RainbowsRainbows4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Arch across the sky
With a spectrum of colors
Fading at the ends.
Does it meet the ground?
Is there a pot of gold coins?
Resting at the ends.
Red, orange, yellow
Green and blue and indigo
Ending with violet.
Appear after rain
The water refracts the light
Its like a prism.
SebastianxCiel - Dreams Pt2SebastianxCiel - Dreams Pt26 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ciel stepped a foot out and onto the cold hard floor, it landed heavily. Following; his right foot. His body weighed down with water, Ciel allowed the cold air to punch him. He walked slow to the bathroom sink and splashed his face. He looked up into the mirror and met his own eyes. Slowly he began to shake from the freeze of his wet skin and the atmosphere. His wet hair lay in thick strands over his eyes. He pushed them out of his face, so his ocean eyes were visible. Slowly he leaned closer to the mirror's reflection, leered towards himself.
The dreams had been becoming more frequent. Once a week, every other day, every night, twice a night. His sleep interrupted by flashes of Sebastian's twisted smile, Sebastian's lips, hot bodies, whirring emotions, gasps for breath. He cursed at his reflection. He cursed his thoughts that caused the dreams. Slight fear of embarrassment, growing slowly to paranoia. Maylene, one of the Phantomhive household's workers, had asked Ciel why he
BustedBustedBusted7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ricky Bobby walked with purpose, long strides carrying him briskly down pit lane toward the infield garage area. Clutching his parcel somewhat tightly beneath his left arm, he did his best to keep a steady gait: not lingering, but not hurrying. He couldnt risk looking suspicious, and he could only pray to sweet baby Jesus and the Lord above that he didnt look half as guilty as he felt--a thief in the night, stealing away from the scene of a crime. Only, it was broad daylight, and his contraband was out in plain view. Ricky couldnt help but feel that this was something better done after dark, obscured by the cloak of night.
Man, oh man. If anybody caught me with this
Subconsciously, Ricky clutched the inconspicuous paper package still tighter beneath his arm, guarding his secret as if it possessed the power to end the world. And in its own perverse little way, it could have.
One more turn around the corner and Ricky broke into a
The Love of a Demon"Will it hurt?" Ciel whispered. Truthfully, he was frightened to death. But his feelings were gone. All that was left was a silent acceptance. He was already dead in one sense. The only thing he was frightened of anymore was knowing that Sebastian wouldn't be with him any longer.The Love of a Demon5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"A bit," Sebastian dutifully acknowledged. If Ciel weren't subdued, he would have smirked. Sebastian would never lie to him. "But I can make it as gentle as possible-"
"No!" Ciel's eyes widened before he realized he was being too demanding. In a quieter voice, he said, "No, don't make it gentle. Burn the pain into my soul . . . for all the wrongdoings I've done in my lifetime. Please, Sebastian."
A smile-a gentle one, not a satirical smirk-appeared on Sebastian's handsome features. Slowly, he got down to his knee and placed his right hand over his heart as he said sincerely, "Yes . . . my lord."
Ciel sighed and leaned back against the stone bench. Finally, finally, he could put his mind at rest. Life . . . it
All-American BoysAll-American Boys9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He couldn't sleep again. The full moon shone brightly through the open window, but it wasn't the light that was keeping Jean Girard from the refuge of sleep. He was distracted.
Jean slid as silently as he could off of the bed so as not to wake Gregory. He walked to the open window and looked out at the empty streets of the midnight hour. It was such a lonely time, and it fit Jean's mood completely. It wasn't that he was physically alone, he had Gregory, but Jean continually felt alienated no matter what company surrounded him. His mind was always elsewhere and it was beginning to try Gregory's normally content disposition.
Poor Gregory, Jean didn't mean to be so unaffectionate with him. It wasn't as if he didn't love him anymore, quite the contrary, but Jean no longer felt passion burn through him when he made love to Gregory. He supposed they were just sinking into the marital routine all couples must eventually succumb to, when the love
No Poetic Words...There are no poetic words for this,No Poetic Words...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no P.H.D perfection to this,
only the words from the deepest,
darkest of places in my heart
I miss you-
I miss your hand in mine,
I miss your cheeky boyish smile,
I miss your warm body holding mine,
I miss your middle of the night calls,
I miss it all.
I want you-
I want you here with me,
sitting by the crackling fire,
wrapping presents for the nearing Christmas;
I want you to laugh with me,
and hold me,
I want you to miss me.
I have no poetic words,
I don't pretend to be a poet.
I have no perfect words,
nor perfection elsewhere,
I have nothing to offer;
only my heart,
my longing for you.
.Abuse.Broken hearts hurt way too much,.Abuse.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heart starts dying, tears and such.
I don't know why this hurts like hell,
I hate it when you scream and yell.
Through my eyes, it was all so dark,
I tried to hide those scars, that mark.
Get away from me, I want to be alone,
Especially when you hit me, and even break a bone.
You push me back, as I fall to my knees,
I don't know what to do, how to please.
My friends were all right about you,
But I was lovestruck and had no clue.
It's over now, but I lie 6 feet under,
During the rain, during the thunder.
He sets flowers on my grave, full of regret,
Something like this is hard to forget..
45 Consejos para crear un buen Logotipo45 Consejos para crear un buen Logotipo3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
45 CONSEJOS PARA DISEÑAR UN BUEN LOGO
Algunos dirán que las reglas se hicieron para romperlas, pero primero hay que conocerlas.
1. No utilizar más de tres colores.
2. Elimina todo lo que no sea absolutamente necesario.
3. La tipografía debe ser fácil de leer, aún para personas de la tercera edad.
4. El logo debe reconocerse al instante.
5. Crea una forma única para el logo.
6. Ignora completamente lo que tus padres o espos@ piensan acerca del diseño.
7. Confirma que el logo sí convence a más de tres personas.
8. No combines elementos basados en logos populares y digas que es un trabajo original.
9. No utilizar clipart bajo ninguna circunstancia.
10. El logo debe verse bien en blanco y negro.
11. Debe ser reconocido cuando se invierta.
12. Se debe reconocer a diferentes tamaños.
13. Si el logo contiene un icono o símbolo en conjunto con un texto, posicionarlos de forma que se complementen uno a otro.
14. Evitar modas pasajeras
Those Eyes That SeeHe always told himself that he didn't close his eyes when he kissed Carley becauseThose Eyes That See8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
she was so damn hot.
He always told himself that he didn't close his eyes when he kissed Susan because
he liked watching her face.
But he could not explain away just how easily his eyes had fluttered closed when he
kissed Jean Girard.
Ricky Bobby had grown up with the idea in his head that when you kissed someone you
really cared about you closed your eyes. If you didn't then you came off as wanting
the kiss to be over as soon as possible.
This strange notion of Ricky's was brought about by years of watching his mom try
to date different men. At the the end of each date, the poor fool would walk this
mama up to the porch and make his move. Ricky, who always watched from a window,
never saw his mom so much as blink when they kissed her. Neither of them saw any of
the men again.
Susan smiled from across the table, lifting her glass of wine to her lips and
taking a long drink.
I started to think about youa.I started to think about you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't think it's the loneliness
that gets me in the end.
Well I can play my own songs now
and you can listen to what I choose to strum.
Maybe you'll miss me for a moment
cause my voice once might have made you cry,
but you know we have plenty to keep us busy.
I'd be lying if I said that
you've disappeared after all this time,
because every boy I meet
turns into a beautiful monster
trying to ensnare me in his words.
Stay under my bed, cause I won't invite you in.
I'm stronger than anyone I know
(but I wish I didn't have to be) and
(I wish I didn't have to start over) and
(I wish I didn't hate everyone before I said hello) and
(I wish) ah, wishing never did me any good anyway.
I have discovered that it's a big world
and I was living in a dark cave.
I'm taking the exit,
and I am bathing in the light
and it hurts it hurts to drag myself
into this lonely landscape.
But god if I can make it up here
I need not worry about emptiness.
I don't think it's the l
Poem of friendship~Our friendship is an unbreakable bond,Poem of friendship9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
stronger than any gale force wind,
lasts longer than eternity itself,
filled with happiness and fun,
looking at the moon and the sun,
I'm reminded of the good times we have had,
Never wanting our friendship to become bad,
being your friend makes me glad,
your kind words will always keep me from being sad,
as you have been there for me,
and I have been there for you,
our friendship will grow stonger,
it brings to mind an incredible view,
of a poem dedicated to you~
This is for you Naruto-girl~ ^_^
FateFate11 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Beautiful weather today.
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. Um… God?
PETER. Not to be rude, but… your name is God?
GOD. I am God. Or at least I was God.
PETER. I… see.
GOD. You don't believe me.
PETER. Would you?
GOD. No. But it doesn't matter whether or not you believe in me.
Consejos para designersConsejos para designers6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
10 cosas que no te enseñan en tu escuela de diseño
El paso del mundo académico al laboral es siempre difícil, particularmente para quienes trabajamos en el campo del diseño porque nos vemos obligados a aprender las condiciones en las que se trabaja sobre la marcha.
Este post recoge 10 cosas que habitualmente no te enseñan pero deberías saber para dar el salto al mundo profesional.
1. Tu diploma no te ayuda a encontrar trabajo
Pero tu portafolio sí. Por supuesto que es bueno tener una educación en diseño y un título que lo pruebe, pero cuando se trata de obtener dinero de tus clientes ellos quieren ver de lo que eres capaz, no un diploma.
2. El buen diseño lleva tiempo, no fijar fechas límites muy ajustadas
Cuando estás en la escuela de diseño los profesores fijan las fechas de entrega de los trabajos y tratan de darte el tiempo suficiente. Tu jefe o tu cliente no serán como tu profesore
CAUTION caution:CAUTION5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hearts may be
I'm not PerfectI'm not perfect,I'm not Perfect5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't wake up with my hair smooth and shiny...
I don't always smell like my perfume,
I don't always look like I came out of a magazine.
My face gets oily and sometimes I break out,
I can't just eat a salad for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I like sappy romance movies,
the kind of books that make you realize that
relationships will never be perfect.
When I sit I look kinda chubby ( or so I think),
I don't wear size 00 jeans.
I don't shop at Hollister or Aeropostle.
My hair isn't blond,
and my eyes aren't blue.
My breasts may not be as big as you like,
and my hips may be wide.
My lips aren't big and pouty,
my teeth aren't in a straight line.
I sometimes feel the need to eat 4 bowls of ice cream,
or fries with cheese whiz.
I may get tired a bit too early,
I don't always have the most energy.
I feel content sitting on the couch
watching House re-runs,
and episodes of Law and Order: SVU.
If you ask, I'll always try and tell you the truth.
I make stupid decisions,
Suicidal DreamDeath keeps running through my headSuicidal Dream8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like some lengthy song
Would it be a surprise to you
If one day I was suddenly gone
Its always my death that gets planned out
In these sick and twisted dreams
But I know that it would be pointless
You wouldnt care, it seems
I can tell that Im asleep
But each death seems so real
Each time I scream, each time I bleed
I only wonder how youd feel
Im only living to watch over you
Or else I would have been dead long ago
But youll never see thats why Im still here
I refuse to let you know
But these thoughts are still clouding my mind
Should I live or should I die
Id be better off without you near
But without you is only a lie
I may be weak, but Im just strong enough
Ill know that Ill pull through
But Ill never make it because of me
I live each day for you
Within just a few seconds
We could be torn apart
But thats all youve wanted
Right from the start
If I were gone, wo
ImpossibleI consider myself a good person, helping, caring, studying, I have never hurt anyone in my life, I love to love and to be loved and for once in my life I had it all, everything I hoped for, I don't believe in karma anymore since all I had once is now gone. I'm here alone, abandoned, punished for loving a wonderful person; she is now submerged in sadness and cries; it's hard to even see her now. We are both apart, separated by her heartless mother who thinks I'm no good for her.Impossible5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Beautiful pearl skin, shiny brown hair, tender, sweet and the greatest person you could ever find; today the glow of her face is gone, it's been taken away from me. I walk the streets thinking of her, remembering her touch, her smell, her beautiful laughter and her bright eyes looking right back at me, telling me that I was loved, that I was cherished by a beautiful heart loved by a wonderful soul.
Today it's been two months since the last day I saw her, a year since we first met, twelve months not sp
Will You Be My Lover?Will you be my lover?Will You Be My Lover?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thoughts of your hands running down my back
Feeling the brush of your lips against mine,
One mind, One Body entwined.
Will you be my lover?
Eyes burning with desire.
Breathe warm and tender.
Hearts racing faster than ever before.
Will you be my lover?
Aching, lusting, wanting you next to me forever,
In my soul where you always belonged,
Let it be the day when we can share each second together.
Will you be my lover?<i>
brokenHer words are meaningless just like her lifebroken10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's always been about the pain, it's always been about the strife
She calls his name out from the dark
Her heart is dead, he left his mark
She screams out loud to soften the pain
Her tears they come, like falling rain
The notes she writes, he tears apart
He abandoned her there, and stole her heart
She feels so used, so broken, so bent
All the words he told her, he never meant
She lies awake and wonders why
She crosses her heart and hopes to die
ten things i hate about me.10.ten things i hate about me.5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i hate how sometimes i can't get you off of my mind. how when your here suddenly the world stops rotating just so i can look into your eyes and see where i think i'm supposed to belong. i hate the way i look at you like i expect something.
i hate how i push you. i push you to believe - in yourself, in me, and in us. you never will, though. and you've told me that quite a bit. you'd think i'd know to shut my mouth, but i don't. i'm sorry.
i hate the way i look at myself - like i'm not good enough for the world, good enough for you.
i hate how i believe number 08.
i hate how i live for your voice - for you to call me, to text me back. i hate the way i yearn for you to kiss me so i can see how even your breathing would be as our lips touched. i hate the way i stare at you all the time and when you ask me whats wrong i say that everything is perfect but really it isnt because im not in your arms.
i hate how i cant keep secrets.
i hate how you're so cool about ev