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This Old Soul"This Old Soul"More Like This
This old soul is an empty canvas in need of color
It's pale infrastructure lacks confidence and code
The barren wasteland that's inside my body
Is no different than that lonely road
You know, the one that nobody takes
The one that's covered with potholes and snakes
The road that leads to nowhere fast
Is where I find myself currently at
This old soul is a dark, empty cavern
That is uncharted on every map
While trying to locate myself
I fell into my horrid trap
If you were to try to examine it still
I can't be responsible for what you find
Like the images of crashing cars
I'd lose my grip or lose my mind
This old soul is th
Complexities"Complexities"More Like This
What kind of father throws his own son
Out into the unknown to wander alone?
A father who if he didn't think his son could make it
Would not have sent him out there to roam
What kind of daughter hides secrets
From the kindness of her mother's care?
The kind who wants to protect her mother
And instead turns to God for prayer
What kind of son walks around
Concealing drugs in his backpack?
A son who doesn't want to see
His father resorting to that
What kind of annoying brother
Gives his sister's boyfriend a hard time?
One who doesn't want to see her hurt
Because love can sometimes blind
What kind of best friend hurts you
Or
To BurnI want to set my skin on fireMore Like This
With Death’s icy embrace.
I want to make my head stop
And my broken heart race.
I want to fade into black
Like fog over the sea.
I want to save them the bother
Of worrying about me.
I want to bleed myself white
Until I really am just a shell.
I want to miss out on heaven
Just to escape this cursed hell.
I want to see her face again
So I can tell her my regret.
I want her face to leave me
So that I can maybe forget.
I want my friends to be happy
But I stop that from being so.
I want to lose all control
And let the red blood flow.
I want to leave this place
And abandon all breath.
I want to do something
Evil, Beautiful, FirefliesI'm covered in fireflies;More Like This
All up and down my legs.
They sleep in my skin
And hide my sin,
My precious red fireflies.
They ignite my body
And set it ablaze.
They turn all of my pain
Into a crimson haze,
My precious red fireflies.
They burn through flesh
In a criss-cross mesh
And spread their wings
All over me,
My precious red fireflies.
They hum silently,
Painfully,
Whispering away my shame.
They burn brightly,
Painfully,
Setting my blood aflame,
My precious red fireflies.
I hate them but they love me
But nobody can ever see
Because they refuse to leave.
Not that I want them to;
Because they care,
They understand
More than you ever could
messy thoughtsregret, hate, fear, sadness.More Like This
writers block, speechless,
wandering aimlessly, lost.
how did this all come to be?
how is it all who've wronged me,
have a perfect life, happy ending
crying, hiding, screaming,
sleepless nights, tired,
sitting alone, forgotten.
why am i the one only paying?
i know i did wrong, but why,
why don't they get the same pain?
rage, anger, pain,
blinded, shaking,
over taken, weakened.
what makes it right?
the ones who harm, and lie
always get what they want in life.
depressed, fed up,
forgettable, worthless,
not worth love, happiness.
when did this become right?
the ones who cheat and lie,
are given everything, no
Abortion: The Guy's Point of ViewYou're a liar, do you know that?More Like This
You told me you loved me, you told me you'd always be there for me, but yet...you do the one thing that hurts more than death.
You take away my child, you rip him from the world like he is a doll.
I don't care if you aren't religious, hell, I'm not religious either! I don't care if it is your body, if you claim that you have "Women's Rights". That was MY baby too, that was my child, my future! My happiness, joy, sorrow...my everything! And because of your selfish heart, you chose to take him away from me.
What were you thinking?
Were you embarrassed, were you ashamed!
I would have helped you, I would have
Suicidal LullabyDon't cry now baby,More Like This
you're almost dead.
The tears are flowing
from what they've said.
Rivulets of red
from wrists you've slit.
You had tried so hard,
but couldn't quit.
You're all alone now;
your friends have gone.
Your heartbeat's slowing;
you won't see dawn.
Your life fades away
with ev'ry breath.
You are too far gone
to escape death.
Wipe away your tears,
and be at peace.
You're so close to
final release.
Burial if you find thisMore Like This
please
cremate my feelings
put my thoughts in a mausoleum
bury my heart in a wooden coffin
dump my soul into the sea
but
just leave my body here.
Sadness In My EyesTo regret livingMore Like This
Being forsaken and forgotten
Knowing that wherever I go
I turn the air gloomy
My heart sinks in sorrow
Desperately trying to catch a breath of happiness
But the grieving tides keep it under
Keeping my head low and month shut
To make everyone's life tearless
While mine's it miserable
In my heart I am weeping
In my mind I am wretched
In my soul I am a downcast, a letdown, a disappointment
A monster that craves nothing but sadness
And to make other as blue and pale
I hear only the cries of others despair
I see the barrier and emptiness of others in their hearts
I dream every night the most depressing moments of
FreedomAs I stand right before you,More Like This
A question rushes in my mind.
When will I be free?
When will I be loved?
A single bird flies in the sky,
A lovely sight this is.
When will I be able to fly?
When will I be able to be me?
A knock on my door is heard,
A hand is held out towards me.
When will you talk to me?
When will you tell me?
As you lead me out of this place,
A question is in my mind.
Why did you let me be free?
Why did you let me fly?
Moment By MomentTurn on the music.More Like This
Turn it up, turn it up.
Beat by beat
Note by note
Let it course through your veins
That you nick for sweet relief.
Drop by drop
Cut by cut
Let it fill the space where your heart used to be
Before you thought better of having it.
Night by night
Tear by tear
Let the music by all you need,
Because it's the only thing left to trust.
Song by song
Lyric by lyric
Let the beat heal your wounds,
Because it won't insult or abandon you.
Stitch by stitch
Truth by truth
Let the headphones be your whole world.
Shut your eyes and just let go.
Hesitation by hesitation
Memory by memory
And when all that's left of you is a lonely melo
This Vortal CoilThis Vortal CoilMore Like This
by Atreyudrksthour
The mist it clears the rain storms down
The ashes scatter the blackened ground
Kicking back the remnants of yesterday
The time once spent is dead and gone
Yearning for a blessed retreat
This wearied soul restless in sleep
The haunting of a tortured mind
Identity, a wish to find
Two is company inside one skull
But ones pain is enough for all
Living each day like you’re already dead
Clasping onto words once said
Watch the red fade into black
Wishing for all days to end
To see beyond this vortal coil
To find a way beyond the haze
The darkest red engulfs the sky
Only death upon the horizon
To end it
PredatorPredatorMore Like This
by Atreyudrksthour
Tearing up inside, the ashes
Bleeding the body dry, of feeling
The knives against the skin, the bleeding
A thousand tales, the deceiving
All of the lies
Burn up, in the eyes
Screaming at the sky to fall back down to earth
To drown him in the dirt of his own existence
The circle of life where
The predator hunts the prey
Feeding off what could have been
The sadness, the sorrow of a forgotten child
Self centred and violent natured
A vilified disease, a parasite
One that disappears in the shade of the night
Nothing can help you now, it’s all over
A pointless life wasted in the abyss of hatred
Never seeing the
When I SaidWhen I said I wanted a fairy taleMore Like This
I meant I wanted a prince.
I didn't want to be locked in a
Tower.
I didn't want to be fought by a
Wicked Witch.
I didn't want
This.
When I said I wanted a fairy tale
I meant I wanted to be a princess.
I didn't want to watch a rose
Die.
I didn't want to wear the gown
Temporarily.
I wanted it
Forever.
See,
When I said I wanted a fairy tale...
I expected it to end in a
Happily
Ever
After.
But i never expected it to end like this.
EmoSo what if I'm emo?More Like This
So what if I cry?
I'm not THAT emotional,
I dont want to die.
So what if I dress in a different style?
There's no need to scream and run for a mile
I dont like to cut and abuse my arm,
I am not depressed,
so why cause self harm?
Could it be that I am just like you?
That I can smile, giggle and laugh along too?
Could it be that I am happy with myself?
It's just that I am not some pretty doll on the shelf.
Could it be that the only reason i dye my hair black;
Is because I dont want to be some barbie in a bimbo girl pack.
These are the reasons, and I'll tell you why,
that I dont look in the mirror and start to
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinMore Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
You're not?
Then you must be perfect.
A poem about loveLove consists out of painMore Like This
Love consists out of desire
Love is what I admire
Love always fights against my brain
Love is despising
Love is passion
Love is not a piece of fashion
Love is always surprising
None of these things are untrue
Love is enough to make one weep
That is love as it seems
Yet when I think of you
I simply can’t fall asleep
Since life is finally better, than in my own dreams
You Can Be A Poet“You Can Be A Poet”More Like This
I guarantee everyone is a poet
But I am willing to bet not many know it
Forming a poem is a simple task
Just string words on paper that seem to mask
Your hidden feelings on a certain subject
Or how you wish this world could be perfect
Not all poems have to be deep in meaning
And indeed even the simplest poems can be quite deceiving
This poem for example exists
Without any misdirection or twists
The focus of this poem is to provide
A helpful little guide
On how to write the absolute best
And bring out the skills everyone does possess
Poems work to magnificent avail
If one decides to retell a tale
Poems allow
Dear WriterDear Writer,More Like This
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I
TodayI saw something in the mirror today that kinda creeped me out.More Like This
It was a girl wearing a smile, not a frown nor a pout.
Her eyes were wide and shining, just as a summer sun.
Her laugh wasn't wooden and fake, but true and full of fun.
Her irises reflected happiness, not a trace of pain.
She was under perfect skies; not a drop of rain.
Angels swam around her, keeping the devil at bay.
Her life was precious and she wasn't throwing it away.
Her lips were red and shinging with a pure smile.
It was a sight her mirror hadn't seen in a very long while.
She wasn't at all pretty but a care she did not give.
Because today she woke up and said, "Toda
Another Fallen OneThere was a lady on telly today,More Like This
Talking from a land far away;
Her kid had died,
Torn apart from the inside.
The kid had hung herself in the family bathroom.
The lady was crying,
You could hear her heart dying
And mine did too.
I could've been that kid,
What with all the things I did
And my family could've been her;
Left with nothing but despair.
I envy the kid
For doing what she did.
I thank the kid,
Making me think about what I nearly did.
I mourn the kid,
Gone because of what others did.
Don't ever think you wouldn't be missed,
Because there's always that person
Who'll miss you,
Praying you'll pull through
Until memories of your smil
ClonesWhat if we're all ordinary?More Like This
What if we're the same?
Under the illusion
that we have a different face.
What if we're identical?
A person is a clone?
No such thing as character;
we're all in monotone.
Take out your eyes
and all you'll see is black.
As the being in control
won't let us see the facts.
When People BleedThere's nothing cute about my smileMore Like This
because I grin when people bleed.
There's nothing sweet about my eyes;
they only open to watch you plead.
I don't see innocence in the mirror
and though my hair may pass my back.
I won't turn and show you horror
because my back you'll surely stab.
Petticoats and bodies float
as I set my demons free.
Blood is shed upon this blade
and now my own- so cute, so sweet.
Dread and UpliftingWaiting for a phone call.More Like This
Staying in your bed.
The beating in your chest falls
when woes breed in your head.
A daunting string of words
then wishing you were dead.
Fearing what will hurt...
I suppose this is dread?
Making a phone call.
Springing out of bed.
The strings within your heart pull
when hope breeds in your head.
Encouraging words
then relief when you've drifted
above the pain and hurt.
I suppose I am uplifted!
TodayI saw something in the mirror today that kinda creeped me out.More Like This
It was a girl wearing a smile, not a frown nor a pout.
Her eyes were wide and shining, just as a summer sun.
Her laugh wasn't wooden and fake, but true and full of fun.
Her irises reflected happiness, not a trace of pain.
She was under perfect skies; not a drop of rain.
Angels swam around her, keeping the devil at bay.
Her life was precious and she wasn't throwing it away.
Her lips were red and shinging with a pure smile.
It was a sight her mirror hadn't seen in a very long while.
She wasn't at all pretty but a care she did not give.
Because today she woke up and said, "Toda
Tea with the RabbitTea with the rabbit todayMore Like This
just the same as every day,
every single day and every single night.
And when he danced and sang
I could not join in merriment
for the ropes that bound did not budge
"Merry Unbirthday!"
He would scream and cry while sipping tea,
and I would laugh while hiding tears.
He said he was late,
for what I know naught,
but he did not leave my nightmare.
“The Queen of Hearts is evil!”
And I agreed blindly. Yet I could not help
but wonder if she was really the evil one.
Dormouse, his friend of valiant honor,
rammed his sword into my thigh
and grinned when I wept and bled.
And my one and only friend sat across
Love's PictureA mask on the face.More Like This
Petals in the grass.
Hearts speeding pace.
Love's image at last.
Red amongst the blue.
The sun in the sky.
A smile breaking through.
It's what love looks like.
Aggressive oceans.
A candle flicker.
Every emotion
drawn in love's picture.
Girl with The SpadeDid you hear about the girl?More Like This
The girl with the spade.
Rumour has it,
she dug her own grave.
Tied back her hair; lank and long.
Powdered her face; Sunday best on.
She set out at midnight; spade in hand.
No one was up and the rain lashed down.
The solemn moon watches
with owl, badgers, foxes...
Uphill; spade in grip.
Persistent with each slip.
Gaze out to the yonder.
Spirit wandered beyond her.
The girl with the spade?
She dug her own grave.
Suicide Is Not An OptionI find myself weaving the final stitchesMore Like This
Of a noose I have been working on for a while
I swore I’d use it by the time it was complete
If me and my sanity hadn’t reconciled
Each thread representing a flawed emotion
Which tightly woven together makes up my life
If you’re the one to cut me down from the rafters
Love, patience and understanding must be your knife
I find myself with a gun in my right hand
With only one bullet left in the cold chamber
I hand the loaded pistol with safety off
Blindly in to the hands of a complete stranger
Does this represent me opening my heart
And risking a life of abject, dismal sorrow
This Go
Bittersweet EmbraceBittersweet EmbraceMore Like This
I was born behind these iron bars
Chasing dreams don't endless corridors
Looking for you
I search for meaning amongst the confusion
I reach for solace beyond my confinement
You beckoned me
No words were spoken
But I heard your voice through the noise
You gave me a world
Gave me a purpose
I stand by you
But this living hell won't let our hearts bare fruit
Their heartless worlds slowly kill us
The bystanders only watch us bleed
You couldn't wash the blood from your hands
They don't understand
Therefore they destroy
Relishing in our demise
So at the end of this corridor, we must part ways
Our embrace is bitters
Clowns and Midgets"Dean!" Sam called urgently. The 13 year old was now trapped in a closet with a stuffed clown. Dean being Dean had, once again, played a prank on his little brother. "I think this clown is haunted! It's freaking moving!"More Like This
"I bet, Sammy. Careful, he might claw out your eyes with his teeth." Dean grinned, leaning against the wooden door.
"This isn't funny! I swear, when I get the chance, I'll throw you onto a crashing plane!" he growled.
"Good luck with that. Now please, Sammy, would you mind? I have a sandwich to make."
"Let me out!" Sam moaned.
"You gonna do the chores?"
"No."
"Get comfy with that clown."
"Dean!"
"Everything happens f
Remember The Curious Angel?Castiel was talking about Wincest and Destiel slash. And then he remembered nothing.More Like This
Dean awoke with that sickening image in his head from Castiel's slashathon from the night before. He didn't remember what happened after Castiel described Wincest. And he was kind of glad. He really didn't want to know. He sighed heavily and felt a little surprised when he didn't feel a headache. Didn't he get drunk last night? That would explain how it was blank.
"Hello, Dean." a voice said.
Dean's eyes widened. "Go to hell, Cas."
But then he realized something. Didn't he have clothes on last night? And why did Cas's voice seem so close?
Oh, shit.
He t
Curious AngelCastiel had overheard Dean and Sam talking about slash, but he had no idea what it really meant. He'd wanted to ask about it, but never had the occasion. So he'd waited.More Like This
An now, on one of those quiet nights in a motel room, Sam doing research, Dean drinking a beer, reading the newspaper for a hunt.
"Dean." Castiel said cautiously.
"Yeah, Cas?" Dean asked distractedly.
"What is…'slash'?" he asked, cocking his head. Unfortunately for Dean, he'd had a mouth full of beer in his mouth, and he ended up choking to stop it from coming out of his mouth. Sam's mouth just dropped.
"You're kidding. You don't want to know." Dean said, wiping dri
Attention Seeker"Attention seeker."More Like This
As I slide the knife across my tongue
The poison resting in my lungs
Fighting till the war's been won
But you're right, this is all done for fun.
The rope around my neck as I pull it tight
The struggles I face as I die to fight
And slowly, I fade off into a dark night...
Goodbye, smiles, goodbye, light...
Dying, breaking, losing sight
Of all that's proper, all that's bright
With all my strength and all my might..
I mean, I do this for attention.. right?
What Happened?I used to think make upMore Like This
Made people ugly.
Now I think I'm ugly without it.
I used to think people
Always loved me.
Now I think everyone hates me.
I used to think everybody
Was my best friend.
Now I think no one truly is.
I used to think
Boys were icky!
Now I wish I had one.
What happened to being
Happy?
Are You?I'm sorry,More Like This
that I'm not
beautiful.
I'm not a supermodel.
Are you?
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
funny.
I'm not a comedian.
Are you?
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
mature.
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
talented.
I'm sorry,
that I'm not
good enough
or,
loving enough...
or,
smart enough.
I'm not perfect.
Are you?
No Longer a Little GirlDear imagination, can't you be the thing you wereMore Like This
Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure
Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be
Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see
Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince
Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced
Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true
All I ever needed was an overdose of you
Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind
Making me abandon every daydream I could find
Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead
Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead
Dear destructive ten
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my handsMore Like This
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?
As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?
As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
And ...
Bam
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.
MotherMotherMore Like This
Though you
Can no longer
Hold my hand
I pray you always
Hold my heart
You're a reason
That it beats
One that shall
Never fall apart
You're all I have
To keep me whole
Even when one day
I must part
When chaos comes
I will remember
The Strength
Of you
Inside my heart
Two FacedOn the right you seemMore Like This
Perfect and clean;
But your left is cold,
Full of scars that grow old.
[Chorus]:
You're a two faced liar
You make me wanna scream
If you get any higher
You'll wish it was a dream
You can't hold this facade
One mistake and you will fall
Good try on this endeavour
But you have just lost it all
[Chorus]
Beware the truth you hide
All you cover up with a lie
Just wait your fall can't be too far,
It will hurt just like the bitch you are.
Away From YouTravelling down this endless road,More Like This
Moving further away from home,
Street signs are flying by;
Wish you we at my side.
Street lights shine on the way,
Brings me back to the day
When we were young, without fear
With no care, you were here.
[Chorus]:
Be safe when I get back,
I pray to you God;
She is the only thing I lack
When I'm away from home.
Every call and every text
Remind me of the times I missed;
Chances to be with you,
Even with nothing to do.
As I go, you're on my mind,
Looking back when I have time.
When we finally turn around,
Thoughts of you become sound.
[Chorus]
I know we are where we're supposed to be,
But it hurts just the same.
Every prayer and line are for you.
MasqueradeIn this place, we like to hide;More Like This
Push our failings to the side.
With a mask we hide our face,
Restricting us to a tiny space.
[Chorus]
Welcome to the masquerade of life;
Nothing is wrong, nothing is right.
Prisoners of our own disguise,
To lose the mask reveals our lies.
No one knows who they are:
This Charade has gone too far.
A speak of truth, within this crowd,
A breaking mask is much too loud.
[Chorus]
Don't be fooled by this spell
Many have been and they fell.
[Chorus]
This masquerade has doomed us all.
The Path of a Lone WolfThe Path of a Lone Wolf.More Like This
There is no rougher route.
Be it storm and blizzards to bear.
Without the slightest assurance.
Teeth gleaming to be sure.
Slips and claws to make sure.
Survival of a pack is endured.
Lone wolves stand but never wish to be.
Never wish to be alone.
But it makes the universe all the more
To protect under any weather.
Understanding War4:30 amMore Like This
War I don’t understand it
War against my neighbors I can’t consolidate it
War upon my soul I can’t negotiate it
War with others why even pursue it
Exodus the genes of such downfall
For why do we require such a feat?
Only needed in the most hopeless of times
So if that may be the only reason
Then why would we ever resort to this
War is despicable to this life
Our kind does not truly desire it
Only trapped within the eyes of a flame
Yearning to deal with such drastic tame
Making us slaves to its process
A forbidden tribulation to the shadows
Supposed to be locked away
Within our deepest treads
War is not meant to b
Drunk Off DesperationAct like an imbecileMore Like This
Just so you can hide your soul
It’s a shameful sort of suppression cell
What kind of person would ado like so
To cage a man who thinks he’s right
To a recluse of redemption holding a sash
To bind a woman who thinks she’s left
To a cruel fate all like a mash
Acting like two imbeciles
The youth still play it cool
Just to be sure to hide their souls
What kind of people would play such roles?
Are they by race or by cities.
Could it be the climate or durations.
Over the rainbow and across the horizons.
In the end times of one's universal light.
Breaking apart and reforming is a valid point.
But there come
Pieces Above The WaterfallJust let me moveMore Like This
Steady at this pace
Life is too much to take
All in at once
Friends have flown like eagles ahead
Some snail behind
Everyone has their own speed
To take them where they need
Rivers overflowing across waterfalls
Tears as fast as the rainfalls
Each drip containing downfalls
Of worries no one recalls
Because we that are left
Are moving against the downstream
Far away from the end
Always hoping for a new beginning
Where love is everywhere
From here to the shores
With streets lined of people near
Would be a most wondrous year
What exactly are my tasks?
I reflect them straight from the flask
Why do you wear such a mask?
Of ques
She Walks In LightShe walks in light down darkened pathsMore Like This
Despite the demons that hide within
She pays no mind to their siren calls
Nor a glance toward them does she send
With each and every burdened step
She knows the task she must complete
Though heavy fate rests on her shoulders
She can not stop to rest her feet
Through the shadows all around her
She must carry on
Even though she's terrified
Until the glowing break of dawn
Within us all the darkness lies
Afraid of light inside our souls
It's for us to shine that light
For us to make ourselves whole.
-Illuminate the darkness.
Lost GirlI couldn't save youMore Like This
I can't protect
Because at every turn
You spurn and reject
Your life is yours
The choices you make
Yet you've no love
For the life you waste
For what it's worth
I hope you rise
Defeat the chaos within
Everything I despise
Forgive my anger
And the hatred shows
But I don't believe in you
Your heart I don't know
You're forever lost
As you climb your way
I won't be waiting
Even when you find a new day.
Lady Gaga, Reduced to Ashes, A Phoenix to AriseMore Like This
Reduced to AshesA Phoenix to Arise
By $techgnotic|May 6, 2013
If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it.
Charles Bukowski
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Today, Lady Gaga’s throne as a reigning pop diva is a 24 carat gold wheelchair, emergency hip surgery forcing the cancellation of her latest tour – a betrayal more devastating for her than for the typical performer, given her relationship with her fans. Her body has finally broken in sacrifice to the needs of her monsters for constant contact and reassurance. The question now is whether this brutal brush with her own mortality will result in the pop goddess pulling
Artists on Writers - No. 1More Like This
Apr 26, 2013•Issue No. 1 By $techgnotic•Watch #depthRADIUS
About Artists on Writers
Writers will always find inspiration in the visions of artists, always feeling compelled to tell the stories behind the moments captured in artists’ unforgettable images,
Just as,
Artists will always find inspiration in the words of writers, always feeling compelled to lend visual reality and habitat to the characters described in the scribe’s haunting words.
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I was inspired to create this series by =naikki while looking through her gallery of diverse artwork and reading through her journals which are focused on her favorite inspiring writers and thinkers. I felt certain there must be beautiful artwork in the form of portraits and tributes to these writers and their stories. I found most of =naikki's choices of quot
Beautiful Dreamer (Part 2)Curl up my friendMore Like This
And let your mind drift
With your eyes closed
And body limp
Who can tell
What journeys your thoughts
Will take you on
Will you travel to fields of rolling green
Or a world never visited
a building vaguely familiar
Or your room but only different
Beautiful Dreamer
What will you find
When you open your eyes
On the other side?
Such a shame my friend
Songs only you can hear
But never possess
Movies only can see
But never in real life
And everyone you love all together
But only so many ghosts
All your wishes made true
But only in your head
Beautiful Dreamer
What will you find
When you open your eyes
On the other side?
Anne Frank would have been a BelieberFirst off, I wanna say–I read the Diary of Anne Frank. It was a required historical book in my school. Now, I don't know if any other schools had it as required literature, but it was on the list.More Like This
One of the reasons why–my history and English teacher was Jewish.
And so was I, so I wanted to learn more about the Holocaust and what happened.
Luckily my Jewish family never suffered through the Holocaust, they were already in this country by the time Hitler did his douchbaggery upon Europe. However, my family were survivors of the Russian pogroms in the early 20th century.
Ever seen Fiddler on the Roof? Yeah...that actually happened to a few of my ancestors. And no, we didn't sing about it.
So, coming from that history, I know what being oppressed means. I know that being oppressed because you think differently, you act differently, or you worship a different way–or even a different god (gods), it does create drama and criticism upon other people. Some people may not like what I
End RemembranceMore Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once a
Begemott, A Gallery of Narrative DreamsJanuary 30, 2013by $techgnoticMore Like This
On Sundays by *begemott
Begemott:
A Gallery of Narrative Dreams
A magic of effective art can be a drawing that appears to be a movie still, clipped from a film narrative, evoking a powerful sense of storytelling— and the viewer wants to know the rest of the story. This phenomenon has recently manifested itself on deviantART— and in a big way— once again.
The Rock - Dwayne Johnson Paintingby *frankwyte81
Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson will produce a movie based on a drawing (“sweet Halloween dreams”) by deviantART digital artist *begemott. The drawing depicts a tiny teddy bear with a tiny wooden sword and shiel
So AloneI’m in my room just sitting alone, don’t feel like I even got a homeMore Like This
Can’t sleep, I just can’t do this thing not on my own, the pain’s too deep
I can’t even look into the mirror now ‘cause I don’t see me…
My own family’s ruined me, and in just far too many ways
I just wish that they could see, I don’t DESERVE this now it’s just not okay!
Maybe I should go ahead and ruin THEIR days in EVERY single way!
Maybe I should make THEM feel my hurt, MY pain! MAKE them see!
But that’s just not who I need to be, sadly, it’s just not me…
I just want things to be
The Rise Of The Artist, You Are The FutureFebruary 27, 2013/by $techgnoticMore Like This
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You Are The Future
Forward by $techgnotic
Picasso seeing a seven as an upside down nose?
Right brain warriors in the new age will be the coveted candidates ordained to lead and guide us; lifting the torch to light the way forward into a brave new beautiful world.
Artists have always feared that they are unappreciated and that the march of progress comes only from business, science and their machines. 1984 was imagined by an artist projecting these exact fears. Our guest essayist suggests the computer will never be our master, but only the super high speed counting machine it was meant to be leaving humans with only one pure task— being creative.
The Right Brain Revolutionby
a desperate soulHold me, soulMore Like This
hold me
kiss me
look into my eyes---
this is me
eye of the tiger,
eye of the storm.
My soul,
my bleeding heart
my pleads.
fight for your soul
this is me
what could be
better than you?
hold me,
sir knight....
FallenLocked all alone in a dark dark roomMore Like This
Sealed away in a pitch black tomb
Left all alone to encounter my mind
To the world around me, I am blind
The voices they speak- I can do nothing but listen
I must get out of this starless prison
Falling, falling, when will it end?
Always into darkness I seem to descend
Will I ever escape from this world that I have found?
For ever and eternity, to this hell I am bound
Cease to exist...snuff out this life
Here I am, holding this knife
Dragging the blade across my skin
I must get out of this prison I'm in
Never to stumble across the light's path
Never to sigh, never to laugh
The darkness is taking a toll o
AirI want to lose myselfMore Like This
in an illogical need
for love.
I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.
What is Air
if not you?
First Flight"First Flight"More Like This
Dawn is breaking.
The sun peeks over the horizon.
Covering the entire plain with its pink-orange light,
Warming the young bird's face with its gentle ray.
The day has come.
Testing his strength, he must.
Today, he will fly or fall.
Hopping out from his nest
Grasping the branch with his slender legs
Stretching his wings,
Wriggling his tail,
Preparing for his first flight.
Calculating the wind speed,
Figuring the wind direction.
Making sure that everything is just right.
Glancing back, he could see his mother,
Filling with pride as well as worry.
Standing beside his mother is his father,
As stern as a commander
Oliver May and the ChupacabraThere was once a boy named Oliver May,More Like This
Deemed a coward and a little bit gay.
To rid of his gift or curse, he would pray
That he no longer sees cryptids all day.
Oliver grew up and his hair turned gray,
No longer scared of these monsters he'd slay.
Rumors abound of goats being sucked dry;
Curious Oliver would visit and pry.
At night, he saw a creature slim and sly.
"Look closely with an inquisitive eye,
A Chupacabra!" Oliver would cry.
Setting up a trap with a goat as bait,
Oliver would hide in the bush to wait.
Chupacabra walked in and sealed its fate.
Dawn came, its head delivered on a plate.
The townsfolks would sing, dance and celebrat
Lookingwhy do we as human beingsMore Like This
ignore what is placed before us
at our feets
in our hearts
i want to be apart of nature
dissolve into the endless stretch
of baby blue skies
lift off in nimbus clouds
and when i want
gently float back down
To HooverHoover state: waking up to sleepMore Like This
because that’s all I’m good for;
out of work, out of time again
and my brother won’t spare a dime.
Blanket sweat reminds me of this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in depressions of this planet;
the moon weeps for me in daytime.
I yank my pockets out, like it's
my country's flag; punch-line of the
Hoover state: waking up to sleep
in my sagging skin on decline.
I've no penny to my name,
jumping out the window (one
last time) makes me worth more in this
Hoover state: waking up to sleep.
Need A Heart? Take Mine...I was slowly beginning to surface through the heavy clouds of anesthesia when my eyelids were wrenched open and a bright light penetrated through the haze moving rapidly from eye to eye.More Like This
"Steven... Steeeeven... Hellloooo... Yoohoo, Steven wake up. Can you hear me Stephen?" The voice couldn't have been anyone besides my cardiologist, an annoying middle aged man that probably still lived with his mother. I found it hard to believe that he passed medical school and it was even harder for me to believe that he was the best in the country.
I attempted blinking and was successful after Dr. Nahill realized I was awake and also perfectly capable
An unhappy reunion"What just happened?"More Like This
Fluttershy was, understandably, upset over what had just occurred to them. As far as the group knew, Rainbow had gone off to try and stop a tornado that had just come out of nowhere. Although the tornado in question seemed to have been successfully stopped, the group, as of yet, could not see their friend anywhere, sparkling a great deal of concern from all of them.
"I don't know. I saw her fly into the tornado and then....I don't know.....I think something might have hit her." Applejack said.
Twilight, who was still getting back to her hooves after having been knocked about by the tornado, looked at Applejack with co
How to Create a Great VillainMore Like This
HOW TO CREATE GREAT VILLAINS
~ MOTIVATION There are villains out there who are evil for evil's sake, but the best ones have motivation. Why are they doing what they're doing? Is there some sort of personal reasoning, or is it driven by lifestyle? More importantly, how does the protagonist fit in? Is the crisis directly related to them, or did they stumble upon it? What does the villain have against the hero?
~THEY DON"T THINK THEY'RE EVIL The best villains are never aware that what they're doing is wrong. They always have some sort of logical (to them, anyways) reasoning behind their actions. Is it their job, or what they think is the
Character Description FormMore Like This
For commissions, art trades, requests, or any possible situation in which I or someone else could be drawing your character
This form will give me a sense of how to draw your character! Please copy and paste this text into a note or deviation. Highlight and type over the parts that aren't in bold. You can jump back to this form for the links.
Important: Please share as much information as you can think of! The more info you give me, the more easily I can draw your character, and the better the character will look. So non-visual artists, don't think details bother me. You're actually making it much easier and less frustrating.
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The Price of Plot TwistsPlot twists. Whether it be mystery novels, an M. Night Shyamalan movie, or the prolific father-son reunion in the Empire Strikes Back, plot twists pop up in every genre and medium of storytelling. With good reason, too. A plot twist surprises you, it makes you rethink everything you thought you knew, and it shatters whatever plot predictions you've racked up for the ride. A good plot twists enriches a story, it complicates it. A great one blows your freaking mind.More Like This
I think it's the "blows your freaking mind" variety that have really pumped us all up on the concept of twists. After all, when people talk about, say, The Sixth Sense, what do they always bring up? The heart-warming relationship between Bruce Willis and Haley Joel Osment? Of course not! It's that reality-shattering twist (which I will not name for the sake of those who haven't seen it yet). Or how about Shutter Island? That one had a bit of a doozy as well.
We've developed a bit of an addiction, I think.
A Writer's Guide: Believable CharactersI know a lot of you out there are aspiring-writers (I’m one myself!) and sometimes we get so caught up in this “must publish!” attitude that we get lost in our stories along the way. Sometimes there comes a point when we stare at our half-finished novel and say “I’m stuck. “ Usually these moments happen when we don’t know where we’re going next with our story, and usually that’s because somewhere along the line we’ve strayed off the path and we aren’t quite sure how to get back.More Like This
One of the things that you may find helpful if you’ve never done it before is to take a really in-depth look at your characters and the world they live in. Characters are really the backbone of our stories. You can carry an entire story on the shoulders of a character without much plot (memoirs anyone?), but you can’t carry a plot without some great characters. So, to help you guys out, I wanted to write an article on things you shoul
Planning the Evil PlotMore Like This
A half-guide, half-narrative on writing a story
brought to you by Super Editor
Basics
Before I start writing, I like to have some idea of where I'm starting, where I'm going, and how I'm going to end up there. Let's say that I want to write a comedy about an author who suddenly changes places with her Mary Sue. I should jot down some basic ideas:
Characters:
Sarah, the author: ~13 years old, average-looking, glasses, rather tall and gangly
Ellemere, the Mary Sue: ~16 years old, long flowing hair, violet eyes, etc.
Forrest (Ellemere's love interest) : ~18, stereotypical bishie who is too dark and broody to make a good love interest
Leon: ~17
Writing Lesson: Character TraitsIt's come to my attention as of late that there are a few traits that people give their characters for no other reason than making their character unique. I thought I would just ignore it, but then they started popping up everywhere. I mean everywhere. I looked through the deviations in a group yesterday and saw reoccurring "traits" that make me want to tear my hair out. So this handy guide is here to tell you what's been done to death and when (if ever) it's still okay to use it. I am by no means a professional, but I certainly hope you'll take some of this to heart.More Like This
Please keep in mind that these are all just opinions, really. I am not telling you that you can't do these things! (Not that I have the authority to do that anyway). More than anything, these are just things to take into consideration when creating a character for a novel.
Physical Traits
Heterochromia. This is the condition where one's eyes are two different colors.
Writing 101: Why Good Villains Are ImportantA good friend of mine asked me recently to review a screenplay he's working on. It's an excellent piece, an action-packed sci-fi/fantasy with a very compelling protagonist. Overall I'm a tad jealous of his ability to create a completely new world and have the script read in such a way that I can actually see the potential film in my head.More Like This
There was just one problem, though. His villain (or villains, rather) fell a bit flat.
My writing mentor once told me the following: Your hero is only as good as your villain. Now, she didn't mean that your villain has to be good in the sense of being redeemable or even sympathetic (though
Writers Block and How to Kill ItWith NaNoWriMo coming up soon, I thought I'd finally spit out a writers block help guide. This can be used any time and for any blocks! Let's begin.More Like This
Environment
A lot of writers block cases come just from environment. For example, for a long time my computer was a desktop. Not very portable, right? Well, this meant that if I wanted to do any writing, I had to sit down in the same spot every time and write. I had to deal with the same environment, the same clutter, the same chair, the same sitting position, etc. This doesn't help! So consider your environment. (For suggestions that require moving elsewhere, use a laptop or a good old fashioned notebook with a pen or pencil)
Clean up your workspace. Organize it. Rearrange it. Make it different than last time you sat there.Light a candle or incense, or even freshen up your room with an air freshener. Go in another room. So
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