The EscapistIt is really insomniaThe Escapist2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you're keeping me awake?
Is it the infatuation
That made me start to shake?
Is it so peculiar
If you make me feel brand new?
Is it some kind of obsession
That I have with you?
I watch you when I feel lonely
Is that so wrong?
I think of you when they hurt me
So what if that's all day long?
You make me feel so happy
What if that's all I have?
Should that be taken away
Just because it sounds mad?
Because right now in real life
There's no happily ever after
When I see something I don't like
I can't just skip the chapter
Or quickly press fast forward
On a TV remote control
Real life is but a wound
And you help fill the hole
So keep me in the trance
That you put me in before
You'll be my sweet romance
I won't need anything more
Even though we haven't met
You'll be the one that I adore
And I know you're not a threat
So I can't be hurt anymore
Tips para un desing exitosoTips para un desing exitoso6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Diez consejos para que tu diseño tenga éxito.
1-El buen diseño es innovador.
Las cosas claramente diferentes se recuerdan mejor que las comunes. Lo innovador llama la atención.
Haciendo lo que todos los demás hacen, es cierto que no fracasarías, pero ¿triunfarás así alguna vez?
No transites los senderos trillados. Innova.
La esencia de la innovación debe verse claramente en todas las funciones de un producto.
El desarrollo tecnológico sigue ofreciendo nuevas oportunidades para soluciones innovadoras.
Las innovaciones no se agotan.
2-El buen diseño hace que un producto sea útil.
El producto que se compra con el fin de ser utilizados. Debe servir a un propósito definido - tanto primariamente como en las funciones secundarias.
La tarea más importante del diseño es optimizar la utilidad de un producto.
3-El buen diseño es estético.
La calidad estética de un p
La buena criticaLa buena critica6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Como realizar una buena crítica
Los seres humanos estamos acostumbrados a dar nuestra opinión acerca de lo que pensamos, sentimos y hacemos, ya sea en los demás o en nosotros mismos.
Generalmente la palabra critica es algo que no nos suele gustar. Muchos lo toman, tal vez con más frecuencia de lo que parece, como algo negativo. Ejemplos: Estoy cansado de tus criticas! Eres un criticón! Siempre criticas todo!
Incluso a muchos les asustan frases como: ¿Te puedo hacer una critica? (Pregunta de la cual siempre esperamos lo peor )
Muchas veces queremos aliviar este tema de la crítica, suavizándolo, diciendo la gran frase: crítica constructiva (la cual muchos hacen o toman como destructiva)
La palabra critica proviene del griego (kritikós) que significa capacidad para discernir. ¿Pero que se entiende por discernir?. Es diferenciar una cosa de otra, y se asocia
ConfesionesAntes podía escribir lo que sentía, no me sentía limitada. Ahora, todo es distinto, el terror y la obligación a que sea leído, cerró lo último que quedaba. Atrapada, siempre observada. Ojos humanos y miradas fantasmas. Un vacío jamás cerrado, por siempre sellado. Oculto en un triste olvido, mientras refulgen ante mí letras incandescentes, personas inexistentes, llenando el vacío. Sintiéndome presionada, incapaz de avanzar un paso más. Siempre cansada, cada vez más atrapada. Viviendo el pasado, mientras pierdo un futuro. Sin posibilidades de vivir el presente. Todo se corroe, se desangra, y me río de este vacío ridículo. Ya no sostengo miradas. Me consume, me aburre. Sin embargo espero, el amor ha de llegar en cualquier momento. Eso me alegra mientras me entristece. Y como siempre, recuerdo esa mirada. Esa mirada cristalina, mezclada con el esplendor de un valle de momentos diurnos. Tristeza, viaje a tiempos pasados y oscuros. Tiempos que a pesar de largas distancias, se sienten remotosConfesiones9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
My Suicide My SuicideMy Suicide7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Why couldn't you,
Just help me hold on?
Why did you always treat me,
Like I had done you wrong?
How come you never told me,
How much you loved me?
Did you think I was so great,
That your mind I could read?
I know I'm not that old,
But this don't seem right
The only choice I have left,
Is to take my own life!
My own life...
This is my, suicide
No longer will I cry,
Myself to sleep at night!
This is my, suicide
I am giving in,
I no longer want to fight...
So this is my...
I know you love my sisters,
More than you do me
I can see it in your eyes,
So what else am I supposed to think?
I'm tired of living life,
With shattered pride
I'm tired of longing for acceptance,
That is always denied!
My life is already over,
I've got nothing to gain,
I just want to take a sharp, sharp knife
And cut out all of my pain!
All of my pain...
This is my, suicide
There will be no tomorrow,
There is only tonight!
This is my, suicide
I am giving in,
I no longer want
I Love YouI Love YouI Love You9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love you.
I want to be with you forever.
Untill death do us part.
Through sickness and through health.
I love you.
I want to snuggle on the couch on a cold rainy day.
Under a blanket, watching scary movies.
I want to hide my face on your arm when I'm afraid.
We go to bed and you hold me in your arms all night.
"Everything will be ok babygirl" you say, when I have a bad dream.
I fall asleep with my head on your chest, and you run your fingers through my hair.
I love you.
I want to tackle you and pin you to the ground.
I poke your tummy and you grin.
"TICKLE FIGHT!!!" you yell, and we laugh so hard.
We kiss, and let time carry us where it wants to.
I love you.
Even when I'm sick, you kiss me anyways because you love me to much to care.
When I'm sad, you sit me on your lap and wipe away my tears.
You let me cry on your shoulder and hold me.
You always make me smile and brighten up my day.
I love you.
I want to sit on the end of the dock, looking up in the sky.
Your arms aroun
IgnoredSurrounded by peopleIgnored9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But so separated
She looks at her friends
But they can't see
Why can't they see the fear in her eyes?
Can't they hear the concern in her voice?
She tries to say something
But is ignored
Give up, and put on a pleasant tone
While darkness begins to close in
I Need YouI Need You11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyday I wait to hear the sound your messages bring
Wait till the moment I see you agian
I sit and look at the clock
Count how many minutes till the next moment we next meet
I begin to wonder
Let my mind think
I love you
I can't seem to be at peace
Because I am missing the thing I need the most
Missing what makes my day complete
You and I mean so much to each other
You and I are so wonderful together
You are everything to me
All I ever need
I look for what I am missing
I'm so unhappy at times I could cry
But you stop my tears
I'm so happy at times I cry
And you bring those tears
I kiss you
Through a screen
And wonder if I will ever be able to do it for real
Sometimes I sit
After you have gone to bed
And I look at the things we said
Wonder the things I wanted to say
Think of the things I wish we could do together
Every day we talk from afar
I sit in my home
As you sit in yours
And we type the things we want to tell each other
But you and I cannot hide behind our computers forever
stitchedstitched7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I watched them stitch me up.
15, 8 in one gash, 7 in the other.
My dad looked on,
as tears fell from the eyes of my mother.
I watched them sow me together,
They couldn't sow up my heart.
So they just sowed
the skin I ripped apart
I let them numb me,
Not that I couldn't take the pain.
I was dying of self-hatred,
drowning in self blame.
When I should be blaming you,
You're killing me and you don't even know.
I have to hide my feelings,
because I love you so.
the thought of you with her,
I would rather die.
So I cut up my wrists,
And wished to say goodbye.
Can't you see it?
You are killing me?
I've become so blinded
I can't even see.
rich crimson blood,
coming through the skin.
I know deep in my heart,
I'm dead within.
So I watched the stitch up my arm
all I can do now is cry.
Because to be honest Layne...
Without you I will die.
Age DifferenceOne year ago it was decidedAge Difference7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We would have to wait two before I could be with you
I was only sixteen and you have twelve years on me
It was crazy that we fell in love and you left to make things easier
You said we would keep in touch
You just needed distance between us
Needed a line to define the difference
One that if crossed determined right from wrong
If you were close to me any longer
Than the law would be thrown out of the window
And you couldnt risk that
I didnt want you to risk that
But being away from you has been horrible
So now its been a year
And we have kept in touch like promised
Constant emails; non stop IMs
Texting all day and on the phone all night talking again
But its been one year to long without your touch
Twelve months to many without your kiss
Fifty two weeks without your whispers
To many hours to count to be so far from the definition of near
I need your hands again
And I need those reassuring sounds you give when I require th
Ugly on the OutsideUgly on the Outside10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was called gorgeous once,
and sexy in jest.
I get lovely sometimes,
but few of the rest.
I've never been beautiful,
never been hot.
I didn't mind it so much,
it's just something I'm not.
Most of the time
I just look okay;
not bad, not good,
in the middle I stay.
I was fine with okay;
there are other things worse.
Little did I realize
how much of a curse
okay really was.
I noticed quickly
that, every single time,
there's someone better than me.
Looks are superficial
because they don't last,
but they do come in handy,
I've learned in the past.
I've often been liked
for who I am inside,
but it always stops there,
I never get the full ride.
When it's myself or another
they never pick me,
because the other girl
is a little more pretty.
A little bit taller,
a little more cute,
a lot less round
and athletic to boot.
I may be funny,
I may have a nice smile,
but when it comes to my body
I'm a little more vile.
No matter how nice I am,
I never can hide
from the cold and hard truth
that I'm ugl
Faking emoEveryone thinks its so trendy to be emo,Faking emo8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To slash their wrists, and pretend to be bi,
To write bad poetry and listen to bad songs,
But they don't know what its like to need it.
She doesn't cut to be part of a trend,
She doesn't show it off, and makes sure to hide it
Behind thick bracelets and long sleeves.
These "emo kids" wear too much black makeup
So that everyone will know when they cry
Because thats the in thing to do right?
And the ones that can't cry in class
Draw big tear drops in eyeliner on their cheeks
Like the stupid, fucking posers they are.
But she cries more than they will ever know,
Sitting at the back of the class, all alone
Hood up, head down, shes invisible
And she doesn't wear makeup, so it isn't obvious.
She thinks no one cares about her,
And she's probably right, because
Its hard to care about someone
you don't even know is alive.
One day, she'll probably cut too deep,
let it bleed too long, by accident
Or maybe on purpose, and they might never know.
And no one wil
Self Harm MonologueYou call me a 'freak'.Self Harm Monologue8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A 'pathetic emo loser'.
Well guess what?
I don't care.
What makes you think I care?
Who are you to question me- to judge.
You don't have that right.
You strut up to me-
Fag in hand,
in the same nagging, persistent tone,
with the same words that make me want to claw out my eyes in disbelief, you ask me..
" Do you cut yourself?"
And it goes on.
Pfft- like I haven't heard you.
"Yes" is always my reply.
Your tedious response, as always- is the same.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah- Im sick.
Pfft, look at me.
So my skin may be a war ground- a treacherous field of scars and fresh wounds...
But so what?
This isn't for you.
This is for me.
My struggle with myself.
You can't feel the pain I feel.
Some of you...
Think you help.
Here's the thing.
The letters, the phone calls, the counselling sessions with the toffee nosed bastards,
They help nothing.
The effect not a god
Just an emo girlEmo girlJust an emo girl9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just another emo girl,
All alone in this world
Made by feelings you can't understand
Living in the darkness that is my friend
Black my eyes
And slith my wrists
Fed up with lies
I'm sorry I exist
So rip my heart
Go tear it apart,
It's already numb,hidden so deep
Locked in feelings,fallen asleep
Oh,and I'm so emo I could cry
Listening to songs about death
To this world I'd say goodbye
My paper heart will slowly die..
And I'm dieing inside,
My heart torn to shreads
In my lonelyness I hide
Oh,this nightmare never ends
I've been stabbed in the heart
From the front,from the back
I'm tired of fake loves and friends
That ripped me apart
Just another emo girl
I play the guitar and write suicide notes
There's always a reason to feel not good enough
I don't understand why life is so tough
Just another emo girl
My hair a mess,my eyes so dark
Void of feelings,void of spark
Sometimes I wish I'd be,..
As invisible as you make me feel
And if it were for me
All my wounds would heal.
All my tea
LovelessWhen people say they love each otherLoveless10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do they really mean they do?
Or just to keep each other satisfied
But never tell the truth?
Loving isn't possible
'I love you' is a lie
Because why would you love me?
You don't even have to try
When people say they love me
They don't meant they do
It's just to keep me satisfied
They never tell the truth
IGNOREDFeeling ignoredIGNORED7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a moron
Such a loser
That no one
Would pay any
Attention to me
I feel so alone
So totally idiotic
Such a big failure
So very un-cool
Was I born just
To be ignored?
It seems like theres
No way for me to be
I wish I were as
Valuable as others
Theres nothing I do right
Its best if Im ignored
At least this way no one
Will be noting my failure
Perhaps its best if
I continue to be ignored
Its what Im used to now
Its the life I know
An outcast and outsider
Thats the only me I know
Snowfall DancesSettling softlySnowfall Dances12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A graceful fall
Pirouetting in crystal air
A dance of elegance
Lost in the multitude
Ended by the earth's firm kiss.
The snowflake sinks
Into a bed of brethren
Becomes one with all
To join the Drift
In blissful anonymity.
That which was
Smothered and smothering
And Spring's release.
Does it now regret
The fall from grace
Abandoning its dance
Or does it slumber, fury faded
Knowing peace at last?
Poem: Silent, UnrequitedSilent. Unmoving. Hidden tears.Poem: Silent, Unrequited7 years ago in Ballad More Like This
Paranoia and fears.
Heartbeats kept in check,
The mask always worn,
Loneliness, and solitude,
Emotions are torn.
Painful and reoccuring.
Eyes with life fading.
Chest pains escalating.
A Death in the making.
Feelings now drained,
Mind no longer insane,
Let it continue to rain.
~May 14, 2008 - Poem Completed at 5:06 am
IgnoredRot, rot in hell – I am sure I wont be missedIgnored11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Move, move away – don't invite me on your trip.
Yell, yell and scream – you think it doesn't affect me.
Push, push me out of the way – I am not part of your endless quarrel.
Smile; smile like you think it will make a difference.
Pay, pay for my affections – or send yourself broke trying.
Love, love – say it like you mean it, not that you do.
Ignore, ignore me and my disappearing smile.
Hide, hide – with the knowledge that I wont be looked for.
Look, look me straight in the eyes and tell me that you care.
Lie; lie to me with not a trace of remorse.
Force, force your "Love" upon me – smother me with your act.
Sing, sing me a lullaby to rock me into a false sense of security – forever let me down.
Aprender a quererseAprender a quererse7 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Aprender a quererse
Actualmente, según mi punto de vista, la mayoría de las personas están faltas de una clase de cariño, el cariño por uno mismo. Todos nosotros tenemos un punto flaco: un tema que no podemos tocar, una parte de nosotros que no podemos enseñar Esto es debido a la falta de autoestima, que día tras día va aumentando entre la sociedad. Intentaré explicar qué es exactamente la autoestima y porqué la mayoría de nosotros debemos aprender a querernos más.
Desde el punto de vista psicológico, la autoestima es el concepto que tenemos sobre nosotros mismos, y se basa en todos los pensamientos, sentimientos, sensaciones y experiencias que hemos ido recogiendo a lo largo de nuestra vida. En base a toda esta información decidimos si somos listos o tontos, guapos o feos, y en definitiva, si estamos a gusto con nosotros mismos o no.
La valoración final puede ser un sentimiento positivo hacia
CryingCrying11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some people told me I shouldn't try
Because all you do is make me cry
But I love you to much to let you go
I love you more then you think you know
You tell me that you just don't care
All those times I needed you there
to hold me when i hurt real bad
to dry my tears, and take my sad
you can't understand how i feel inside
when it was over, I just died
All I want is for you to see
is what you really mean to me
Ever since that horrible day
that i heard those words you had to say
I can't stop thinking about you
I want you to know all this is true
Everything you've read
is about the things you've said
I'll never, ever stop tryin'
But I am so sick of Cryin'
Internal SolilquyInternal Solilquy9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I sat close to him. I could feel his breath on my cheek. Slowly, he turned my arm, to grasp my hand. He winced as his eye followed the lines of crimson, from my wrist to the inside of my elbow. "Why do you...", his voice trailed into nothing. "How can you do that to yourself."
I looked straight into is blue and amber eyes, but I quickly looked away, when I started to ask myself, Why do I do this? Why do I tear myself apart?. Have I always felt the need to mutilate myself?
I answer myself quickly, of course not. So why do I do it. I shook my head at him, and tried to speak, but no words escaped me, as I went about my internal soliloquy. Sometimes my anger and sadness aren't rational, you know what I mean? Like the days when you feel guilty for accidentally killing a spider, or when you get angry, because your allergies are acting up. Doesn't happen to you? I thought so.
And how do I deal with irrational sorrow and lividity? Of course I throw physical power behind it, and f
deliverance does not come,as does the bell-boy from his duties,deliverance does not come,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the rough-boned burly man from his cell.
with the calendar days deemed ignorant,
the time-clocks cloak themselves. from what?
natural disasters are nothing, nothing I say,
compared to cold metal making nests
within a womb. and men, are wild -
run rampant through the night,
start fights, take heaven to tired veins and
in blind glory, ignite.