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Dear Earbud Dear little earbud,
why must you constantly mock me with your need to fall off my headphones and roll away. It's rather rude and unacceptable behavior to act out in that manner. I use you daily and I would think that in return you would at least continue to grace me with your presence. It is kind of annoying when I go to listen to my music and you have disappeared. Sometimes I find you under my bed, other times you are waltzing on the ground outside. Why is it so hard for you to cooperate? I mean you only have one job, well sometimes two; I forget that I like to chew on you occasionally. Is that it? Do you not like it when I chew on you? They are only love bites I promise, I would never intentionally abuse you because I need you to stay in shape and work. Well I don't want to be harsh but I do own you, I paid $9.99 for you, so you know what that means? You are mine until the day you crack into a million pieces and blow away in the wind. I didn't want to have to do this
Devil's LullabyStones, stones grinding bones,
Devil will cry over the moans
Fires, fires burning the faces,
Devil will put your body in cases
Tender, tender is the meat,
Never have you tasted so sweet
Lovely, lovely is your heart,
Never,never shall we part.
To DeathWith the withering storm,
the tulips grew
-long and beautiful were the stems and petals.
Their mouths hungry,
like a bird in morning dew.
Red, yellow, orange and pink,
present the thinker with endless thought,
-To leave a tulip
is to love a friend,
To pick a tulip,
is to welcome death.
To the mountains the storm shall go,
and shall its gleaming eyes be spared.
What is Tolerance?It is our pleasure to bring to the deviantART community, :iconcreaterespect:'s first open discussion!
This month we will be discussing what bullying is considered to be as well as how we can learn to be more tolerant of others.
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Some questions you should keep in mind include:
1.What do you consider bullying to be?
2.What is tolerance?
3.Is it ever okay to bully even in the defense of friends?
4.How do you respond to bullying/being bullied?
Remember, although this is an open discussion we will not be discussing personal or specific problems. This is meant to be an educational forum as well as a constructive discussion.
You may use personal examples when answering the discussion questions
Movie Review: Les MiserablesThis may be a sore topic for many people, but I couldn't really care less. The movie version of Les Misérables was in my opinion very poorly done. I have to agree with Adam Lambert when he said that "Actors pretended to be singers." I have been a part of five musicals (One of them being Les Misérables) and have seen six musicals on broadway. With the exception of Anne Hathaway (Fantine) Samantha Barks (Éponine) and Aaron Tveit (Enjolras) The singing was rather poor. (Yes, I am talking about Hugh Jackman as well, his performance was not up to par) I just wish they had spent more time on the vocals, it is a musical and if you are going to make a musical into a movie and keep it in rock-opera format, singing is a key factor.
This film was directed by Tom Hooper who directed The King's Speech. I think he is a wonderful director and the cinematography was great. The acting was great, but the singing was terrible. I think they should have stayed away from doing a live track, I agree it showe
Your NameI carved your name in my skin
Etched in my veins
Hoping that when it disappeared
So would you
Mute sonataI wake up remembering,
how my hands used to play on you
in the dawn,
the best moment of all
a mute sonata
a walts in the dark
a requiem for your memory
love, it was getting closer
like drops fell from your hands
in every note I can feel, oh love,
this is just the start.
ours eyes meet in the night
and the symphony rise one more time
a tango in the shadows
and bossanova in the dawn
you kisses tasted like roses
still charm my heart
I wake up remembering,
how my hands used to play on you
so magistral time,
evanescense, just a a dream
...where I wanna go back
Little wings of white flamesGo ahead and feed the beast with bitter sweetness, and watch it come out of me and tear you to
Pieces, I am but a limp and frail ghoul hiding away in the darkness, licking away my wounds as my
Lips turn saturated red, that is why every single night I run and hide away from such ideas of mine,
As they try to take me down while trickling down my spine, when the pain comes out it will creep
Upon your skin and percolate the mind, causing you to screech in fright, running around looking for
A way to escape, and I will be but dust in the remnants of the shadows, looking in the gates for my
Little wings of white flames….
Deja VuNow I see you,
and now I don't.
You're like the dust motes
swirling in the air
around my open window.
The sun shines through,
making the dust fly
like miniscule birds,
and I try to catch them,
thinking to make pets of them.
just like you,
they elude me,
until I realize how silly I am,
and fall on my bed,
breathless with laughter.
I hear you on the radio,
and I see you in the car.
You're always right where
I need you to be: never
far away, but always
just out of reach
of my fingertips.
When I close my eyes,
I hear your voice
singing songs in my head,
like some long-forgotten
that I heard
ten years ago.
I hear songs
playing on some distant
and I think to myself,
"I've heard that song before,
once, long ago,
in my dreams."
You sang it to me,
and you sang it with me.
What song is it?
I don't know it's name,
but I know how I feel
when you sing it to me,
with your breath lightly brushing
my cheek, tickling my ear.
you sing nonsense,
and I sing it right back.
Katara CapturedKatara sat in the saddle on Appa's back thinking about Haru , the Earth bender that she had just waved goodbye to. she was sure that she was doing the right thing in standing by her promise to Aang.
She was brought back from her daydreams by a large and highly audible yawn from her brother.
"Keeping you up Sokka?"
"Actually yes," he replied. "Finally paying attention?"
"what do you mean?"
"that was the third time I've yawned. it must have been a good daydream!"
Ignoring him, but blushing, Katara turned to Aang and said very quickly, "shall we stop and make camp for the night, down there looks good," pointing blindly at the ground rushing past them. Chuckling, Aang steered Appa downwards.
With the boys busy sorting their sleeping bags and making a fire - by hand, if only Aang had learned to Fire Bend already - Katara had decided to fetch their night's water from the nearby stream.
She was bending the water into the buckets she had brought which meant her back was turn
Creating BeautyI find myself in this vicious mood to create beauty lately.
And I find myself lacking actual creation despite motivation.
I cannot create beauty, I realize, because matter cannot be created nor destroyed.
So what can I do to produce something desirable and fulfilling?
I can recycle my surroundings, what by conscience mind knows and stores.
But alas, now I find myself in the realm of plagiarism, which I refuse to delve in.
I become ill with the longing to proffer greatness and end with nothing, day after day.
Surely I try, notepads and canvases, programs left open and untouched on the computer screen.
My hand and my mind cannot come to an agreement, so blankness is the result.
And when I do write or draw, I am tormented at the thought of how it can be bettered.
That my art could always been written or drawn better, that it will never be complete.
It's an empty feeling to know that I'll never be done.
So I find myself typing away past midnight, in the quiet and dark and unreachable.
Faux StarsI've been out for a few hours, watching the night
Breathing in the evanescent darkness as I wait
A pale crescent dims in comparison to its millions of neighbors
It's they I watch, waiting for one to falter, to die
Waiting for a death of a faux star to make a wish or prayer
Why we beg these falling projections of light
Is far beyond my knowledge, but alas, I take the bait
As I ask inanimate deities for impossible favors
Because each evening spent with the stars is full of wishes, funerals, and good-byes
If a shooting star descends, we must benefit from its demise somehow, its only fair.
And if I cannot find a shooting star tonight
Could you send me one of your own, from the other side of the world
How many wishes could you need, how much glowing shrapnel from the sky
It is selfish and far too human if you are the only one with chances
I'm exhausted of counting them, and finding pictures that promise me nothing
Stars illuminate minimally and I'm frightened by what goes bump in the night
Perfect ImageCure thyself of the afflictions of caring how you appear to others, concern yourself only
Of how you appear to God, judge not that he be judged, what you have possessed is in your
Blood, it is in your heritage, one should be overjoyed for being alive, than on one’s skin
Bounded features, what is important is not to be deprived with self-satisfaction, such will
Only consume discerning thoughts, in the perils of the world, a plague in which your soul
Resides, only to be adamant with presiding feelings, of the heart pumping forth blood through
Veins of the body, thus fleeting death on the gates of morality……
RemembranceAlone in the yard
I watch the silver cross
Shining in the dark
The sun,the colors of flowers
with many dreams engulfed in
their white pale petals...
The Holy Man comes to me,
touching my skin with a soft
I kneel before Him,
confessing my love,my dreams...
His eyes are crying silently
And now I can sense his suffering
That cross was His crimson veil...
Let us love each other kindly,
since the Sun of God made His sacrifice
for our souls...
Let us shine together in the light,
'couse there will be tears
And a wish for the Night.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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