ;
Sa-ncepi din nou cu toate,
In fapte sa te-ntreci,
Sa-i demonstrezi iubire,
Si-n certuri s-o implici
Crezand ca poate,
Din a ta inima vei stoarce miere,
Din al ei suflet - rauri de lapte.
Dar totul e-n zadar, si in zadar sunt toate ;
Tu inca o iubesti - Ea
nu mai poate.
Yellow Love StoryYellow Love StoryYellow Love Story7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was boring.
Why not stay in bed this morning? Her blond hair on the yellow pillow. The ceiling had a pale white color. Maybe she might change it?
The same dream each night. Why dreaming? Nothing is becoming true... She closed her eyes.
She's a nurse in the biggest hospital of Frisco. She remembers this man she nursed once. Blond-haired, a sensual voice, gentle. She often thought of him. She would like so deeply to fall in love.
Maybe she could escape from this material life. From the tram each morning, from the clock, from the shopping... A white rabbit is running in her room, he's dressed, he seems to be late, he entered into the mirror of her dressing-table.
It seemed strange to her because he went through it, like if he went on the other side of the mirror. She stood up. Went near the dressing-table. She saw on it all what she left last night before going to bed, even the sandwich (with jam) which she had not eaten.
She looked inside the mirror. The refl
Dragon SlayerThis book is a story of stories.Dragon Slayer6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
It is fitting to begin with one of which there are so many variations.
Somewhere where there was a wood, far away and long enough ago not to matter to people who thought that way of getting rid of problems best, a little child found a bird on a woodland floor. The child was a boy; it could have been a girl, too, for it was just a common child.
But the bird was a majestic thing, which storytellers would later call the Simurgh Phoenix. It was crowned with glory, with wings like the sun, and all birds were made in its image.
It was a powerful bird, like an eagle, falcon or a hawk, that saw all things.
It was like a sparrow, very full of joy, that chirruped so that anyone with kindness would kneel to nest it in his hand.
It was like a magpie, that looked sharply at everyone, with a mind quicker than anything.
QuotesIt takes happiness to love life, but sorrow to understand why.Quotes10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Boredom is your mind's way of saying that you aren't doing all that you can do with your life.
Love lasts forever, but only if you know how to express it.
Manipulation is a skill to get everything you can out of life.
Freedom is not acheived by removing the shackles of your hands, but removing the shackles of your mind.
The distance one perceives is judged by the value it is to get there.
The mind's eye can only help you so much with love; the rest is blind.
Fight for what you believe in only if the reqard is greater than the pain endured.
Knowledge is not what you perceive from your surroundings, but what you perceive from within.
Time has lasted 4.6 billion years. Nothing can stop it so its best if you do all you can with your life with the time you have now.
Love is the same as chaos: it destroys, it creates, and you have no clue how to stop it.
You can know every fact ever said in any dictionary o
QuotesQuotes:Quotes10 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
~You're twisted, depraved, and rotten to the core... I like that in a person.
~Reality is a nice place, but I wouldn't want to live there.
~Sarcasm keeps you from telling people what you really think of them.
~I truly believe that my mask of sanity is about to slip.
~People always say I have a heart of steel, But they are all wrong because the truth of the matter is I don't have a heart at all.
~It is hard to stumble when you're on your knees.
~It is easy to be flexible when one is spineless.
~What's more important? The notes or the pauses between them-anonymous
~If music be the food of love then play on and give me excess of it- William Shakespeare
~Life is like a sewer you get out of it what you put into it – Tom Leher
~If practice makes perfect and nobody's perfect, why practice?
~If all the world's a stage, where is the audience sitting?
~Believe in yourself and you'll go far
~I'M NOT WIERD! I'M GIFTED!!!!!
~Do you want an introduction to my fist because I'd be glad to give
Death's LullabyDeath's Lullaby10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She paints a perfect picture,
She tells a flawless lie,
She sings a song of beauty,
A haunting lullaby.
Her lullaby will sooth you,
Her song will give you wings,
Her mournful voice will trap you,
Every time she sings.
Her song is one of sorrow,
A portrait of her life,
And those who hear are captured,
Haunted by her strife.
Her song will leave you crying,
She'll wipe away your tears,
But compassion is a falsehood,
Created over years.
Her song will penetrate you,
A knife straight through your heart,
The tune will plague your footsteps,
A seductive work of art.
Her song is one of anguish,
An image of your fate,
But you won't know her purpose,
Until it's far too late.
Her acid tears will burn you,
Her knives will slash your skin,
Her crimson blood will stain you,
Forgive you of your sin.
Her melody will slay you,
Her hymn will let you fly,
Her song is flawless sorrow,
Death's haunting lullaby.
Dear pear,...Dear pear,...6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Im writing to you out of nostalgia and my usual adult mood. But Im also writing to you because Ive never felt so hurt as to come so close back to you before.
The closer I am to you, the more I envy you for not knowing a thing about hair conditioners, painful sex, breast rashes and menstruation.
But the closer I am to you, the more I love you. I know Ill lose you soon. No, dont ask me what I will lose then I want you to keep. Always.
The heap of gravel stone beside the hedge of the Ayuntamiento has left a hundred furrows on your heels. Theyll never disappear, my lovely pear, because when you said you want to paint them, they fell in love with you.
When you pass by the music shop with the big tree in front, never forget to wink to the dungaree sunflower-seed-seller who always complimented your mother and gave you an additional packet of no, not of seeds of sunflowers.
My sweet pear, please don
dragoste.dor.ninsoare.rece.M-am trezit dis de dimineata si ca niciodata, m-am trezit speriat. Nu mai simteam mirosul cafelei, nici mirosul painii prajite cu care ma obisnuise ea in fiecare zi. De aceea eram nelinistit. M-am ridicat si am iesit din dormitor, iar privirea mea s-a indreptat catre o coala alba, singurul lucru ce se gasea pe masa in momentul ala. M-am apropiat de ea si am despaturit-o, era scrisul ei, l-as fi putut recunoaste dintr-o mie. Si inca se simtea in aer parfumul ei cu note lemnoase...dragoste.dor.ninsoare.rece.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dragul meu, m-am decis sa te las. Nu in sensul ca te parasesc, si drumurile noastre se despart aici. Te las o vreme singur, cu gandurile tale, caci eu mare nevoie am sa fiu singura o vreme. Pff, pe cine mint? Mi-ar placea de fapt sa-ti zic adevarul, ca vreau sa vii sa ma cauti si sa-mi spui sa nu-mi mai fac griji, ca totul e doar in mintea mea. Stii ce am realizat? Ca sunt o lipitoare. Am nevoie in permanenta sa-mi spui ca ma iubesti, si stii de ce? Pentru ca mi-e frica sa te pierd. Mi-e frica sa se termine t
FATES AND EVIL SPELLSFATES AND EVIL SPELLS3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fates and evil spells
Magic invocation and subtleties
The cauldron of the witch
Shelters dark secrets
That we cannot reveal in the happiness
Fates and evil spells
Love potion and sacrifices
The dark heart of the witch
Detains so much resentment
Which always will frighten us
Fates and evil spells
Sweet and predatory beverage
The pond of the witch
Hides the body of her lovers
That we shall not find in thousand years.
Vector Defined... PLEASE READVector Defined... PLEASE READ7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"Vector art consists of creating paths and points in a program such as Illustrator, Freehand, Corel Draw, [Inkscape] and Flash. These programs keep track of the relationships between these points and paths. Every time the image is scaled, the paths are regenerated: this creates images that are infinitely scalable without degradation." This has been extracted from the description of the vector gallery on deviantArt.
Art that contains both vector and raster art shoud not be submitted to the vector gallery as it is not entirely a vector. Art of this nature should be submitted to the Digital Art > Vexel gallery.
Raster art comes into play when using any brushes, filters, blending options (drop shadows, filters, glows, etc). Basically, any major post work you do in Photoshop other than creating paths using the pen tool and unsimplified shapes makes your vector a raster. Adding frames, watermarks, making color corrections and any other small postwork in Photoshop does not make your ve
Schizophrenia"Doctor, doctor I can explain!!" Bella shrieked as her voice rose immensely in panic. "There's nothing me or the other doctors can do for you, I apologize." The doctor said in a sour tone as she walked away not looking back. Bella sits all alone in her personal hell with nothing to do strap up in a straight jacket rocking side to side. "Do you want to know a secret? I'm not insane!" as she laughs hysterically and Katrina screams out for help. "Maybe if I tell you, maybe then you'll let me out of my sanitarium?" Katrina wails, as everyone ignores her voices. "I feel so claustrophobic in this thing; trying to shed skin like a snake it's so annoying! Bella bellows out, look into my filmy blue eyes and my scraggly brown hair gets in the way and I'm going to tell you my story."Schizophrenia3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It was around two years ago when I was thirteen." A quiet soul never bothered to be noticed. I avoided a lot of contact with people. I am what you call a loaner. I helped those who needed it, b
La douleurJe voudrais te direLa douleur5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Des mots qui n'existent pas,
Je voudrais te donner
Un sourire perdu,
Qui va mourir aujourd'hui
Parce que ton amour
Disparaît sans avertissement.
Je voudrais supprimer les doutes de demain
Mais jamais le cur n'oubliera
Les jours solitaires
Et la peine causée par ton absence.
Mon univers est condamné
À rester vide encore une fois,
Je m'attendais à la solitude
Une vierge de pierre sculptée
Qui a été mutilée
Par un sculpteur débutant ...
jurnalul unui om ... beatVomit intruna. O suvita de sange mi se prelinge peste buze oprindu-se si inchegandu-se printre fiele de par din barba. O imagine tulbure mi se formeaza in fata... sunt eu... Me oglindesc in apa closetului printre bucati de cabanos, cascaval shi ceva rosu ... keciup, vin sau sange... una sau toate trei ... Doua bile de plumb ce mi se sprijina pe pleoapele tumefiate vor sa evadeze din inchisoarea carnala pentru a ajunge in supa primordiala ce se afla in fata mea.jurnalul unui om ... beat6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
ZaPP!!! a venit... Cine? ...eheee... JUNGHIUL!!! Of scumpul meu junghi. Cat de lin mi se misca pe coloane, imi coafeaza parul de pe cefa dupa care dispare pentru o secunda. Se inalta, prinde viteza, isi imbunatateste velocitatea pentru a-mi lovii tamplele. Imi traverseaza craniul fulgerator, napraznic lasand in urma lui arsuri, intepaturi si dureri de nedescris. Din cealalta nara incepe sa imi curga un al doilea suvoi de sange. De data asta nu mai are in ce par sa se opreasca, noroc ca am gura intradeschisa si jumate imi ajunge