I'm you.You look at me with dissatisfactionI'm you.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You insult me day by day
You call me fat as you stare,
At my body day out, day in
You say I'm ugly with a scowl
You cry sometimes at the sight of me
I'm your reflection
Everlasting FlightEverlasting Flight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep below, a rainbow glistens
She only hesitates a moment
Before she releases her hold
On the rose red stone
Reveling in the rush of falling
The sounds around her fill her ears
Roaring, screaming, crying, pleading
Mixed with her cries of delight
She opens her senses
To the striking fantasy,
The radiant dream
The castle in the sky
She's trembling as the world
Dances across her elated face
And tickles her naked skin
And lifts her gossamer hair
Loving the silence
Of the everlasting flight
She's soaring above the world
Unseen and unheard
Shivering as leaves brush against her
As a bitter frost prickles her
As dust tickles her
As daylight warms her
She is the Wind
Everlasting and always flying
Terminal ConditionThe romance novels areTerminal Condition1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
leaping from top shelf
one after another
Can they no longer
suspend disbelief in
themselves? Is cognitive
dissonance a terminal
condition for Story,
for any creature
composed entirely of
Or does despair plague
fruit of under-
trapped within melodramatic
too anemic to summon
or sustain authority
empowered to shape,
to build worlds
I Am HourglassI Am Hourglass1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fighting crime in tight spandex is not always the best idea. Especially if, like me, you have a body you're not all that keen on showing off. Yeah, the chain-mail bikinis distract the bad guys (that's why you see so many super-heroines out there in almost nothing), but at the same time, they can distract you, and that's not what you want. Are my boobs still in this thing? Is my skirt riding up? Uh! Killer wedgie! Not really my thing. Besides, I don't have super strength or mind-blowing offensive powers. It's better if I'm not in the limelight - leave that to Green Lantern. All I have is time.
Yeah. That's my superpower. I'm Hourglass. Don't bother asking me how I do it, because I don't know. All I know is that sometimes I find myself a few hours or minutes or days in the past, often with no idea why except that something in the near future is about to go wrong. And somehow I have to fix it - without supernatural abilities. Just
What do you mean, meaning?You ask for the meaning of lifeWhat do you mean, meaning?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like it has one meaning:
like a rose, or a raindrop, or a butterfly.
But life is just living - breathing - being alive!
a thing to celebrate for its own sake,
not a thing to contemplate.
Life just IS - and it's a thing we should embrace,
spend doing what we love, just in case
we never get another chance, or time or place
to make a difference.
Text © Sunny Jackson. All Rights Reserved.
Dearest LoveDearest LoveDearest Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm happy right now, I'm smiling and I'm not sure why
well that's not true, I know the reason
It's you, you have brought such joy into my life.
Until now the waiting seemed hard, in fact it had begun to hurt
three simple words entering my mind and sometimes passing my lips
'I miss you' and it's true, I do
But never have I considered giving up, to stop waiting. Let me tell you why
Because I love you, you came into my life and brought such emotion into my life
Feelings I wasn't even sure I could have
Now whenever I think about you, I am happy and no longer sad
So don't worry I can wait, for as long as it takes
Because it's you, the woman, the only one I would or could do this for
I will wait for however long it takes because you are worth it
I love you so much, thank you for coming into my life
Love now and forever
The life of a hour glassThe life of a hour glass5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Egy homokóra élete
Öreg homokóra áll fenn a polcon,
Rég nem forgatja senki se már.
Sok ezer szemcse, apró homokszem,
Peregne már, de hiába vár?
Vékony üveg rúd, két végén széles,
Közepén kis rés, melyen a homok peregne át.
Nyílik az ajtó, a kis gyermek belép,
Kék szeme csillan, mint vízen az ég.
Lassan indul az óra felé,
Tudja, jól mit tesz, bár ne volna így.
Épphogy eléri, még nyújtózkodik.
Két kicsi keze szorítja az órát,
Mely, mint madártoll, könnyű neki.
Lassan fordítja, mint szellő az avart,
Ezer homokszem lassan pereg.
Hullik a mélybe, majd újra fel.
Örül az óra, örül a gyerek,
De örömüknek hamar vége lett.
Röpül az óra a padló felé,
Majd ezer homokszem minden felé.
things i wish i could tell my dog1. waiting and watching the doorthings i wish i could tell my dog2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
won’t make them come back any sooner,
trust me on this one.
2. i know sometimes you yell as loud
as you can and people just tell you
to hush. sometimes you can scream your heart out
and no one will pay attention to you.
3. puppy dog eyes won’t get you through
4. why the hell did you go and make me
the center of your whole world?
(i’m sorry i can’t do the same)
5. i know i’m good at leaving
but bad at coming back.
you’re good at staying.
6. the rabbits you dream about are brown,
your tail is always right behind you,
the delivery man doesn’t really want to kill us,
you’re a good dog.
7. when you’re sad, don’t eat chocolate.
lay down and wait for things
to be better because eventually
things get better, but sometimes
you have to watch the change to really
8. if you ever find yourself on the street,
staring down the road hom
Homestuck RantI do not like Homestuck. Anyone who knows me on here knows how much I loath this comic. I hate it, I hate the insane fans, and I HATE having it shoved down my throat.Homestuck Rant4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Now before you get up in arms about this let me say something first.
At one time I considered reading it and I actually did read it eventually when a friend of mine, who actually is not a friend anymore, suggested I should. Well I did read it. I read a LOT of the pages. Over 1000 or so. I started out with the trolls because "it's not good until you reach them". So I started reading from there.
Edit: As of November 9th I have read the comic from the beginning... yeah still boring.
I can say this... I didn't see what the big deal was. Most of the time the characters would sit in their houses and chat on the computer. Oh every once in awhile something would happen but it wasn't all that interesting. To be honest the only character I liked was Terezi even if she is rather crazy. The comic, to me, was rathe
Rizseshu's on request HUNUtálom, amikor valaki azt hiszi, hogy a skizofrénia az, amikor több énje van.Rizseshu's on request HUN6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ugyanis ez tévedés.
Az, amit ők skizofréniának hívnak, nem más, mint a tudathasadás. Amikor az egyednek több énje van.
Ilyen vagyok én is, bár lehet, hogy csak tévképzetektől szenvedek, hallucinálok? Mindig másnak hiszem magam ugyanis. Néha azt hiszem, rizs vagyok, vígan szívom magamba a napfényt, fotoszintetizálok, magányosan vegetálva, és szívom magamba a nemrég lehullott esőt, mi a föld repedésein keresztül, féreg módjára csúszik mind lejjebb, míg belém nem botlik, s én magamévá nem teszem őt, beépítve magamba.
Máskor már sertésnek hiszem magam, amint épp eme rizsszemet igyekszem lelegelni, mert nekem bármi jó, vagy épp egy pocsolyában
Star Trek: Sigils and Unions--Flash2371—The Time of the Maquis Uprising—24 hours remainingStar Trek: Sigils and Unions--Flash3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The 2305-series Starfleet Type-I hand phaser lay in pieces on the sixteen-year-old human boy’s desk. His dad had managed to hide the old weapon from the Cardassians when they’d beamed down for their first ‘security sweeps,’ but he hadn’t exactly managed to hide it from his own son. Hadn’t even noticed his prized phaser had been gone for three days already.
It baffled the boy, as he installed the beam collimator he’d managed to scrounge up, how his father could complain about the Federation as they abandoned their people to politics, how he could complain about the Cardassian jackboots and do nothing about it. He couldn’t even be bothered to tuck tail and run when the Cardies took over, let alone stand up and fight like the Maquis were doing.
And now, the boy marveled as he clicked in a power cell he
Game Industry Advice4studentsI was asked by an aspiring 3d artist who was about a year from actually attending college, for some advice about the gaming industry and this is what I had to say to her. She was specifically thinking about going to Digipen, which is the same college I went to. But the advice applies to just about any school that offers a program in "video game' 3d art.Game Industry Advice4students5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Well, there are a few things I'd suggest you do, if you have the goal of being a 3D Artist in the gaming industry.
First off, you need to really decide if you want to aim for the gaming industry or production film 3d.
Most schools that offer degrees in 3D Animation could go either way. The big animation projects that they all have you do are big prerendered, storyboarded 3d animated sequencees - which is obviously much more along the lines of film production. The limitations and techniques used in a planed out, storyboarded 30sec/1-2min animation are entirely different from the limitations and techniques used
CsigaA csiga nyálkástestű kis jószág, hasonlatos a rosszul megfőzött tésztához, amit róla neveztek el. Hátán gyakran hord mészből felépülő házat, ami külön jól jön télen, amikor nem kell társasházi rezsit fizetnie, bár legtöbb hasznát tagadhatatlanul akkor veszi, amikor támadóval kerül szembe. Ilyenkor szépen bevackol a házába, és elő se jön mindaddig, míg úgy nem gondolja, hogy hál'isten, elmúlt a veszély. Rafináltabb csigaevők ilyenkor szoktak aztán rárontani. Több fajtája ismeretes, így a házas tehát minimum élettársi kapcsolatban élő csiga, a meztelen csiga, mely az előbbivel ellentétben hajléktalan, a mély hangokat kiadó búgócsiga, amely a csörgőkígyCsiga6 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Angel... ::South Park::Kenny tapped the dirty window with the tip of his fingers while he stared outside and listened to the sound of the falling rain. It was almost dark now, even though it was no more then late noon. Only a faint tinge of red in the sky hinted that there was a sun behind the Colorado mountains.The Angel... ::South Park::6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He let out a sigh and walked away from the somewhat shattered window, and carefully slid himself onto his bed, making sure not to disturb anyone. He laughed a little as he stared at his bed; yeah, what a bed... more like a pile of old, dirty, used mattresses, accompanied by a stained old pillow. Well what to do? His family was very poor, and his father, Stuart, was just a drunken asshole incapable of keeping as much as one lousy job.
He turned upwards and faced the ceiling, and gazed into the cracks. His room was, as usual, covered with posters of bikini-clad women, but none of these caught his attention, because at that moment, his mind was elsewhere. He slowly and softly whistled a tune to himself
Jesus YouJesus You7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You gave hope to the weary
Sight to the blind
Peace to the soul of man kind
You bring light to the darkness
Calm to the chaos
You fight the good fight
You heal my brokenness and give me might
Patience in midst of the storm inside
Your love I will no longer deny...
The Problem of Letting a Nosferatu Get Your PhotoThe Very Unlucky Gangrel and the Problems of Letting a Nosferatu Get a Photo of YouThe Problem of Letting a Nosferatu Get Your Photo3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What do you want..?" The Nosferatu's face twisted into a deformed grin, showing his sharp teeth.
"Oh... nothing too much, boss... just a little something in exchange for us hacking those security cams..." The Gangrel looked at Gary Golden with a suspicious expression on her face. She definitely did not like where this was going. What was he going to ask her to do? To put camera's into LaCroix's bathroom? Egg the Tremere Chantry? Something equally as suicidal?
"Please continue Mr Golden... what do you want."
"A photograph of the first of LaCroix's lackeys who actually comes down here to speak with us rather than ordering us about... that being you, boss." She hadn't been expecting that.
"What? That's it?"
"That's it." She didn't like that insane smirk that was covering his face. While she liked most of the Nosferatu well enough, she didn't particularly trust the Primogen. She also didn't like bei
A poem for another friend I know and care aboutA friend I know from the south part of the East Coast,A poem for another friend I know and care about2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is who among ones I know. Plus, one I know quite well.
She brought my heart to it's peak,
I wouldn't know what to do without her.
She might have her ups ans downs,
but she might know I'm here for her 100%.
She lost her mother recently,
and things had been very rough on her lately.
I start to feel very worried about her,
I don't want to lose her and feel like it was my fault.
Hope she reads this and understands how I've been feeling lately,
she is one of my friends that I care about so very dear.
I wouldn't know what to do without her,
I don't want to feel like I'm alone or something.
I hope she'll be alright in the meantime,
I don't want to get depressed either in any sort of way...
The heat of SummerWhen June or earlier hits,The heat of Summer3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the heat wave and rain follows.
Some places could have droughts,
some might get hit by hurricanes occasionally.
When July rolls around,
the celebration of the birth of the U.S won't be far behind.
Vacation season comes in,
but who knows for how long.
August is the sign of when the fun will soon wrap up,
and preparations for school will bound to happen.
Father's Day is a time for fathers to spend time more with their families after hard at work,
but it only happens once a year though.
Beaches are the best places to have fun,
and possibly some awesome moments arise.
Basketball and hockey will reach their end for another season,
while other sports still in progress.
So the season of summer is sometimes the driest part of the year,
but sometimes can be wet because of the rainy weather.
And in early August marks a special occaaion,
which those who know me might already know.
Hourglass in LoveHourglass in Love1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Being able to time-travel at will would be awesome, but that's not how my ability works. Alas, I am usually stuck in the normal flow of time, counting the hours of work until I can go home and spend my real life with the man I love. Oh. I didn't tell you about him? Well, I guess that would make sense. He's just a typical person. Normal. Not like me.
Trying to keep things under wraps was a disaster. Well, let me back up and say that it worked for a while, but there was a point at which I had to tell him the truth and just hope that he believed me. And, lucky me, he did. Naturally, it took some evidence, but things worked out; just not immediately.
I met Ben on a dating website, believe it or not. I didn't go out looking for someone who'd immediately believe me about my ability (and I don't recommend you do it, either). In fact, I wasn't even thinking about time travel at all. At that point, I had thought it was a one time thing. A miracle
Sleepovers: A Style OneshotSleepovers: A Style OneshotSleepovers: A Style Oneshot7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Saturday nights meant sleepovers for Stan and Kyle. This had been going on every weekend for as long as they could remember, and this particular Saturday they were at Stans house. It was well past midnight, and they had already gotten ready for bed, so they turned off the video game system and wandered downstairs for water before calling it a night.
You boys getting ready for bed? Stans mother asked as they walked down the stairs. She was watching TV on the couch with her husband.
Yeah Mom. Were just getting some water, Stan replied as the two boys went into the kitchen.
After a few moments, Stan and Kyle emerged from the kitchen with cups of water and a box of Cheesy Poofs. Stan wished his parents good night as the boys headed upstairs.
Hey boys, Stans dad called after them, and they turned to face him. We were just wondering, how come you two never show any PDA?
Stan gave his d