NamesNames9 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.
50 Consejos para estudiantes50 Consejos para estudiantes6 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
haikuhaiku9 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i am desperate
ly trying to get somewhere.
will you come with me?
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 Orchard10 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.
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;
Smile for me - ProloguePrologueSmile for me - Prologue5 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
Renesmee Chapter 1-BD SpoilersRenesmee Chapter 1-BD Spoilers7 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.
Little BoyLittle boy of only eight years old.Little Boy4 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?
Smile for me - Chapter 1Chapter 1Smile for me - Chapter 15 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.
Help me smile prologuePrologueHelp me smile prologue5 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
Color Theory: BLUEColor Theory: BLUE7 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
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.
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
A poem for youFlowers need sunshineA poem for you5 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...
Real Men of GeniusReal Men of Genius6 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Bud Light Presents: Real Men of Genius
(real men of genius!)
Today we salute you, Mr. Devious News Article Rejector Guy.
(Mr. Devious News Article Rejector Guy!)
One hundred people loved the article, but what do they know?
(wake up, sheeple!)
Anyone can lend their public support, but your faceless thumbs-down will be heard around the world.
(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.
(Mr. Devious News Article Rejector Guy!)
Io Scrivo, e tu?Scrivo per fuggire, per scappare,Io Scrivo, e tu?7 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...
Sophie's Misfortune"Will you run away with me?"Sophie's Misfortune5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I hadn't expected him to say yes.
We were far from home before I had the courage to ask why.
"Haven't you anything back there?"
"Yes. But I want something more."
We mostly lived in an old trapper's hut in the woods. I swept it every day but I could never get the floor clean. There was blood on the bedroom wall. I think the trapper killed something here. I hope it was an animal.
I meet an old woman among the trees one day. She is dressed in ragged brown with a brilliant gold locket around her neck. She says she can read my palm. I am skeptical. She takes it anyway.
"Your name is Sophie," she says.
"You want Luke to love you."
"Come back here tomorrow and I'll tell you more."
We eat baked beans again that night.
This time she takes me to a clearing and we sit on the grass. She takes my hand again. I can't take my eyes off her locket. It's engraved with S. S for Sophie. I wonder at the coincidence.
"I can tell your future," she says
Tripping NamesInhaling life through $10 billsTripping Names6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You told me what love was
And you had some to spare
Breathing cigarette breaths
I pull your hat over my head and
T R I P . O U T .
Norma Jean's got nothing on us
Concrete coldness seeps through our skin
As the ambulance took him away
You thought you knew him
Two packs a day
Only eight tabs away
From being exactly where you want to be
I see your feelings
I can smell the colour of your kiss
I still taste the way you held me
Pipes in the snow
Our bones froze, then shattered
My broken heart can't take this shit
I sipped on receipt nothings for weeks
Your guitar tried to tell me things
Then nothing as I sang back
Our hands still fit like they use to
I know, I know, I know
I open my eyes and
T R I P . O U T .
Through the fabric, through it all
Sparks fly, burn it down
The way you held me fuels this fire
The way you kissed me fuels this fire
The way you know me fuels this fire
The way you loved me sets on fire
Love note confessions dissolve on my
i'd hate her if i could.anastasia is beautiful in the way of twilight on the rio grande and doves flying from caged fingers.i'd hate her if i could.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
anastasia is lovely with smoke-grey eyes, black-pearl-hair and a laugh that unfurls like fog. she is cunning with a witty tongue and spends her afternoons pirouetting across sunstruck-wooden-floors. she has a horizon-mouth thats molded into curved lines around piano-teeth and can make a violin weep with clever fingers.
and i am running late with a coffee stain on my wrinkled shirt and a scar on my bottom lip from putting my nose where it didnt belong. i am tripping over my own feet and dropping my purse and shoving back my wildly curling hair with dry, calloused hands.
i am here with my too-large mouth asking too many questions and painting the world with just enough cynical humor to make the romanticism shrivel in the corner. i am sitting on the pier but when im watching the ocean, im not thinking about how its turning into rain to splatter on orchids. you