WilliamWilliamMore Like This
I am beautiful and perfect.
I wonder what's outside the apartment building.
I hear the laughter of normal children, and
I see the games they play.
I want to be like them.
I am beautiful and perfect.
I pretend to love my prison, but
I feel terror when the bird comes.
I touch the darkness around me.
I worry my brother will leave me, and
I cry at the look in his eyes.
I am beautiful and perfect.
I understand that I am different, and
I say all I need is Sam.
I dream of a day outside, but
I try to be happy with only him.
I hope one day I can escape what I am because
I am beautiful and perfect.
Angels Die and Devils CryAngels Die and Devils CryMore Like This
This night studded with stars
Crystal tears the angels cry
Everyone is hurting with me alive
I am not with you
Everything I touched is
Streaked with blood
Thoughts of razor blades
In my sea of darkness
Nothing is alright
It hurts to never see
All my demons
That cry within
I am not with you
Sketch after sketch using lines of pain
Every dream I dream is the same
This night, flooded with darkness
Lost am I and lonely
Undeserving am I
A wilting flower in my hand
Fingers stuck to thorns
A white rose, red with blood
I am not with you
Playing with shadow men
My only friends in this
Sweet hell that never ends
This night ablaze with flame
Come to me
I cannot wait
I am torn, hurting, lying in pools
Of blood on the floor
I am not with you
I have never known
That which tears me apart
All is gone
All have lied
Nothing is right
All I do is hurt you
I am not with you
This night, reeking of death
Razorblades do the angels cry
All I hurt will soon be gone.
Woman's LamentPulsating pain, forsaking all thoughts of joyMore Like This
Everyday a struggle, unless there's a man around to castrate
Raging hormones turn a stroll into a path of destruction
Identifying the viscous ruthlessness that resides in all women
Ovaries let their presence be known
Death to all men, and to women, chocolate!
AngerMy anger drives me...More Like This
fuels my desires -
it pulsates deep in me
pushing for release...
it wells up and overcomes me...
My anger is like a pain deep in me...
it surges and swells...
driving me to deeper, darker passions...
pain... I need to feel pain...
need to drive this anger out...
pain...till I cry out in my rage...
screaming at the world...
screaming at the pleasure
that the pain brings....
screaming as my anger dissolves....
I am at peace...
You askedYou asked me if I have accepted my life.....More Like This
I have no answer for you...
there is so much I want to learn....
so much I want to experience....
I have accepted where I have come from....
accepted lessons learnt....memories made....
I have accepted that friends come and go...
accepted the marks they have left on my heart...
the good times and the bad times we shared...
have accepted who I am....
accepted my weaknesses...my strengths...
I have accepted that I am a work in progress.....
an unfinished work of art...
if this is what you meant then, yes I have accepted my life...
accepted that it is continually changing,
accepted that even though my dream is not yet reached...
it is there... I am not yet ready to grab hold of it....
someday soon....it will happen....
then in the endless circle of life...
I will find another dream to follow....
but in the meantime...
I have accepted my life!
From the ashesAshes all around, grey soft powdery ashesMore Like This
The fire has burned itself out and left just ashes for memories
As they cool, the wind lifts them , tossing them about
Now and then a red glow is seen but it is quickly extinguished
The ground looks drab and lifeless nothing stirs not a sound can be heard
Dead, all is dead disintegrated, lost in the angry roiling inferno
A watcher stands on a distant hill sorrowing over the senseless loss
At first his eyes dont notice the small movement
The ashes are stirring, shifting they are being pushed aside
A wing, a glorious fiery copper wing pushes its way through the ashes
Followed by the second wing the colours so beautiful, so bright
They make the watchers eyes burn
Slowly the head lifts out from under the wings
The watcher is filled with awe
As this magnificent creature unfurls its feathers
Revealing their deep, rich, fiery colours of Copper, ruby and gold
As the watcher stands amazed and awestruck
The wonderful, awe inspiring c
You tell me..I am confusedMore Like This
My brain follows tortured avenues
You tell me you are female
You tell me you want girl talk
You tell me you like pretty clothes
You tell me you worship me
I am confused
My brain struggles to assimilate this
You tell me you are male
You tell me you play rugby
You tell me you like women
You tell me you worship me
I am confused
My brain follows convoluted paths
Who are you, what are you
Jane or Paul, Paul or Jane
No matter who
No matter what
My heart accepts you as you are .
One day...One day when I am old and grayMore Like This
I will be wise,
I will know all the answers
I will not make mistakes
Till then I am learning
Till then I am growing,
I am enjoying my mistakes
One day when I am old and gray
I will be wise .
Dancing to her own beat...The girl stands alone,More Like This
Detached from the crowd
Her body rhythmically swaying
Her eyes look but dont see
She rocks, moving from side to side
An invisible wall surrounds her
She closes her eyes
Shuts the world out
The music fills her head
She feels it deep in her soul
The music enchants her
She dances, slowly, sensually
Moving to a beat all her own.
Sizzle and BurnDie witch dieMore Like This
You I am talking to you
You who steals childrens fathers
You who steals wives husbands
Die witch die
Die slowly, painfully inside
Your heart hammering in your chest
Your lungs struggling to breath
Your screams rending the air
Die witch die
Pain gnawing at your insides
Feel the pain from the children
Feel the anger from the wives
Feel it slowly killing your soul
Die witch die
Sizzle and burn in a hell of your own making
Sizzle and burn let flames of betrayal engulf you
Sizzle and burn , witch, sizzle and burn
A Pensive FallI want to fallMore Like This
New words for me
I mean them all
I've flown so high
And walked the sky.
Soak up the light
and float I might,
My heart it races,
Smiling as I face the stars
Wings carry me on to mars.
And yet I need to fall.
Going Blank.Here's a blank page.More Like This
And it's been so long since I've written that I have no idea what to do with it.
The little blinking line is tapping it's toe against the pixels impatiently.
It's waiting for something.
It's waiting for me.
And so is my therapist, she'll be waiting. Not yet, but she will be by 3:35.
It doesn't matter because trust me, I've been wasting more than five minutes of her time,
But she'll be waiting nonetheless.
She'll charge me in currency,
Thought I'm the one doing all the hard work of spilling my soul to her.
And trust me, it does spill, right from my eye sockets and onto the floor.
Her office is a harbor and I'm crying the ocean.
Maybe I'm just taking on water.
I mean half the time I don't have a clue what I'm even crying about.
But she does so I guess that means something.
But she can't bring the old me back.
She can't write my poems for me.
She can't paint my paintings or bring back my creativity.
She can't tell my jokes or smile my smile.
And neither can I anymore.
Keep It GoingThe dream you dreamed not long agoMore Like This
is always close at hand,
like firewood that needs a push,
rekindling as it's fanned.
To have the dream is half the work,
and only just the start;
you need to keep it raging strong
to satisfy your heart.
A nudge or two might be enough
to get it burning bright,
but dreams are made of purest love,
and worth the lasting fight.
I never listenThe doctor told me that I need more sunlight.More Like This
She said I should get outside more often,
But she doesn't know I've been living my entire life outside the lines.
Th psychic said I need to stop worrying so much.
She told me that the lines in my palms would turn into stress fractures
If I kept pounding my fists against walls I couldn't break.
The chiropractor told me that my skull is too reliant on my spine.
He said I need to learn how to keep my chin up
Because I'm always watching my step, but never looking ahead.
The gambler said that I spend too much time trying to rig the deck.
He told me I have to learn to enjoy playing the game,
But he'd speak differently if he knew it wasn't just cards hiding up my sleeves.
The surgeon told me that I need to spend less time worrying about my insides
And more time numbing the pain.
He tells me that being numb is always better than feeling too much.
The engineer said that I need to let off some steam steam.
He told me there's something wrong with the
I WouldI would take your handMore Like This
And waltz you around the room
If I could only reach you somehow
I would whisk you away
From all these unkind people
If I could just build up the nerve
I would whisper in your ear
Ever so quietly on your neck
Every urge you bring forth in me
I would bring you joy so unimaginable
And your heart would rejoice with mine
And we would lay, once again, side by side
InstrumentalistI want you to play me like a piano.More Like This
I want you to touch all my keys and figure out which ones make the prettiest sounds.
I want you to play me like a violin.
I want you to run your bow across my strings and taste happiness.
I want you to play me like a tambourine.
Hard sometimes, but soft when it needs to be.
I want you to play me like a flute.
I want you to touch your lips to the holes carved into my wrist and hum a tune into my veins.
I want you to play me like a guitar.
I want you to pick me up when you're feeling low and hold me to feel better.
I want you to play me like a triangle.
The simple kiss of one simple note. Love.
I want you to play me like a trumpet.
I want you to pick me up and let me shine.
I want you to play me like a saxophone.
Smooth and bluesy, deep and husky tones.
I want you to play me like the drums.
I want you to go with the flow, move to the sound, dance to my heartbeat.
AloneI walk a lonely hallwayMore Like This
Dark and cold
A house stands in the middle of the abyss
Tall and strange
I turn the knob of the front door
Quiet, too quiet
The door leads to another dark hallway
Yet, I tread like before, alone
Loved and LostI thought you loved meMore Like This
like i loved you..
I thought you cared enough
when i never noticed the lies..
When you left me
like I never existed...
I thought you understood
the feelings I had for you..
when things didnt go the way
we have hoped they become
I thought you knew better
than to walk away from me...
to know the pain deep inside...
pretending that there is nothing to feel
I thought you would always be there
when things were hard to control...
but you walked away from me
just like everyone else in my life...
What Became of Yesterday's Theatrics?Ode to morose pleasantriesMore Like This
Their vapors swallow my day
Burden the winds with gloomy ember
Conjurer of sorrows I dare not remember
And stew in contempt
Estranged from beating solace
I am stripped of fellowship lively and bold
When heartfelt companions were squandered and sold
Recall the nights of quivering elation
Firm and whole
Young with promise
They perished along with the caring few
Fated to die aside the morning dew
Ode to quiet scorn
Bland with mundane worry
True wonders rot in its hollow reign
For dreary silence has become their bane
What became of the lightening’s flair?
Of the pursuant thunder that had its way
What of the restless chatter of youth?
Unknowing of the morrow’s loom
Unfazed by its devilish bloom
While You Are MineHe said:More Like This
"I'm giving up, I'm dying alone;
heart on my sleeve, arm cut to the bone.
Reach out your hand and get pushed away.
Life is lonely so why should I stay?
Life is lonely, you're right about that.
We love 'til we can't and can't go back.
We flicker, then shine, then disappear.
Only you and I'll know we were here.
So let's sing 'Lay Me Down'
and admit we need this now.
There's exactly enough time
left in the sands while you are mine."
"There's a sadness that bubbles below.
It's calling out to swallow me whole.
Take my hand and I'll drag you back down;
away from the light, under the ground."
"That's a darkness that you have to fight.
It won't be easy, but it's what's right.
You don't need my hands, but here they are.
Take what you need to cover your scars.
Then I'll sing 'Lay Me Down'
because I know you need this now.
Maybe it's not the right time,
but I want you so I'll make you mine."
"I don't love you like I did before.
I tried to fake it, b
Throwback ThursdayYou know what I miss?More Like This
The simple days
Of aimless buses and trains,
Like magic carpets
That helped us to escape,
If only for a little while.
I miss the endless walks
That led to hours of
Shopping center shenanigans--
Spinning in desk chairs,
Petting that little blind kitten,
And reading anything
From cheesy joke books
To Frost's melancholic verse.
I miss cheap deli lunches,
Discounted coffee house milkshakes, and
Midnight conversations on the swings
At your old elementary school,
With the moon so bright that
I could see your T-shirt.
Remember that time when, hot chocolate in hand,
We followed the sound
Of live fiesta music
Sailing on the hollow winter air
Until we nearly crashed
A Hispanic family's party?
Or what about the moments
Of heartbroken silence
When we discovered
The ruins of a piano
At the church
That was once your daycare?
I remember climbing, barefoot,
Halfway up Ricky's fence
To watch his illegal fireworks
And stealing Mom's car
In the dead of night,
Just for store-bought C
Writing Tips: Avoiding Bad WorldbuildingOne of the first mistakes that a writer of speculative fiction (science fiction, fantasy, or supernatural horror) makes is front-loading every little bit of information of their world that they painstakingly made. One of the last mistakes that a writer of speculative fiction makes is giving stupid details of their world, unknowingly retconing things, and explaining things that don't need explaining because this usually ends their career or irreparably damages a franchise. Today's lesson is about "bad worldbuilding" because the hardest part of actually creating a fictional world is giving too much detail.More Like This
This one is going to be different for different types of media. For example, most television shows have a build-as-you-go kind of feel (think Fairly Odd Parents), while a series of novels is usually planned out from the beginning. As an aside, if you're planning out an entire series of novels, make sure that at least the very first one can stand completely on its own to the point where
You Deserve to SmileDo what you have to do to be happy.More Like This
Eat an entire chocolate cake,
Swallow all the pills you need to take -
'Medication' isn't a dirty word.
Wear a princess dress
Or a band t-shirt with
Jeans in distress -
Boy or girl or anything in between,
Stand before that mirror
Take a twirl
And see how beautiful you are.
Go for a run,
Have some fun,
Watch Netflix until your eyes burn,
Curl up in bed -
Take a vacation from your head.
Phone a friend
And talk for hours,
Or stay in your room
And wait for the darkness
To end -
No need to pretend,
Just do what you need.
Paint a picture
Or write a sonnet,
Or just sit still
And breathe -
Pick some flowers,
Just for yourself -
You are just as special
As anyone else.
astridi.More Like This
she is an asteroid,
through belted dresses
that skim past stomach
and smoothe her flaws
and soothe her faults.
an axis awakening;
bend like this, flex like that,
aspiration reminding her
with angry rotations
that she is still present
in her heavy astrosphere.
she is seeking absolution,
absolut and freefallen
she flirts with the night-
club lights like aurora floating
just out of reach
under an ashen sky
atlas stained with atlantic salt,
there is no hall unmarked
and these nights segue
she strips her face acoustic
no make-up, no need to wake up
an hour early for this adagio
addiction to adding,
always adding more to her skin
to hide the parts that
gasp and poison her vision
like asp assassins.
be quick or be dead,
she moves so slow.
she measures minutes
by an aftershock timeline;
stunned autumnal by bricks
crushed to powder,
she's stuck between the faults
as they line straight through her world;
You are someone's reason to liveShe had skin like a cactus-More Like This
could only hurt
anyone who got
she held what
the mechanisms of ocean waves When I was little, I loved sea foam.More Like This
Running forward to the shore, I would watch waves lap up at my feet and then recede, dragging the sand under my feet back with it. Sea foam would fringe the edges of these silky waves like lace, and I would grab at it, cup it in my hands. I would remember the origins of Aphrodite (born of sea foam, risen out of the ocean as the most beautiful goddess of all), and I would cradle it, hold it close to me, as if I could absorb it into my being.
By the time I brought the sea foam up to my face, it had leaked through my fingers, dissolved. Leaning down, I would cup it again and again and again, gathering fragile lace like a fine seamstress, hoping to maybe sew it onto the edges of myself, make myself some semblance of Aphrodite. Yet it crumbled, leaked through my fingers, leaving only the trace of salt behind.
Eventually I gave up on the sea foam. One cannot keep chasing after things that just barely exist.
My father told me never to plunge int
ConversationAnd I've been telling you, you know, how heavy the sun feels and how it makes my muscles jump like a bird's wings as it flutters gently down on a windowsill. I still have those glass bottles on my mantle where the morning light hits themstill there, full of colored water and seashells. And maybe I'll tell you how they light up the ceiling in blue and green and pale yellow just like they always have, like nothing ever changed.More Like This
I smell you on the sea air, sometimes, when it rushes in past the thin white curtains you helped me hang. They still bounce with every gust like exuberant dogs. And I've been telling you how the salt has most assuredly worked its way into my marrow now, and maybe if someone were to put me in a pie they'd find it too brackish for their taste. And then I wonder just how much you taste like the sea.
The ocean beats my heart for me nowadays. Even inside, even at night, I can feel each breaker rumbling through my sternum and radiating along my ribs. And I've been
A Refreshing DrinkMore Like This
A Refreshing Drink
Computers really don't like drinking tea.
Grave Robber's DowagerThe people of this town were just waiting to die. That was Maggie’s favourite thing about it, there was always business. Her husband used to go out at night and dig up someone who wouldn’t be missed. He’d have the body on the table in the basement before midnight. Maggie would strip the corpse of its clothing and its valuables. The clothes would be washed and resold, the valuables pawned off or kept depending on her mood.More Like This
Her husband would clean the body up and just as the very first rays of light were creeping over the horizon, a man with a cart would come by and take them away. It was a good living. Maggie and her husband were comfortable and proud of having such an efficient business.
Normally, the work never got to Maggie, but every so often she would buy a candle or a leather purse and wonder if it was someone she knew. That was silly of course, but every time it happened she couldn’t shake the feeling of ghosts hanging around her for days. Her husband unde
That one girlShe's that one girl you see with the pencil wovenMore Like This
between her skinny fingers
She's the one who sits in the corner
instead of the middle of the room
The one who's always last to speak
The one who's words are kept secret to everyone
Always the one who bites
her own tongue
She's the girl who's beautiful
but doesn't think the same way
She's the one who can't be convinced
of the talents she holds
The flare that ignites the lives of the people around her
but she can't feel the heat for herself
She is weighed down by the insecurities she slings
over her shoulders
She's unconvinced of her own style
her own special self
She's the girl who paints
She's the girl who draws
She's the girl who writes
But second guesses every stroke of her brush
to every letter she prints
Shes that one girl whose eyes display a world
all her own
But she sees a somber world
staring back at her
ImpressionsI'm no poet and I know itMore Like This
But your poems affect me and I wanted to show it
So I wanted to leave you something to remember me by
Even if my words carry the impact of a fly
That they live in your mind for three days and then die
I wanted to be more than a false impression
To be one of those memorable moments you mention
Those are the words I wished I said
As I laid my head down for bed
So I inked them down before they fled
Now as I drift off to sleep my thoughts I shed
To dream pleasantly instead
700I read a story once about a man who had six PhD's in six different fields. I don't remember what fields they were, but I was impressed - that much I remember. As I read on, it became clear that the reason he found so much success was his severe OCD. He was so consumed by the disorder that he read each page of each textbook hundreds of times. And I remember thinking it was crazy, insane, psychotic. But I guess it worked for him. So I forgot about the man with the six PhD's and the torturous perfectionism that some call "disorder."More Like This
Until I Met Candyce Karolyn Ethanson.
It was fourth grade and I called her names behind her back because she had to get on the swings so many times in a row that she never even swung. Before she could get on the swing well enough, recess was over. She cried when our teacher pried her from the swing-set, not allowing the repetition to continue. Then we went back inside for class and I remember seeing blood on her fingernails from where they were buried in her l
Machine-Part SincerityShe once said to me,More Like This
"Come. You be a gear right here,
and I'll be a pulley over there.
Together, we'll both obey
the lever's dream."
I lied to her when I said,
"I want nothing more."
Soul of a WriterI see a blank page, and I feel a spark inside my heart. The spark ignites my mind, raising its ever-glowing embers to a slowly building flame. The cold white blankness of the page angers me.More Like This
Wasted potential, that's what it is. Any space of white could be used. I stare into its emptiness and my mind begins to turn its gears. My hand itches for a pen.
I am a writer and my soul is fire. This page shall feel my flame.
I need to bring heat to the paper and that is what the words are. Hot. The black ink smolders on the white of the paper. The words charge from my mind, down my arm and on to the page.
They are the army of my soul, warriors of fire and ink. They enforce my will upon the cold of the paper; bringing the stories in my mind to life on the page, and the more ink on the page, the more fire for my mind. The warriors of words fight back the emptiness, charging into it and slashing away with flaming swords lighting the page aflame.
It is a soul-powered machine, constructing my linguis
Random techniquesMore Like This
Neh.... what... is the purpose of life...?
What can it be used for?
...For whom am I born onto this world?
I always reach for the light that is shining far away... and yet never quite manage to touch it.....
....Do I have a reason to live at all....?
Or is it... for her....?
Don't leave me... please....
I grasped tightly onto him, "PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME!"
"...." He didn't turn back towards me
The door slammed closed
...I'm alone again.....
I sobbed, cried, wailed... but no one heard me, my calls never reach anyone.
"Everyone has a purpose" They has said before, smiling like they've just conquered the world.
I don't see my purpose of been alive....
...Not when the person I love have stopped loving me
I smiled, giggled, then laughed as we danced around the garden. Pink sakura flowers covered the earth softly like a carpet.
My heart felt warm, I haven't smiled like that since two years.
You laughed along with me, wrapping your hands around mine.
Movie Intro[Man sitting in his room painting a picture of a woman]More Like This
[Flashes images of woman in painting screaming and bloody for a split second several times]
[Man puts down his paint brush and shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts and walks
away from the painting]
[Wide shot of a cafe exterior, afternoon]
[Man walking into cafe]
[Man goes to sit at a table in the corner alone, shot from behind waitress as he orders a coffee, man stares at the table and fidgets for a little while until waitress returns with coffee]
[Man grabs a nearby magazine and sips coffee for a short while when woman from painting comes up to his table and asks him if he needs anything else]
[Man looks up at woman briefly]
[Woman is smiling and suddenly her face twists and snarls at him]
[Man jumps up from his seat and drops coffee on the floor and runs out of the door]
[Man pushes his hair back, panting and keeps backing away from the restaurant for a few seconds, then starts running home]
[Man is shown in his room cry
End of the World?"End of the world?" Richard looked up from his newspaper. "Bollocks! The world will always be here. What you really mean is it's the end of humanity!"More Like This
Dumping the paper down on the curb next to him he got to his feet. "If the crazies with shotguns or the blasted zombies don't get us all, this waiting will! I say lets go out with a little style! What d'ya think, Mertle? Shotgun or chainsaw?"
Unfortunately for Richard, the voice he heard answer him was nothing beyond his own mind because Mertle was in fact, an old microwave sitting on the street, with a smile drawn on her glass face in bright red lipstick.
"You're right! Let's take both!"
Fish and Frog.A Frogologue.More Like This
Frog is sitting on a log that is lying across a small pond.
Fish is swimming around in that pond.
Frog: We are all objects moving through space and time.
Fish: You are not moving; you are sitting. Neither am I moving through space; I am moving through water.
Frog: Mere quibbles, Quibbler. The water and the log are both moving through space as the world turns, and because you are in the water and I am on the log, we are moving too.
Fish: I object.
Fish: You said I was an object so I am objecting.
Frog: Ha, ha, very funny, Tiddler.
Fish: My name is Fish.
Frog: To me you are a tiddler. I am old and wise beyond your imagining.
Fish: You have no idea of what I can imagine. Besides, there's a lot I don't even need to imagine, such as pompous frogs on logs.
Frog: I rise above you, in
DementiaThe old man sits with stooped back.More Like This
The room is cold, just like his hands.
Thoughts have wandered like small children.
He wonders if he will see home again.
Thoughts have wandered home again,
with stooped backs and cold hands.
The room sits with the old man.
Like small children, he wonders if he will see cold.
Back stooped with thoughts, he wanders.
Like a child the small room sits, wondering.
Home again is cold.
The old man will see with his hands.
Thoughts have wandered with stooped backs.
The cold hands sit with the old man.
He wonders if he will see like small children.
The room is home again.
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small personal update??i don't really think that i'm genderfluid anymoreMore Like This
i used to feel like it fit me
but the more that i thought about it the more it just
didn't feel like me
and for a while i was too nervous to admit it
but now i decided that i should go ahead and do so
since now i think that i've found something that better describes how i feel
(the term being demigirl)
i thought of this being a better fit for me
because i found that i don't really like being referred to as 'he'
and i don't really feel like a guy... ever
my preferred pronouns are still she though!
that's about all i have to say on the matter-
thanks for reading lol---
Adventureing -Drawing and Exploring!Keeping you guys updated on happenings in my (rather busy) life!More Like This
Because I love long fights and jet-lag I decided to travel over to Australia for the second time this year! XD
Sydney and Perth this time~ for Supanova!
I had a good few days before the show to explore and sort things out over there. But I managed to completely screw up my body clock when I slept through my alarm (earplugs too successful) and sleep for 16 hours on the second night! Arg! There's 10 hours time difference England to Australia, and it's their winter so it's harder to reset your body lock as there's less sun. I was out there for 3 weeks and I honestly only got on track with sleeping wen it was time to go again! XD Oh well... I still did it!
Many of you saw I put out a call for helpers, and four awesome ladies were chosen to help the cause on the southern hemisphere
Two super girls helped me in Sydney -Amy (ArmadaPaw) and Cait
Handmade music video featuring Marvel charactersYes, you read right. I want to pre-announce you I'm in charge of an entire ANMATED IN STOP MOTION AND FILMED IN REAL LIFE 4:30 min long music video featuring Fallen, Kurt and a lot of characters who are their family in one way or another. And I'm completely serious here, this video will be finished. I won't yet tell you what song will it be for, but I believe most of you will think it fits to what the video will showMore Like This
Every featured character will have their personal moment in the video, but I can't give you too much details yet, because how far we can go with filming this will depend on a couple things. Among them finding 3 more actors, and I won't settle for anyone who's not perfect for their role. The characters that will be featured are:
- Kurt "Nightcrawler Wagner
- Jennifer "Fallen" Grace
- Raven "Mystique" Darkholme
- Amy "Ametria" Grace
- Margali & Hans Szardos
- Irene "Destiny" Adler
- Anne-Marie "Rogue" D'Ancanto
There might also be Professor Xavier if we
An important thing to remember...A wonderful friend of mine shared with me this article, and I really wanted to share it with everyone because I know there are people out there like me, who feel defeated or untalented, and I wanted to help lift your spirits just as mine were lifted.More Like This
How to Stay Focused When You Get Bored Working Toward Your Goals
by James Clear | Read this article on JamesClear.com
We all have goals and dreams, but it can be difficult to stick with them.
Each week, I hear from people who say things like, “I start with good intentions, but I can’t seem to maintain my consistency for a long period of time.”
Or, they will say, “I struggle with mental endurance. I get started but I can’t seem to
I got married today - 7/7/13I would like to announce that I got married today, to the love of my life… :iconkyupol: He is my husband now and I love him very much. So believe that you can find love on deviantART. ~_^More Like This
Some News I Think You All Should KnowHello everybody I just wanted to wish you all a good day, and tell you that I think every one of you is beautiful. And not just in some, conventional, cliched way. I think you all have a beauty that exceeds you, a beauty that is untapped and unharnessed. A beauty that represents you, and you alone. A beauty undefined by man, and confusing to all. But I think that that's what makes it true beauty. I think that that's what makes it beautiful. I think that that's what makes YOU beautiful. Embrace it, love it, share it. Because no one on this Earth can know and understand your beauty like you can. Until again, my lovelies.More Like This
My FanFiction.net account!! --> JacksonKid3
(And, PS, if you've never been to the site, just go to the search bar in the top right corner of the home page, and the button that says Story with the drop down arrow next to it, click on that, and choose Writer. Type JacksonKid3 into the search bar next to it(capitals don't matter), and then enter. I should
Just A Thought To Think OnRoses are red, violets are blue,More Like This
Why is it so hard, for men to stay true?
Though on the same token, and very rarely spoken,
Women aren't exactly little angels, either.
Lilies are white, and dirt is brown,
Why do women always whine and frown?
Though for what it's worth, somewhere on this Earth,
There is a man that you just can't stand, too.
And as true as grass is green, and that sticks don't bend,
Doesn't this all come out to just the same end?
Doesn't this mean that we're all just hypocritical liars?
Doesn't this mean that both genders kinda suck?
Update...For the fans of my Naruto FanComic, Crimson & Clover... An Itachi & OC story, it will be updating once again in a week or two tops. Sorry for hiatus, stay on the look out for it, it will be updating soon.More Like This
Also, as far as writing is concerned I'm mostly writing articles of my own, or rants if you prefer to call them.
This is a series of my personal beliefs/observation and study. From Spiritual to Scientific to Political to Philosophical. I try to keep an open-mind and wish to expand my knowledge and the knowledge of other's. Please keep an open-mind when reading and enjoy. Reviews of all kinds are welcome. Warning: Politically Incorrect Content.
You'll also see these rants in my Facebook if you're friends on there with me, if we're not message/note me asking me to friend you on Facebook, if you want.
Other than that... Still moving, still busy, staying in the Faith and spreading Gos