the jewish daughterThe dispatched current ofthe jewish daughter8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the greater twin daughter - his relish -
divides an entire nunnery
between her legs.
And it's almost mean -
that antic dress,
that endless body,
richer than rancidity;
NamesNames8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An isolated, winding gimbal floats along
The medium between my lips and your ears—
A tidy pouch
That clutches every thingness in a beaker
And distills it to comprehension—bare minimum,
Square root of Singularity,
Strong like a newborn's headbutt,
As typical as José or Steve, Haruko or Kristin(a).
Ripe, merciless overcoats of crushed purple velvet
Find their way to me
In a bargain-priced thrift store.
They carry faces, names.
Intricate carvings—stones, shells—set in relief on
Technology as old as pants—buttons, Cameos.
Style ŕ la mode.
Cameo is a nice name for a girl.
Annelise Tomoē is what I'll name my daughter,
If I have one.
She already will be and will have been mostly American—
The "new" American—Part French Canadian, Part Mexican,
Part Amer-Indian, Cajun, Japaneezian Asian,
Caucasian (slash) Aryan.
Almost any 'un can make a contribution,
And has, or is about to.
Thoughtful Transit FlowersEach minuscule silken petalThoughtful Transit Flowers9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the orchids cried romance
unto each passenger's ears.
They were not for a particular occasion,
but simply to convey love.
I held them tight,
seated on the transit bus,
as if they were my children,
and I their compassionate mother.
White curls of age
and a soft maroon floral dress
held the elderly woman together.
She, seated adjacent to me,
and kneaded her wrinkled hands.
"For your girlfriend," she told me.
"What a lucky young lady."
Fleshy lips curled
into the gentlest smile
I could muster.
"For my boyfriend."
Those words seemed to pierce
the old-fashioned woman,
like an arrow,
and she nodded.
Slowly, the blood rushed
to her wrinkled cheeks,
and she seemed to have been pained
by this, or confused even;
yet she spoke again:
"What a lucky young man."
Spanish OrchardSpanish Orchard9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the roadside orchards were
bright as peaches
firming in autumn breeze
I was broken in lay-by pieces.
a lightly-painted lady,
elephant faced with
horse's complexion, approached.
Her expression --
that of dripping canvas.
I glanced and turned politely
(screwdriver in hand)
toward my choking car.
The pointed sound of her running,
heels clicking, dress
coating tarmac lime.
She clawed onto my arms with
pushing varnish nails
into male flesh.
Her thin lips flickered pastel dust.
time stood between us, as she
rambled words of
who'd walked into the orchard
convinced he was tree.
She told me of how he stood
proudly growing fruit.
which come the autumn fell imperfect,
rotting into earth.
50 Consejos para estudiantes50 Consejos para estudiantes5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
+ de 50 CONSEJOS PARA ESTUDIANTES DE DISEÑO GRÁFICO
Escrito por Chii-Original.
Por motivos de que ya acabé la licenciatura les comparto este magnifico tutorial , con tips y consejos que me hubieran ayudado al momento de entrar si alguien me los hubiera dicho.
Espero que los lean y los pongan en práctica , porque en verdad ayudan. Espero que no cometan los mismos errores que yo cometí y disfruten su carrera.
Les deseo muchos éxitos a todos los que esten empezando su carrera o quieran estudiar diseño gráfico.
¡Vamos a los tips!
1.Escojan una universidad que tenga laboratorios visibles de diseño gráfico. Que cuenten con programas tales como Photoshop e Illustrator como básicos. No se preocupen si usan Mac o no, esto es relativo, ya que en la vida real muchas empresas no tienen suficiente capital para pagarlas. Y , es muy importante , que esten certificadas por el ministerio de educación
haikuhaiku8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i am desperate
ly trying to get somewhere.
will you come with me?
Fade to BlackTired of trying,Fade to Black7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
lost in a world that's
lost all feeling.
call your name,
you turn your face
away in shame.
Said I'd try,
forget the cost,
but for what it's worth
I know I've lost.
A skeptic glance,
I bled it out,
I took the chance
and faced the doubt.
You slice these scars,
now test my heart,
don't be blamed if I
to face the pain,
just stay with me
until the end.
Fade to black
close the curtains and
don't look back,
face the pain and
let it out,
'cause you're the hero here.
Smile for me - ProloguePrologueSmile for me - Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Say, will you stay with me? Forever?" A very young and childish voice echoed into the nothingness that served as surroundings. Everything was engulfed in darkness, but the two persons standing right in the middle of it did not seem to mind. Instead, they stared at each other, although in this pitch blackness, it was a wonder how they could even see the one in front of them. The voice had come from the smaller of the two, a young boy whose hands were clasped together behind his back. His feet, on what seemed to be the ground, were moving from their heels to their toes, making his body gently swing from back and forth as he looked up the other being in this nothingness, waiting for a reply. The boy was both nervous and eager. He was oh so scared that the answer he would receive would be a negative one, scared that the other one would flee right this instant. But he was still eager to hear, because he was confident at the same time. He trusted that person, trusted it w
Help me smile prologuePrologueHelp me smile prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Say, will you stay with me? Forever?" A very young and childish voice echoed into the emptiness. Even though everything was surrounded by the darkness, even though they were blind in this nothingness it didn't affect them. The two stared at each other with a passion they couldn't even see. The smaller seemed to be the one that had said theses words; he was young, fragile and so very much like a child. Hands behinds his back, nervous swinging his body gently, awaiting for an answer. Of course, he probably feared a rejection, but an answer would be better than to be left alone in this emptiness. The other one, the taller, seemed like an adult. Everything in his posture told maturity, experience and darkness. A lone wolf who had closed his heart to everything and everyone long ago. He tensed, hearing theses words, not knowing how to answer, but he would not run, as much as he wanted too. He trusted that child, that precious child and he knew that they felt the same way about
Io Scrivo, e tu?Scrivo per fuggire, per scappare,Io Scrivo, e tu?6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
per smetterla di pensare,
o forse, per pensare meglio
a quello che stà succedendo...
C'è chi fa la stessa cosa
con una macchina fotografica
o un microfono in mano,
chi suona, chi balla, chi fa giocoleria,
chi lo fa in strada, per tutti,
oppure in casa, solo per la propria famiglia,
chi lo fa con un foglio di carta e dei colori,
chi con un muro, bombolette e pantoni.
C'è sempre qualcuno che ha da dire qualcosa,
ognuno ha il suo modo di esprimere quello che gli brucia dentro,
la cosa più importante è, che oltre a trovare il modo di esprimerci,
dobbiamo trovare il modo migliore per ascoltare le cose che gli altri ci vogliono dire...
Smile for me - Chapter 1Chapter 1Smile for me - Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a calm and peaceful night where even the wind had ceased to let the soft silence take place in the air. Not a single sound, a single little noise dared to make itself present, fearing of breaking this delicious peace walking around in the streets of the city. The air was warm, the temperature perfect and still. No signs of a single soul, of a single life were even seen outside of the buildings lined up in the street. Everything was perfectly still, as if time itself had frozen. There was not a single leaf to quiver, not a single blade of grass to shake. To embellish this very quiet scene, the bright and big pool of silvery water just above served as one of the only source of light in the entire city; the other being the million fireflies in this abyss that was as pure as black ink. There was no other source of light, but they were enough. Anyone who would have decided to disrupt the calmness outside to take a walk would have seen almost as perfectly as the day.
Renesmee Chapter 1-BD SpoilersRenesmee Chapter 1-BD Spoilers6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Happy birthday, dear Renesmee, happy birthday to you! my family sang in unison. Everyone I loved was there: Momma and Daddy, Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Emmett, Aunt Alice and Uncle Jasper, Grandma Esme and Grandpa Carlisle, Grandpa Charlie and Sue, Grandma Renee and Phil, Billy and, of course, Jacob with the rest of his pack. I smiled when they finished singing, and blew out all seven candles in one breath.
Present time! Aunt Alice chimed as Daddy cut the cake. She was having almost too much fun, like she did every year. Our houses usually white rooms were covered in pink decorations, there were balloons tied to everything, and the usually empty dining room table was covered in presents from everyone there. We all moved from the living room to the dining room.
Where should I start, Aunt Alice? I asked her, laughing.
Um , she pretended to have a vision. Start by showing everyone the lovely dress your favorite aunt got you.
Surviving HerShes trying to drive me crazy. I know she is. There is no possible way that this is incidental. She stands there, pushing her hair gently behind her ear, taking drags off those nasty cigarettes of hers, and she looks so bored with everything. And then she smiles at me. That would be the beginning of the end.Surviving Her7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
She climbs into the car with me and sings off-key to every fucking song I used to love. Then we get home and thats when the real wild times begin. I cant watch movies without wanting to fuck the lead actress. Listening to music with female singers is a death wish for my afternoon.
Since she moved in five months ago Ive learned so much. Ive learned that the sky in fact is not blue. Nor is it really up. Ive learned that its not necessarily obvious that Arnold Schwarzeneggers face in Commando HAD to be pai
Oh Little ScarOh little scarOh Little Scar3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How did you get on my skin?
I don't know how you got there
Or remember the moment you came into my life
But now, here you are, on my wrist
Yet now I know why you're on me
Between my left hand and forearm
Deep pink with a pale line of white
Hiding the thing that seals us together
A single surgical pin under flesh
Merging with bone and muscle
And over time, you start to fade
Until you are no more
But I will still look and know
The ghost of your presence
And the reason you are
Holding me in one piece
I triedI tried to listenI tried7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to always be there
I opened myself up to you
I tried to be fair
I tried to be a friend
I tried to understand
I gave you all I could
For you I made a stand
I let you in
I let myself trust you
In you I confided
To you I was true
Yet all this wasn't enough
Because it's you who can't pretend
You were never real
And it was me who lost a friend
Little BoyLittle boy of only eight years old.Little Boy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He knows nothing but what he's been told.
The age of this child doesn't seem to matter.
The innocence of this young one shattered.
A life stained with blood and death.
He is told only to stop to catch his breath.
He knows nothing but the life of war.
Will no one have mercy on his poor soul?
A poem for youFlowers need sunshineA poem for you4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Violets need dew,
All angels in heaven
Know I need you.
Years may fly
Tears may dry,
But my friendship with you
Will never die...
Color Theory: BLUEColor Theory: BLUE6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
- Any of a number of similar colors evoked by light consisting of one of the shortest wavelengths of light discernible by the human eye
- Additive and subtractive primary
- Complementary to yellow (additive light); complementary to orange (subtractive color)
- Wavelength: 440-490 nm
- Hex triplet: #0000FF
- sRGB: 0, 0, 255
- Calms, sedates, cools
- Aids intuition
- Sadness, tranquility
- Trustworthy, dependable, committed
3. Found In
- Blue is the color formerly used by the street gang Crips
- Least "gender specific" color, having equal appeal to both men and women
- Ancient China: is one of the main five classical colors; symbol of wood, spring, east
- Ancient Egypt: color of truth
- Aztec: symbolizes sacrifice
- China: color of good luck and success, and is used for decoration and wedding attire. Money in is traditionally given in red packets. Stock market gains are displayed in red, while losses are in green- German: word
Drug of choiceLet me be the one for youDrug of choice7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me be your reality
Let me be all there is
All that you can see
Let me soothe a part of you
Let me take your pain away
Make me your everything
Even if just for one day
Put me on a pedestal
Surrender your self completely
Let me be all you need
Fall head over heals in love with me
Give me the fix I can't live without
Help me see it through the day
Be my drug of choice
But please let me walk away
Real Men of GeniusReal Men of Genius5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
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(real men of genius!)
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(Mr. Devious News Article Rejector Guy!)
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(anonymity is my friend!)
For you, it's not about the content or the cause, it's about the DDs you've never received on your erotic furry fiction.
(just don't understand me!)
Yours is a lone voice now, but soon the faceless masses will pour in to reject this article along with you, just as soon as you can make the alt accounts.
(my personal army!)
So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, ninja of negation, because no party is complete without a wet blanket.
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PretendingLiving in denialPretending7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every day I smile
Every day I pretend
Watching the days go by
Sleeping on the edge of my bed
Always waiting for something
Trying to forget the things you said
Never quite feeling warm enough
Wondering if you'll stay
Even though my mind is full
I have nothing to say
Watching the walls closing in
Feeling far away from home
Knowing that even though you're here with me
I am alone