I use to play at life
Thinking it was all there was for me
But now I know that I was wrong
Cause life has opened my eyes to reality
Now I see what I have lost
How you took my innocence
You left me with a broken heart
And nothing but rememberance
So now I'm empty, I've run dry
Wondering where to go from here
My life is in ruins, you saw to that
But I know that there is nothing left to fear
I slowly bend down
And start once more
To pick up the pieces of my soul
That your careless hand scattered across the floor
Product of a Broken Heart by Stryfechild, literature
Literature
Product of a Broken Heart
You were my one
You were my only
Until you said
You didn't love me
I felt my heart being torn in two
Now tell me how I'm suppose to get through
This pain you've caused lying here in my chest
This wound that won't heal, this ache in my breast
I gave you my heart
I gave you my soul
I trusted you
Now I'm no longer whole
I felt my heart being torn in two
Now tell me how I'm suppose to get through
This pain you've caused lying here in my chest
This wound that won't heal, this ache in my breast
You asked me then
'Will you be okay?'
What answer could you want
When I'd lost my way
I felt my heart being torn in two
Now tell me how
The hills go rolling ever onward
While I remain here in this place
Unable to continue forward
Frozen in this time and space
The hills go rolling ever onward
While I sit here looking 'round about
Thinking now going backward
On lights that have since gone out
The hills go rolling ever onward
While here I stand, here to stay
Unwilling to go farther on toward
All those who still dance and play
Self portrait, Unfinished by Stryfechild, literature
Literature
Self portrait, Unfinished
She'd always been the tough one
Determined to never let them see
The fragile silk that she pretended was steel.
Never let them see you cry.
It'd been her motto for far too long
She kept it all inside
The hurt and the pain, the anger and the shame
Ice was her aim but fire raged within
She was Daddy's little girl
Caught up in a bubble
Lost within a perfect world
The runt of the litter
And she never knew what hit her
The day that her bubble burst
The tomboy transformed, but into a cynic
A princess in waiting, never to emerge
The girl who'd loved fairies
Now had to face reality.
Not every ugly duckling would find herself a swan
On pricing your artwork and creating a career... by merimask, journal
On pricing your artwork and creating a career...
I am going to be speaking at an "Entrepreneurship In The Arts" program later today, and I've been organizing my thoughts. One subject that is certain to come up; "how do you arrive at a fair price for your original artwork?" I have some definite ideas regarding that question.
I was always told that the accepted model for artists and artisans, when it comes to pricing, was double your costs for materials, figure out an hourly price (double that for your retail price if you plan to have wholesale/retail differentials), add it up and there's your item price. I think this model is pure bullshit.
I was also told "charge what the market will b
'twas bored so snitched from multiple people
1. Put your iTunes on shuffle (Or mp3 Player, or whatever you use)I use Pandora :p
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS
1) IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY:
Rocket
Def Leppard
2) WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
It's Only Rock 'N Roll
The Rolling Stones
3) WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Airplane
Yellow Light Maybe
4) HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Wanted Dead or Alive
Bon Jovi
I've been a bad girl...
5) WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Mahna, Mahna
Cake
bwah?
6) WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO
Or at least those of you who live around me. I can now legally drive a motorcycle mwahaha. Now I just have to find one, and get the gear, and... hmm it would appear my plan has some holes....