How My Business WorksHow My Business Works in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
What I Can Learn From YouDon't tell me what you don't like.What I Can Learn From You in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm not interested.
Because what you don't like is
simply what you don't understand.
Instead tell me what you do like.
Because that is what you understand.
That is what I can learn from you.
Wait for meWait for me in Free Verse More Like This
You pulled my body to yours
Your lips taste like June
And your skin like summer rain
Wait for me,and I'll come-soon.
I want to know your dreams.
The ones on the inside of your eyelids
Those wrapped into the smell of my lashes
And the purple dust I'll always need.
I live for the touch of your fingers.
Then,our bodies start to burn.
I need you close,so close.
Wait for me,and I'll return.
Don't let the snow take our love.
Without your love,there is no me.
Cause I have no ordinary lucks.
And I have no ordinary sins.
You should know I'll always be there.
We left marks on each other's skin.
For us,there is no end.
I'll stand beside you when you leave.
List O' WedgiesList O' Wedgies in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It’s safe to assume that ever since people have worn pants there has been the complaint of fabric packing itself into the tight space of any butt crack it could find. The annoyance of having material bunched up in the back and the shame of having to deal with it in public has plagued mankind for centuries. This unbiased felon went unnamed for many years of its undie-scrunching spree until an unknown genius gave it a name: wedgie.
Once underwear started becoming increasingly available to everyone with a variety of fabrics and styles to choose from the runway was set for the wedgie to begin its true reign of terror. The almighty wedgie quickly became a feared weapon in the bullys’ arsenal of tactics. Just saying the word would make band geeks’ clench their butt cheeks in fear and fill fetishists’ stomachs with butterflies as they let their waistbands peek out for an easier target.
Leaving a trail of shredded fabric, enlarged leg holes,
AmericaXReader~ The Face of a Nation: PrologueAmericaXReader~ The Face of a Nation: Prologue in Short Stories More Like This
Since the beginning of civilization, there have been rumors of people who look just like me and you except for a slight difference.
These people embody countries.
They age at an extremely slow rate and are practically immortal. As long as their embodied country isn't destroyed, that is.
For years these have been nothing more than rumors, wives' tales and the occasional conspiracy theory but as we're progressing into the modern age of information; I'm starting to think otherwise.
Lately, there've been sites popping up about a man whose been reoccurring in pictures that span throughout American history. But although his clothes and appearance have often changed by the decade, you can still tell it's the same man.
Hair the color of amber waves of grain
Eyes like the shining sea
And with some form of glasses or another but the thing struck me the most was his hairstyle. There, on his head was the most peculiar cowlick I've ever seen; it stood straight up, tall and proud, ju
Wilted RoseWilted Rose in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She wraps herself in somber lies
Step out of the rain, don't drown my dear.
Consumed by grief and doubt, she cries
She has but nothing left to fear.
She squanders love as it comes her way
Step into the light, don't hide my dear.
With a wistful plea, she begs him to stay
But does her frail heart prove sincere?
She regrets letting him slip though her fingers
Step out of the cold, don't shiver my dear.
On the tip of her tongue, her lost love lingers
The sorrow foretold that they wouldn't cohere.
Streams of scarlet run down her shoulder
Step into the darkness, don't wither my dear.
All she needs is for someone to hold her
Someone to listen as she sheds a tear.
Silence becomes her, as still as the night
Step into the warmth, don't freeze my dear.
To take that plunge off a bridge, she might
Only to bring forth the end that is near.
She carries on her tenuous life
Step away from it all, don't weep my dear.
Cutting her deep like the sharpest knife
This state of apprehension won't disappear.
Love Reaps part 6Love Reaps part 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"If only I could always travel that way," Daemon murmured to himself, straightening his shirt and jacket. "Just need to wait for " At that moment I landed on his back, sending him face first into the ground.
"Um are you alright?" I asked sheepishly, blushing violently. Sitting on his strong, yet comfy back.
"Once you get off me, yes!" he exclaimed, turning his head, showing the dirt that was smudged over his face. I crawled off his luxurious back. He stood up and straightened himself again. "You could have stuck the landing?"
"Well tell that to Randy, who pushed me in or well down," I replied irritably, thinking about that sharp nosed freak.
"He may not seem the best," he said, brushing the dust off his sleek leather jacket. "But he's absolutely loyal, and does everything he's ever been ask. I know this, cause I've worked with that Randy for years." I sighed.
"I never said he wasn't, I just dislike him," I said snootily, he just simply rolled his purplish eyes. "By the w
Broken PiecesBroken Pieces in Short Stories More Like This
It's been over three months, and it's clear that the time is drawing closer to a possible death. He's broken his limit over and over, time and time again now nothing more than a shell of what he could be in this new life. A reformed demon, refined and transformed by a sheer moment of stupidity and lust of Sebastian Michaels. Ciel Phantomhive, once a powerful earl beyond his years and human age lies barely conscious in the floor. His small frame has sunk into itself proudly displaying his skeletal frame. Those lovely eyes that Sebastian has come to love more deeply have remained shut for days now, sometimes Sebastian almost wishes Ciel would just die and fade into nothing as he should've on the island years ago.
"Young master," Sebastian whispers, in the young demon's ear, gently sweeping back some of his dark grey hair, "Please, do not make me ask again."
Ciel shakes his head, turning his head into the floor shielding his face from the disappointed one of his loyal servant, "No...I do
MarcoMarco in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Sopravvissuta a 'n amore, er più dolce,
sentivo la voglia de sta' un po' da sola.
Tornavo alla vita con il contagocce,
ma appena t'ho visto... nodo alla gola.
Mani possenti, dentro 'e saccocce.
Te sei avvicinato e senza parola,
sguardo che scioglie anche le rocce,
m'hai fatto 'n sorriso... a me, tutta viola!
"Me chiamo Marco" hai detto impacciato.
M'avessero dato un cielo de carta...
le stelle, i tuoi occhi, avrei disegnato.
Me so' sciolta tutta: "Ciao... sono Marta".
De colpo me sento 'no Stato assediato.
Sei tu il mio guerriero, vieni da Sparta.
L'Amore ricama le strade del fato
co' cura e premura, come 'na sarta.
M'hai letto negli occhi... poi m'hai baciato.
M'hai stretto sur collo le tue grosse dita.
Quello che ero l'ho già cancellato...
Disegnami adesso, mia dolce matita.
Parlando me dici che fai pugilato.
Ma tu m'hai già stesa, presa e rapita!
Marco... stupendo l'averti incontrato,
l'amarti un momento o tutta la vita.