|A work for the more literature oriented people... or simply people who know about Vincent and Dorian... no its not !!|
|One of my very few humor based works. I hope you understand and enjoy it.|
~~~ Thank you for reading! ~~~
|I feel that many women of today expect too much for them and consider from the pessimistic approach regarding their affairs (normal life affairs I mean). By the way... I am not hoarding all women into one category. Many are different.|
Swindlers lesson - What to say if caughtAlways "Nothing..." NEVER "Nothing at all!"Swindlers lesson - What to say if caught by NotenSMSK
Another hot dayStirring from within, he felt the calloused arm sizzle further in the rays that crisped up the ground besides him. It was as if among the roars of the passing wind, and the distant, indistinguishable screeches and screams the ground too was blistering, was churning up and disintegrating, calling out for someone to shade it.Another hot day by NotenSMSK
“Not today you don’t…” the man replied through gasping breaths, replying to the sand that shifted with the wind, letting fresher layers unearth. He chuckled at the irony and looked around for any sort of shade. The trench he was huddled in was of no use in the matter – or at least at that specific time. The sun was right on top, over head, setting its fiery gaze upon the scene. It was a witness to what was to happen and it was also a beacon to allow the events to occur.
However the man was in no mood to appreciate the sun’s intentions or even to judge them. If he were to judge them, he would deem the sun a cruel creation of God, b
The Moon's TalesThe foreboding recurrence of the moon's shadowThe Moon's Tales by NotenSMSK
creates fables while dancing over the lakes surface.
The creatures of night, with their mischievous glow -
illuminate the lake for the children of the forest.
And as the fortnight approaches its end -
hearts bound by the tale beg for more tales to tell.
Yet the moon loves all children to allow discontent
so the new moon rises with yet another tale to dispel.
Queen of Crime Novel missed for 11 DaysThe mystery of Agatha Christie’s disappearance remained unsolved.
Agatha Christie was the most successful criminal author of all time. Her stories about Hercule Poirot and Miss Marple have thrilled millions of readers for more than fifty years and some of her ingenious cases confused even her shrewdest admirers. But with her death in January 1976 she left a real life secret behind that was so amazing as if she had thought it out herself.
In December 1927 – when she was already a celebrated criminal author – Agatha Christie disappeared for nearly two weeks. The headlines of the papers announced the most sensational theories to a breathless circle of readers. Suicide, abduction, murder. The police was looking for any clues why she had disappeared – but in vain.
Agatha Christie was born in September 1890 as daughter of a wealthy American who lived with his English wife in Torquay, Devon. The family lived in luxurious means and Agatha received only few regular class
ChildlikeThere once was a time where
Paper planes and water balloons
Were all it took to make a kids day
They helped you carry your unmarked baggage
Then maybe forget it at the checkpoint
Because you're a kid, and you get to be forgetful sometimes
But that time has been proclaimed long dead
Ever since happiness grew from a wavelength
But that doesn't mean we can't still have a guilty pleasure
Made of paper planes and water balloons.
|These are the critiques that I have done over time. If you want a literary work to be critiqued - you can note me. Just try to send me short ones!|
Reminiscingall of a sudden
my mind, echoes
A Fly's WisdomI watch a fly
and I start to daydream
perhaps too crazily
the life of a fly
a few days at most
no time to be jealous
no time to boast
time is valued
they don't have years
why flies don't cry
no time for tears
for tomorrow they die
don't tease or taunt
be gentle and kind
speak from your heart
not from your mind
fulfill your desires
cherish each day
tell the truth
don't be afraid
live like a fly
why flies don't cry
no time for tears
for tomorrow you die.
Wind Torn IdentityI’m a wind torn identity, but I’m one who kept the faith
I’m a wind torn identity, one that feels so out of place,
I’m a wind torn identity, one that leaves in disgrace,
I’m a wind torn identity, I wonder do you see my face?
I wonder who it is you see? I wonder what it is you hide from me?
I wonder when you stopped trusting me?
I’m a wind torn identity, when did I stop trusting me?
forgotten daughter and an empty ring boxI have a picture of you chasing me on a scooter and a handheld pinball machine you gave me when I was 7. I haven't seen your face since I was 9 years old and you gave me your cranberry juice in the hospital. I know you started a wheelchair racing club while you were there and the doctors had to create a new rule forbidding it.
You met my mother in a ice cream shop and proposed to her on a ferry without the ring box.
You were born July 7th in 1947 and you're living somewhere on the downtown east side in a wheelchair because you thought being homeless would be an adventure. I know that you were adopted and never met your birth parents. You had a previous marriage and I look exactly like my half sister. I know my half brother lives in Alberta. I know you've had two failed marriages and five abandoned children.
Mom says you left us to protect us from the friends you used to ride motorcycles with. That they beat you up on more than one occasion. That they threatened to kill her on the
we had a promise made.Trembling tongues,
the sunbeams splinter and scatter
a thousand fragments
solving themselves into solid form,
so as to take your hand
brush the cobwebs from your eyes
in the dustbowl of my love
the story unfurled itself
in a tortured verse,
broke its own spine
and my words in a garbled mess
spilled down my front
spread their syllables across the floor
where the memories can sweep them up:
press them to your lips
so you might taste their sense
and understand why I still sleep
on my side of the bed.
The GlanceVision dictates passion.
Passion dictates lust.
Lust pretends to teach us
all we know and trust.
We fall for it so often,
the lie of just one glance,
the hope for something darker,
the chance for new romance.
All in just one moment,
all within a stare,
we think we know someone:
we hope, and dream, and dare.
Thinking they may like us,
and feeling just the same,
guessing all the signals
exchanged within the game.
But once the stare is over,
the accidental look,
we see the wrong before us:
the glance that we mistook.
|My purpose over his is to make my main group TheCritiquables into a Super Group and simply to be able to give points to people. I don't think I will be getting a premium again since while it is good - I think that I have other things to do so.|
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Hello people who took time enough to visit my profile. I am SMSK (name acronym)|
I am a hobbyist artist as in sketcher, writer (poems, prose, songs) and sportsman. Never been much of the geek but have keen interest in stuff like Schrodinger's cat or black holes or STE (Random assortment that comes together to form me).
I might be considered a pessimist since I consider things in the generally accepted "negative" way but that is only to consider the worst case scenario's at hand. Other than that I am a fast talker who might sometimes say a little too much though it is not my intention.
Just to add a little more - I write based on any idea that pops into my mind. I do welcome critiques since they help me improve. I am strongly against bashing people and I hope people respect others.
Well that is all for today! I don't see the point in adding personal info that is not required here but if someone wants to "know me better" they are welcome to ask although I don't guarantee a perfect answer.
Now regarding my life on DA:
Do not ask for WATCH, fav, points. If you ask without us having any previous interaction I might probably not like the idea of doing so.
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