A Tribute to Dr. SeussWhile sitting in the kitchenA Tribute to Dr. Seuss7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Staring blankly at the sink
I began to wonder in my mind
A most peculiar think
A think about the wondrous man
Who lived not long ago
And all his famous childrens books
That taught us what we know
His books could take you anywhere
For example, the Jungle of Nool
Places like Whoville and Mount Krumpit
And even McElligots Pool
The creatures in his storybooks
We all know very well
They come in every kind of sort
Each with a story to tell
The Sneetches with their silly stars
Horton the elephant and his Whos
Yertle the Turtle and Gertrude McFuzz
So many stories to choose!
Horton has one other tale
Where he sits upon a nest
And who could forget Sam-I-Am
And his never-ending quest?
But the best-known book of all
Stars a very simple cat
A cat that wears upon his head
A rather famous hat
This man has left a legacy
In every single book
He vowed to teach kids how to read
No matter what it took
As I sat there in the kitchen
Thinking about this think
I came t
Not Like the BooksI hate those booksNot Like the Books7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That are long and important and meaningful,
That shed light on how little we know one another
And what a beautiful lie love is.
The ones where a couple, maybe flush, blushing newlyweds,
Sip coffee together before work
And have a mundane conversation about the dry cleaning.
One half will mention it, in passing of course,
Because how simple and insignificant dry cleaning is to the world,
And after four paragraphs of introspection and hollowed out hearts
And anecdotes about legless grasshoppers causing childhood tears,
The other half of the couple answers, Yes,
And weve forgotten there was a question.
Theres the ignorance, and the distance.
If I dont know you
If I dont know you inside out,
I would venture to say its because you dont know you,
So how could I be doing worse?
At a bare minimum, I dont know myself inside out.
I lead myself through hints and scavenger hunts of motivations and memories
And I hope my mouth
The Story of Eros and Psyche This is the story of Eros and PsycheThe Story of Eros and Psyche9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(and of course there's a mother-in-law)Aphrodite.
Eros and Aphrodite?
Psyche was Psyche,
That's all that she could be.
Aphrodite was jealous and angry, it's true,
For the people of the land said,
"She's much prettier than you!"
Psyche had such beauty and grace,
There wasn't a single mar on her face.
As she walked through the streets
In the latest of fashions!!
And from high, high above,
Aphrodite was making loud thunder crashes!!!
So Aphrodite sent Eros to find Psyche you see;
One shot from his arrow and Psyche would be
In love with the ugliest and mo
GodTamed death entrenched beneath pitted eyelids,God5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Rotting harvests of shallow hunger,
And foul toil on the now weak man,
Beckon at the duplicitous call,
A garrulous assault on the Creator,
By whose notice hate is begotten,
Vitiating the essence of purity,
Irony befalls he who calls himself purest,
Exoneration is the sole product,
Death the sole cure,
Save for those whose eyelids remain shut,
By the witness of the ostensibly chaste creator,
11 paradojas del Grafic Desing11 paradojas del Grafic Desing6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
En los siguientes párrafos, leeremos toda una serie de paradojas.
1) No hay tal cosa como malos clientes: sólo malos diseñadores.
A nosotros nos encanta culpar a nuestros clientes por un trabajo pobre. Cuando los proyectos se vuelven amargos, siempre es la culpa del cliente -- nunca nuestra --. Por supuesto que hay malos clientes. Pero diseñadores tratándolos mal usualmente los convierten en malos clientes. Como diseñadores, terminamos con los clientes que merecemos.
2) La mejor forma de aprender a ser un mejor diseñador gráfico es convertirse en cliente.
En las pocas ocasiones en que he pagado por un diseño gráfico, he aprendido más sobre ser un diseñador que en cualquier otra cosa que haya hecho. Es sólo al encomendar a otros diseñadores que descubrimos que muchos de nosotros no somos muy buenos en articular lo que hacemos o cómo trabajamos. Para muchos clientes, l
Cause if I doDear Diary,Cause if I do6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know I should stop, but I cant seem to say no.
My mind keeps telling me I dont need to,
But when I look at myself I know I have to,
Because if I dont I think Id die.
So I keep doing this to myself
And I cant stop, and I cant say no.
Even when theres nothing wrong,
I see it; I know its there,
Some part of me wants to keep doing this, but
I know I should stop.
But I cant cause
If I do, Ill be admitting
That she was right.
That they were right and
People would hate me.
If I admitted it, Id hate
Far AwaySometimes we grow up like this:Far Away6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gyroscopic, like sunflowers, our faces turning
towards the sun. And the sun is more than a ball
of burning gas. The sun is warm and bright
and alive. And we are warm and bright and alive.
I am no bloom. Wings do not rely
on the kindness of strangers. But sometimes they will tell you
that people arent things you can own.
They will tend to the flowers, they will lean into the garden,
prune dead leaves and reshape
innocent bushes. Their sweat will drip into
your faces, my glittering lilies, my lonely and cynical roses,
and they will tell you how to
come into your own. They will say the world is a
cold and frightening place when you are
far from your home soil. They will pack your roots with compost
and entice you to stay.
Rise from the dirt and move on.
Consejos vs el estancamientoConsejos vs el estancamiento6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Consejos para evitar el estancamiento artístico
He visto ultimamente como personas se han quedado estancadas , y en verdad , me da mucha lástima. He notado que estas personas tienen algunas características en común , puedo mencionar:
*Miedo al cambio
*No aceptan que estan estancados
*Siempre hacen las cosas de igual manera
*Jamás experimentan algo nuevo.
Recuerdo que , hace algunos años atrás, personas dibujaban a mi mismo nivel y luego yo los sobrepase , y estas personas, no echaron ni para atrás ni para adelante. También , hay personas que me superaron bastante y las admiro por eso , y , siempre , los apoyo para que se adelanten más que yo. Por eso , decidí darles algunos consejos para personas que estan "estacandas artisticamente".
Si te sientes "estancado artisticamente" , bien por ti. Estás en el primer paso del cambio , porque
Train of Thought.Lies are too easy, especially when you have something to hide behind.Train of Thought.6 years ago in Open More Like This
Lines on a page, how can they say so much?
How do you know they mean anything?
You cant prove that they arent just empty.
But nothing less.
The reality of illusions,
And the illusion of reality.
Science is merely
In an infinite web called
What does it matter how many tears we
Doubt.Drowning in a sea of hesitation.Doubt.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Choking on the murky waters of doubt.
I cant remember how I got here,
and I dont know how to get out.
The birds of fear encircle me.
Hawking loudly, they taunt and jeer.
Im lost in the forest of uncertainty.
Where nothing will ever be clear.
I stand at the top of a mountain.
Unsure of how to get down.
Im not good enough to make it,
yet you tell me not to frown.
I follow a path, til splits into two.
Which should I follow?
Which to peruse?
I stand for a while.
I must not go!
It will end in regret:
I should know.
I have failed yet again.
Success is out of my touch.
The noose of reality still
holds me tight in its clutch.
Teardrops plunge onto the flame of secrecy.
Blood soaks the white sheet of blame.
Never have gates restrained me,
though I am held back by my barrier of shame.
My lungs are filling; its too late to breathe.
Screaming for help, though no one can hear.
My body lives on; my soul long-since died.
In a sea of
How to start doin commissionsHow to start doin commissions8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Edit: This tutorial covers aspects related only to your Deviantart gallery and Deviantart Journal. It has nothing to do with the Deviantart's newly implemented points commission system. You can take commissions without using that points system on Deviantart as long as you have paypal.
WHEN IS THE BEST TIME TO START
When you have enough watchers and people interested in your art.
When you have a closely-bounded community around your work/gallery
How many is enough I can't say for sure, because it depends on the community around you and your work. Some artists can live on one patron, others need to live on millions of them.
For DA, I would say typically around 20,000-40,000 pageviews, at least 40-50 watchers on your DA is best before you start considering taking commissions, (because out of that 40-50, you may have 1 person willing to pay, a safer bet is 100 people.) however, if your gallery has explosiv
The ButterfliesThe butterfliesThe Butterflies6 years ago in Open More Like This
have lost their color today
can it be
that they feel my pain
realize the saddness
in my soul
They are a mirror
of what I see
as I gaze into
Oh I do so hope
will regain their colors
the world that
for the butterflies
Broh Week - Day One - ComfortPabu scrambled onto the bed and began to riffle through the covers. He found Bolin's long and fat toes, then his hands and fingers. The red ball of fuzz followed the trail of abs on Bolin's stomach until he reached his neck. Pabu looked up quickly, expecting to find Bolin's face. Instead, he was greeted by a mass of pillows.Broh Week - Day One - Comfort3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pabu gave an angry chirp, quite unhappy with the turn of events. He hopped up onto the pillow and began to lick an exposed section of Bolin's face.
"'Bu," moaned a tired Bolin, "go away." Pabu began to paw at Bolin's head, deciding a more aggressive tactic would be effective.
"What is it?" asked Bolin, now fully awake. He rubbed his sore head and watched Pabu jump to the floor. Pabu pushed a picture out from under Bolin's bed. Bolin's eyes landed on the flawless image of Iroh's face. Like always, his heart skipped a beat. "Good mornin
Broh Week-Day Five-(Prince) Charming-Crossover"Don't touch it!" shouted three high-pitched women's voices in unison.Broh Week-Day Five-(Prince) Charming-Crossover3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The shouts and familiar voices broke Bolin out of his hypnosis. He looked over his shoulder at the three old benders running into the room, all of them out of breath. It didn't take long for him to realize what was happening. His trance had taken him up the stairs to the attic in the pro-bending training room and his fingers were hovering over the needle of a spindle. Remembering the curse, Bolin quickly took a step back, not wanting to prick his finger and fall into a deep sleep. He stepped back a little too quickly, though, because he tripped over his own feet and ended up falling.
By a stroke of bad luck, fate, or the fulfillment of a curse, Bolin fell foreword. His finger landed hard on the spindle and the needled dug deep into his skin. A drop of blood pooled over the wound, and Bolin barely had time to hold his finger up to his face t
For ToxicAngelIt was the best of times, it was the worst of--For ToxicAngel7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Grandpa? Renesmees soft voice called from the corner. I looked up and smiled as I saw her leaning against the door frame, her dark brown eyes alight with curiosity.
Her seventh year was nearly upon us, and she looked just as a healthy 18 year old should--she stood at a happy medium between Edwards and Bellas heights: about five feet seven inches; her bronze hair curled softly at her shoulders (it had taken much pleading and begging on her part to get Rosalie to cut it); her skin was a soft cream, her cheeks as bright red as they had been when she was born.
I set my book down on my desk and got up. I stuffed my hands into my pockets as I came to her side. What can I do for you, sweetheart?
She studied my paintings on the wall, her glance flickering between them and myself. We just got assigned our History midterm, and we have to write a paper about Europe in the 1700s. Ive read e
Esme 23: We IntertwinedWhere are you taking me, Carlisle? I laughed as he pulled me along, holding my fingers tightly in his.Esme 23: We Intertwined7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Youll see, he responded, turning to look over his shoulder at me. His topaz eyes gleamed with excitement and he squeezed our twined fingers. I laughed again, and stopped protesting. I would go wherever Carlisle would lead me.
The sun was shining persistently through a thin layer of clouds, and it made our pale skin reflect like diamonds; Carlisles hair seemed to glow in the early evening light.
We ran at a pace that was just slightly above a humans until Carlisle finally pulled me up to the top of a small, green hill; one big weeping willow sat a little to the left.
And right under it was a red-and-white checkered blanket. Atop it was a wicker basket.
A picnic! I laughed, surprised. I was amazed at how a trite little human activity could please me so much.
For you, my dear. And Carlisle bowed, kissing the hand he still held.
Harry Potter VS TwilightHARRY POTTERHarry Potter VS Twilight6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
$4,485,466,623 movie gross
400 million copies of the books worldwide, 67 languages
42 million copies of the books WORLDWIDE
37 different languages
$376,148,833 for Twilight the movie
Just for Fun, If We Divide The Numbers and do the Math, then:
Harry Potter has sold 44.4 million books per year since it was published, OR 57 million copies for each of the seven books
Twilight Has sold 15.6 million books per year since it was published OR 11.7 million copies for each of the four books
The Harry Potter Movies, rounding DOWN to 4 billion instead of the actual number above (As of Prior to The Releases of Half-blood Prince And Deathly Hallows) Have grossed 800 million each. Including worst possible scenarios, let's say HBP and DH only gross 350 mil each( as in, BOTH DH movies will only grosse 350 mil combined). that would then add to the already rounded down number of 4 billion and bringing it up to 4.7 billion. The new calculations would be (rounding
An Ode To Dominic HowardThere once was a man called Dom.An Ode To Dominic Howard8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was loved by even your mum.
With trousers tight,
In colours so bright,
Hes also a real sex bomb!
Sin tituloDanzare ensima de tu cadaver,Sin titulo8 years ago in Other More Like This
me bañare con la sangre tuya
no veras a este ser sufrir mas
pues el dolor de aqui se ira.
Arrancaré tus cabellos uno por uno
besare tus podridos labios
hasta dejarte exhausto
Esque odio todo de ti
yo di todo de mi
me cuesta respirar
y ahora tambier hablar
Difamaste mi pasado
refutas mis suplicas
y esta sonrisa presente
espera tu muerte.
Los cuervos picaron tus ojos
yo rasge aquel rostro
pues esa virulenta alma
debe ser aniquilada.
Tus ojos imploran perdon
"pero amor... afliges todo!"
te mire fijamente y con
lagrimas rojas te ahorque lentamente.
y tus centrañas devoraron
y abraze tu cuerpo ferviente.
Este dolor es realidad??
quiero oirte gritar,
hay tanto que no tengo,
tanto que no quiero,
La muerte es tu salvacion
y no crei que eso provocara
este odio intenso
y este cruel deseo.
Dire adios a mi vida vacia,
a la sombra perversa,
a los cuervos que asechan
esta protervia vida.
Besare tu cuerpo denuevo,
esperare tu muerte pi
A Bolirima Story: Chapter 1A Bolirima Story: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
IÕm pretty sure everyone knows Kirima and Desna are KorraÕs twin cousins from the Northern Water tribeÉ
I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS, JUST THE STORY
The first thing Kirima noticed about Bolin the moment she saw him was his eyes. TheyÕre such a pure green. She had never met an earth bender before, so she never had the chance to see real green eyes. But Bolin eyes were different, his personality shown through them. And she loved that because he was someone she was not use to. Her whole life, she's been with people who were dull and boring, but he... Was so different. He intrigued her.
The second thing she noticed about Bolin was his smile. How his lips spread over perfect white teeth.
Esme 1: I Was MarriedI stared at my reflection for a good long time, trying not to think too hard. My face was remarkably pale, nearly as white as my wedding dress. My caramel hair curled softly to my shoulders, and my gray eyes were curiously dead. No one would notice them, however, as I walked down the aisle--no one would notice the look of fear that presented itself in the very way I held my body. My fear and my uncertainty. Simply a smile, and I would look like the perfect bride to any outsider. I tried to pull up my lips, but I stopped when I realized I would burst into tears if I did.Esme 1: I Was Married7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was a soft knock on my door. Come in, I called, my voice hoarse.
It creaked open, and two faces peeked into the room. One gasped and one cooed, and my two best friends came to my side. Laura kneeled to me and clasped my hands; Estelle wrapped her arms around my neck, her head on my shoulder.
Oh, Esme! Laura breathed, her blue eyes wide. You look so beautiful!