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EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT SUSPENDED, DISABLED, AND CLOSED YOUTUBE ACCOUNTS!
LEARN HOW TO GET YOUR UNSUSPENDED YOUTUBE ACCOUNT BACK, & LEARN HOW TO REMOVE VIDEO COPYRIGHT STRIKES FROM YOUR YOUTUBE ACCOUNT.
FIRST, YOU HAVE TO FIGURE OUT WHETHER OR NOT YOUR YOUTUBE ACCOUNT IS IN GOOD STANDING, OR HAS ANY COPYRIGHT STRIKES AGAINST YOUR UPLOADED VIDEOS AND ACCOUNT. TO DO SO:
1.) On the top right, point your arrow to your "YouTube Name" (next to the "Sign Out" link) > Then, click "Account." [You basically, go to "Account Settings"].
2.) Then, from the bolded options found on the left (in account settings), click "Manage Account."
3.) Lastly, under the "Manage Account" options section, click the arrow-shaped bullet, second from the top, which says: "Account
- In My Eyes -- In My Eyes -10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to listen
To the things you said
But I couldn't stop the voices
Inside my head
I thought it would end
If I could forget
I tried to pretend
And that I regret
Because it's eating me alive
It never ever goes away
It's strangling me inside
And suffocates me more each day
It's driving me insane
I can't take this anymore
I hate myself, I'm a useless bitch,
A filthy fucking whore
I can't see anything but red
I hate this place inside my head
I'm fucking crazy just like they said
I'd kill myself, but I'm already dead
'Cause I ignored it for too long
And I believed in my own lies
Now it's too late, my soul is gone
You can see it in my eyes
Falcolfs Guide to Writing PIIFalcolfs Guide to Writing PII7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Falcolf's Guide to Writing
By Rosanna P. Brost
If there is one thing that can make or break your book, it is plaigerism. It's a fact of life that no story is completely original, but copying another author word for word, the most extreme form of plaigerism is illegal and can put you in jail. Of course, most people would never do such a thing, because obviously it's the very height of stupidity to do so. However, some writers still get away with one form of plaigerism, simply because they have different characters and a different setting than the one used by the original author - but they've stolen key aspects of that person's plot. It is generally fine to take a basic idea from another author, but if you plan on publishing, you should only take that one idea and not any others, molding your plot into something entirely different from theirs. This probably sounds confusing, so I'll use an example of an author that myself as well as my editor Aleria loath
Welcome to Internet UniversityAs sunlight begins creeping over the dorms of Internet University, massive waves of students begin their daily routines, with IMing and long cafeteria load times abound. We join a scene in the bedroom of notable info-maniac personality Twitter as his roommate Facebook attempts to get him out of bedWelcome to Internet University6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Facebook: "Twitter! Come on get up!"
Twitter: "I'm getting up! Stop poking me!"
Facebook: "Well hurry up! I could write four notes by the time you get ready"
Twitter: "Okay, I'm up. Now I'm putting on my sock"
Facebook: "I don't need the play by play, Tweet"
Twitter: "Dang, I can't find a good shirt. I'm now searching my closet. Im still looking"
Facebook: "Seriously, man. So unnecessary"
Twitter: "Kinda like that layout change I caught you formatting last week."
Facebook: "Shut it! Myspace is comin' in"
Myspace: "H3y GuYs! I 4m t3h c00lz!"
Twitter: "I am confused. I am hoping FB understands what Myspace said"
Facebook: "Myspace, bro, I asked you not to do that"
Dreams, Screams and HeartbeatsDreams, Screams and Heartbeats10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A story of two lovers,
Who sought to find each other.
Through sorrow and pain, fear and misery,
The story continues for us incessantly.
Brought so much meaning into my life,
So easily enticed,
Your personality and innocence persuaded my mind,
While your love made worthwhile of my time.
Though you were a part of me, I was not a part of you yet.
I brought it upon myself that eventually my turn would come,
A time when I would be loved.
So I tried my best; and with hope, put my time and effort just for you to notice me.
Little did I know that you would--but you did.
My time had come and what a time of pride it was,
To be loved by the one that I loved,
I could only wish for nothing else.
I felt you reside deep inside me,
A part of myself that I didn't even discover,
Your words made it so clear,
My life seemed rid of all the clutter.
Sadly I am awoken of this dream,
A deal that I had agreed to,
To give you my heart for your love,
You inscribed your name on it, but pressed too hard,
Well. If. For Instance. Well.Well. If. For Instance.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In sentences that rhymed,
At the end,
With life in our pockets,
And blood on our seams,
I beg to differ your highness,
But life with all nothing,
But roses and dresses,
Than life would be nothing,
World of a puppeteer,
Dressed in silk in rain,
Of violet crimson,
And violence sitting,
Rhymes of our words,
And life with no magic,
Means life with no soul,
With no childhood of wonder,
Blossoms on cherries,
With apples on markets,
And cats on blueberries,
On puckered market stands,
Life managed to escape,
From our clutches,
Of nets and of sewers,
Like sunshine escapes from,
Rain lit mo
SurrenderedThere is a lust. A passion, that devours me and eats me up from the inside. A rush, a wave of emotions and they roll over me as though I am a child, tumbling from my tower of hopelessness. An obscure sense of neediness takes over and pulls at my heartstrings, the darkness of this everlasting chain tugs at whatever pride I have left. I have lost myself in the world beyond my shackles and it is a shame that I enjoy it. Suddenly, as I thrive for release, the world catches fire and my feet stand ablaze amidst this juvenile longing. It spreads, from my waist to my fingertips and the outer limits of my toes and I am lightheaded, tipsy like the bottom of the bottle of wine beside my head. The pillows are my only salvation as I cry out, devouring all the innocence I one possessed and now no longer. It is only the faint beating of my shrieking heart that prevents me from sleeping in silence.Surrendered5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
ZaidZaid10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Choke air escaping into lungs,
Mouths that dare to pry open, leave them hung.
Lend me your nights into one thousand and one Arabian minutes,
Take leave of reality that you indulge in and inhale,
Lend me gaping minds aspread, lubricated and hungry,
Take leave of your dreaming slumber into my tale,
Lend me moments of awakening into curtained lives,
Take leave of moulding, wretched pleasures and senses stale.
Into the life of Zaid now dying lays he,
Into glands and tears of crying me,
The story of decay over many years,
Let the words ring in, take part your ears.
Enter the liar's lair, abandon hope,
All ye who enter here, with your heads high,
Enter captive now, and map nay your way,
All ye who enter here, never will you die.
Leaving sheathed thin skin unbled,
The sword pierces into Zaid's veins,
Lay euphorically, in a half-trance of death,
One that feels no desire nor regret nor pain,
Screaming his own name,
'Zaid is dead,
Zaid is dead.'
And on the carcass's be
The Waltzing Heartbeat God said, No.The Waltzing Heartbeat8 years ago in Other More Like This
I looked at him and I looked away.
The road that leads out my front door, out of my cul-de-sac, out of my neighborhood, out of my city, runs off the edge of the world.
Michael synthesizes a beat in threes. The waltzing heartbeat of the earth.
At the end of the world, when the ocean comes to take me back, Im lying there trying to apologize. Im crying like I havent been able to in years. The tears scrape the inside clean before rushing out to join the waves.
White lines like the crests of waves shatter the levy and Im brought out to sea not for the last time. Its not the end of the world yet, but were working on it.
to yell to dance to grow...one day I will tell my son to look for loveto yell to dance to grow...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a drowning man, to fill his lungs with it. I will
raise him with gentle hands and teach him to touch
a woman or a man with his fingertips. I will
tell my son to cry when he feels like crying and laugh
when he feels like laughing and sing out loud
when he feels the voice of God in his chest.
I will teach him to be unashamed
of his body or his thoughts, to spend days naked
with himself and his dreams, the proper way to throw
a punch and when to walk away. I will tell him
to get dirty, that every human being will spend
at least one night on their knees, value of
humility and of sore muscles. I will teach him to love,
above all other things to love,
to love and love and love until his body aches
with the quivering tension of
holding it all in and I will tell him that second to this,
the strongest thing he will ever do is look into the breaking point
and let go.
when you've seen everythingwhen you've seen everything12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every essense of mother nature
either cries, falls or becomes cold
until i'm walking on paved cliche
every emotion passes by my eyes
as if i were dying but could only
think in emotion, like a baby does
every peaceful quiet, lingering
on the edge of a single sanity
turns into a catastrophic roar
every moment that i feel every
soul spasm gone simultaniously
flashes out like a movie, the end
heartbeats like thunder.If you understand lonelinessheartbeats like thunder.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you remember the night you could have crawled
into his chest, made a bed for yourself like an animal
beside his heart. You remember the heat of the word inside,
and the sudden unfairness that he could be inside of you
when you were the one who needed to be that close,
when you were the one who needed that relief.
If you understand hunger
you remember the way you touched his body carefully, this home
you built for yourself with unsteady hands, counted
the spaces between his ribs, pressed your cheek
against them, listened for his breathing like a storm
outside your window. You remember the fierce violence
of your want, the impossibility.
If you understand need
you remember the night you thought you'd die
midnight, minus threewinter comes to beijing like an old coat,midnight, minus three5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or perhaps a threadbare tide;
not a hurried cold--no, not yet so old
as an angry man--but careful, slow,
and weaving herself from wind after wind,
snow after snow--
like a shroud for a warm corpse
laying itself out on the street
at last to rest,
then, tugging like a baby at her own sleeve
she sees to them, the hot potato women,
the quiet men crying corn,
to the dusty coats and supplications,
and the sparrows blown like buttons
in a storm.
The Rag DollShe built her home in tear dropsThe Rag Doll12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And gave her heart to the sky.
She tied up leaves
Around her sleeves
And pretended she could fly.
One morning in mid Winter
On a day that felt more like Spring,
She opened her ears
To the sound of tears
And imagined she could sing.
Overhead the birds would sweep
In sunshine or in rain.
Part of a crowd
They were happy and proud
And ignorant of her pain.
With a final farewell to teardrops
She climbed the tallest tower...
In her silent voice
She made her choice
Knowing freedom was in her power.
With her gaze up to the heavens
She felt then only peace,
As she took one step more
That trailed across the floor
She finally sought release.
The world lit up in sun beams
As she soared high on makeshift wings,
And the birds gathered round
Because they had found
They could hear music when she sings.
Let's Play a Game“Let’s play a game,” Death said to me.Let's Play a Game2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get a second life for free.
The rules are simple, so listen to me.
You must first be born a he or she
With traits categorized, one to three;
The rest will come later, you will see.
You will begin off with guidance and support partially.
Loneliness will come upon you when you are not healthy mentally,
But you will be the key to unlock an antidote to your own disease…possibly.
The trick to the game, though, is to live fully and responsibly without a visit from me.
Live 100 years the way you want, and I’ll gladly give another life to thee.”
“Let’s play a game,” Life said to me
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get to live for eternity.
The game is tricky, so listen carefully.
You will be born a he or she
And from the very beginning given a number, one to three.
The numbers represent a path you are willing to go without attempting t
midnight.it is midnight and the clocks are chiming in the almost-silence. the sky feels like rain and somewhere, some girl is dancing and laughing and smiling, but she's certainly not me.midnight.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
our hearts are cold. they've been sleeping, curled into themselves for too long without a blanket or a pillow or a smile to fall back on. it's midnight and the sky feels like rain and there's going to be a storm later,
but it won't match the storms inside, that's for sure.
we are biting our nails, smiling and pretending nothing is wrong and saying, yes, darling, i'll get rid of this horrible habit in the morning. it'll all be better tomorrow,
except it's midnight and our hearts have gotten rotten and we're lying and it's never going to get better.
we are alone and we are balloons let go before they were ready, we are flying at the mercy of the winds. we are alone, we are alone and all we want is someone to go back to, someone who will keep us until we can fly on our own, someone who will love us and kiss us on
JaceBeautifulJace7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
She did not need to turn around to know that he was approaching her from behind, watching her and not the rain. Neither did she need to answer.
Listen to the drops, he said, coming to a stop behind her, not touching her with anything but his breath. But the rain clouds are passing. It wont last for long.
He was such a simple man, she smiled to herself, listening to the constant tapping of water against the cold glass of the window. So very, very complicated, and yet so unimaginable simple. She never understood him. But she knew how he worked.
Where do you want to go? he asked, and she felt the heat from his body, passing through untouchable air to softly land against her back. And she knew that it was not real, but she could not care less. What do you want to do?
Why do you ask me? she wondered, turning around
to map sunrises...one day I will tell my daughter to touch herselfto map sunrises...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before she ever lets a man do it for her, to learn
her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure. I will
tell her that San Francisco always keeps your heart.
that her skin is a blank canvas, that hair grows,
the value of the right kind of disrespect. that the older
we get, the more we need the people who knew us
when we were young. I will tell my daughter
to give away the secrets that keep her up at night,
and that there is never a wrong time to love someone,
but sometimes a wrong way. I will teach my daughter
to travel without makeup; that sometimes forever means
morning and sometimes the ends of the earth means
Africa or one city over. that it's okay to be afraid of
I will tell my daughter that life is teetering across
the bridge, that the panic building in her chest is okay;
that good love is waiting on the other side; that better
love is holding her hand; and that the best love is her own
voice in the back of her mind, saying "
Save The Whales"You know what?"Save The Whales6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"We should never fall in love."
"Well, it's simple, really."
"Explain it to me, then."
"We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams."
"I still don't quite understand."
"I am a dreamer, and you are a dream."
"Thanks, I guess."
"No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm the whale. I can't do anything except wait for you to finally save me."
"I'll save you. I don't mind."
"I'll never thank you. I'm a whale; I can't talk."
"I don't care. I'll save you anyway. And you're wrong, you know."
"I'm not quite what you make me out to be. I laugh so I won't cry, yet that doesn't save me when I'm alone. I try to save the
heart song.this is the songheart song.7 years ago in Other More Like This
to your heart.
why are you locked inside
a bathroom stall? no one
to hold you, tell you sweet
lies and say you are
beautiful, say you are
perfect? it's not the end of
the world, not yet. if it was,
wouldn't there be
your heart is not yet
dead; please do not
say it is. if it was dead,
it wouldn't hurt this
your heart is only sleeping.
when the only melody in your head
is a break up song, and the only thing
your heart seems capable of doing
is twisting itself into knots, and the only
thing you want to do is hide and escape
we are talking about finding
eternity in the things people
throw away. we are talking about
listening to the moments of silence
in between heart beats. we are talking
about distances shortening and
people realizing they can
we are talking about
one of the greatest tragedies
in life is that
Why the world needs toleranceWhy the world needs tolerance...Why the world needs tolerance7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Life is not a dream so lets face it the human race is certainly not as peaceful as it should be. Intolerance due to humiliation and frustration will be the end of the world. No soul in the world truly likes to be tortured, to be tormented, to face a loss, to be disappointed, to be mutilated or to be depressed. Simple problems with simple solutions become staggeringly destructive, like a storm in a teacup all due to a lack of tolerance.
Since the very dawn of civilization, dominant communities and tribes have wrestled with each other for ages because of non-cooperation and misunderstanding. These disputes have destroyed peace the solution for humanity since the very beginning and from the core, and in doing so, have uprooted the society. Is this what we are, a bunch of barbaric, bloodthirsty scoundrels who can take a minute to rest? I for one certainly dont think so.
Every minute of every hour, every
I dare not count my time...I dare not count my time with thee in days:I dare not count my time...10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Time is not forgetful nor forgiving.
Days stretch too long; I cannot count the ways,
My attempts, to redeem all those waiting.
And what with that fundamental measure,
That intricate ticking of the old clock,
Might move to settle this mere disclosure?
Time doth holdeth seconds too much in stock.
Yet creativity is not required
To find the solution to this query;
Though the only answer this mind has sired
Would be to simply count by memory.
For the mind, as Time doth, never forgets
And I, the slave to what mem'ries beget.