Blurred Lines-An introspective look at realism in television and film
By
Michael Kopitsky
In today’s society the definition of “reality” is very skewed. Some examples include; reality television, with shows like The Real World that shows what happens when you take real people from different walks of life and force them to live and work together and see what happens in a set period of time. Then you have such shows as Survivor which pits groups of real people against one another competing for some sort of cash prize. It’s my belief that these shows were/are popular due
Happy Mothers Day to the one who's here, a sweet and loving woman I hold dear, a woman who tells me not to fret or fear for I will always be here, a woman that gives love and brings joy, and I am proud to be called her boy.
Happy Mothers Day to the one who's not here, the one I haven't seen in years, and though you're no longer here I'll always hold you here, in my heart that hopes one day we'll be reunited and never part.
To these women both strong and kind I give this loving rhyme, and though they share this day, they also share my love that never fade away.
Fleeting thoughts to a lost love by DimentedSketch, literature
Literature
Fleeting thoughts to a lost love
Here we stand on the edge of a hopeless plight, take my hand and we'll go into the light,
if you say no I'll have to take flight. Into the darkness, with a scream with such harshness. That it would give satan hisself a chill, I pray that our love has not fallen ill. For we are only as strong as our will, and try as I will and with all of my might, I hope our love will make it through the night.
As I stood there in the snow, I watched her drive off into the cold darkness. I felt my heart freeze over, and I knew that this was it...I'm never going to see her again. As much as I wanted to call out to her, stop her, hold her, and tell her that I wasn't going anywhere. I knew that I had to leave, and that's how it had to be.
Ode to the inner child by DimentedSketch, literature
Literature
Ode to the inner child
How I long for the days of yore, my Cheese-Its and Nintendo 64. Who’s that tap-tap-tapping on my door? Tis my friends, with whom the fun never ends. We play from sunset to sunrise, believing we would never die. But now I face a cold hard fact, which is that I can’t go back. Back to a time such as these, which have blown away like autumn leaves. And as sit and ponder my plight, I hope one day I’ll take flight. Back to that time and place, and bring a smile back to my face. As you sit here and read, remember to take heed, that our childhood may be in the past, and for some went by too fast, but the memory’s will always l
Another time, another place. How I long to see your face. How I wish and hope, that one day we could run away and elope. But even if you read this useless rhyme, you will never say you are mine. Now here I sit with a heart cold as stone, knowing I'll forever be alone.
There have been times I’ve thought about ending it all, my job, my relationships, my mundane existence, to sum it up my life. But this time when I bring the razor to my wrists all I can remember are the good times. Like when I had my first kiss, my first love, my first puppy, and all that sappy shit, and I think for a second that maybe things will get better and that I’ll finally find what I’m looking for. In a flash I see all these happy memories at once, like watching a movie in super fast forward. But then it dawns on me that at my age I’m done with firsts, if something “new” happens it only reminds me o
Blurred Lines-An introspective look at realism in television and film
By
Michael Kopitsky
In today’s society the definition of “reality” is very skewed. Some examples include; reality television, with shows like The Real World that shows what happens when you take real people from different walks of life and force them to live and work together and see what happens in a set period of time. Then you have such shows as Survivor which pits groups of real people against one another competing for some sort of cash prize. It’s my belief that these shows were/are popular due
Happy Mothers Day to the one who's here, a sweet and loving woman I hold dear, a woman who tells me not to fret or fear for I will always be here, a woman that gives love and brings joy, and I am proud to be called her boy.
Happy Mothers Day to the one who's not here, the one I haven't seen in years, and though you're no longer here I'll always hold you here, in my heart that hopes one day we'll be reunited and never part.
To these women both strong and kind I give this loving rhyme, and though they share this day, they also share my love that never fade away.
Fleeting thoughts to a lost love by DimentedSketch, literature
Literature
Fleeting thoughts to a lost love
Here we stand on the edge of a hopeless plight, take my hand and we'll go into the light,
if you say no I'll have to take flight. Into the darkness, with a scream with such harshness. That it would give satan hisself a chill, I pray that our love has not fallen ill. For we are only as strong as our will, and try as I will and with all of my might, I hope our love will make it through the night.
As I stood there in the snow, I watched her drive off into the cold darkness. I felt my heart freeze over, and I knew that this was it...I'm never going to see her again. As much as I wanted to call out to her, stop her, hold her, and tell her that I wasn't going anywhere. I knew that I had to leave, and that's how it had to be.
Ode to the inner child by DimentedSketch, literature
Literature
Ode to the inner child
How I long for the days of yore, my Cheese-Its and Nintendo 64. Who’s that tap-tap-tapping on my door? Tis my friends, with whom the fun never ends. We play from sunset to sunrise, believing we would never die. But now I face a cold hard fact, which is that I can’t go back. Back to a time such as these, which have blown away like autumn leaves. And as sit and ponder my plight, I hope one day I’ll take flight. Back to that time and place, and bring a smile back to my face. As you sit here and read, remember to take heed, that our childhood may be in the past, and for some went by too fast, but the memory’s will always l
Another time, another place. How I long to see your face. How I wish and hope, that one day we could run away and elope. But even if you read this useless rhyme, you will never say you are mine. Now here I sit with a heart cold as stone, knowing I'll forever be alone.
There have been times I’ve thought about ending it all, my job, my relationships, my mundane existence, to sum it up my life. But this time when I bring the razor to my wrists all I can remember are the good times. Like when I had my first kiss, my first love, my first puppy, and all that sappy shit, and I think for a second that maybe things will get better and that I’ll finally find what I’m looking for. In a flash I see all these happy memories at once, like watching a movie in super fast forward. But then it dawns on me that at my age I’m done with firsts, if something “new” happens it only reminds me o
A simple, steady rhythm calms her heart:
There’s comfort in its pattern,
Like the footfall of a friend
Walking by her side;
So she checks her steps to meet its pace and starts
To fit her words within it
In a dance that’s all their own,
Til they’re satisfied.
Cracks in concrete sidewalk, fumes of speeding cars in tired air
still stained with memory of cigarettes since butted out—
But
In poetry she loses track of time.
Caught up in her creation,
Life is gentle once again,
Safe within the beat;
For every line ends neatly with a rhyme
To tie the verse together,
Match beginning to the end,
Balanced and complete.
Growling
I think of you, when it rains.
Don’t you remember
The fickle breezes
Spattering droplets in our faces,
How a great gust carried off your Donald Duck umbrella
And we chased it,
Across the square, across the park,
Where it finally caught
In the rosebushes.
One of the ribs was broken
But I laughed
And laughed because it made Donald’s tail droop,
Until you were laughing too.
I don’t know how we didn’t even
Notice that my hands were bleeding from the thorns
Until we were halfway home.
You asked me if it hurt—
Of course it did,
But it didn’t matter—
Besides, I just can’t cry with raindrops running d
You know it's gonna be a bad night when all you can think is "It's going to get me. Oh god, it's going to get me. Somebody save me. It's going to get me." and you can feel that pressure on your chest, in your head, against your heartbeat that signals a panic attack.
You know it's gonna be a bad night when you're scared to look out the windows or have the curtains cracked, and the mirrors have to be covered because god, what if it can get in that way? What if the things in the mirrors get out? Fuck, what if the thing you see in the mirror finally gets you?
You know it's gonna be a bad night when the stairs freak you out, when you want to bar
So just letting you know what I'm working on so you have an idea of what to expect in the coming months.
"After the Rain"-A story that takes place 3 years after the events in Heavy Rain in which Norman Jayden has a second chance to catch the Origami killer.
"Sketch Turner's Neverending Boredom-Part 2"-As Sketch tries to make sense of what's going on, another "old friend" shows up to give him insight.
"When Daylight Comes"-An unconventional love story between a woman whose been stood up one time too many and a charming stranger.
"Untitled Mass Effect 3 story"-This story focuses Lt. Benjamin "Daredevil" Jordan an alliance solider fighting o
So I'm giving writing another shot, and I've been going thru my old things and finding old short poems and unfinished short stories. The poems I'll put up as soon as I find them, as for the short stories I'll release in parts or upon completion.
"You keep reading them, I'll keep writing them"-Stan Lee
D.S.
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