wrote this for my girlfriend.yet to give it to her though. not sure about it. / dont know how to copyright poems but if you would like to…
wrote this for my girlfriend.yet to give it to her though. not sure about it. / dont know how to copyright poems but if you would like to use it for something please just ask. An angel found me, / Almost took too long, / Healed my troubles and fears, / She heard my soul’s song. My heart need not bleed, / For I light I did not see, / A sign I couldn’t read, / Are now meant to be. Three words soon followed, / My honesty so pure, / From a heart once hollow, / She must be my cure. I’m on my way, / I finally belong, / My heart I must obey, / A force too strong. wrote this for my girlfriend.yet to give it to her though. not sure about it. / dont know how to copyright poems but if you would like to use it for something please just ask.
I tend to go through gluts in photography. One minute I’ll have hundreds and hundreds of pictures to process and then, suddenly, nothing….
I tend to go through gluts in photography. One minute I’ll have hundreds and hundreds of pictures to process and then, suddenly, nothing. The same is true of writing and music. The creative urges to compose in both media come in fits and starts – I’ll nail down several chord progressions at once and then dry up. It can be terribly frustrating. Take now, for example. The reason some of my sentences are so short is because every word is like a… a… Well, I’m afraid the only analogy I can come up with at the moment is constipation. Which is really unpleasant and thoroughly unworthy. I’m truly sorry. But what do you do when your imagination dries up? Like it has at the moment. I wish I had answers to the question. Where are my spiritual bran flakes? Imagination and creativity are like muscle. In order to build them up, they must be exercised and used regularly. Some days, you really have to force it. But damn, does it have to be this hard? I guess everyone knows the theory, a bit like exercise, but when it comes down to it, sometimes you just have to possess sheer, bloody-minded self-discipline. Which is, of course, where I fail in spades. I am so easily distracted, it’s unreal. I have a mind which flits from topic to topic and gets bored very easily. I look at some photographers who take pictures of the same theme over and over – and I envy them. There was one guy who was featured in my paper the other day who had spent years taking pictures of nothing except blocked up doorways. And I think, “Damn, I wish I’d thought of that.” But I would start on something, take three or four shots and then move on to something else. So if I’m not terribly active in the community from time to time, it’s not because I’ve fallen out of love with you all because I love just wandering around the gallery and looking at all the works. It’s just that my muse has taken a vacation while I’m still stuck in the office.
Oh boy. It’s 11:11pm Thursday night and I’m just sitting down to eat my dinner. At the computer. Where else. This afternoon’s lit…
Oh boy. It’s 11:11pm Thursday night and I’m just sitting down to eat my dinner. At the computer. Where else. This afternoon’s little jaunt to the School Gala was nowhere near as eye opening as I thought it would be. It was freaking eye POPPING!!! I spent 3 solid hours snapping constant moving heads, torsos, arms, legs, flying missiles in the shape of blown up toys, dodging running kids dodging other running kids, my own kids asking for more money cause “but muuuuummmm I didn’t know that I wanted one of those until I saw Jeremie had one” ... crouching in the strangest places, standing atop chairs photographing sizzling snags (sausages for you uncooth ones) and looking rather out of place with all my equipment hanging off me among pram pushing, hamburger eating parents and teachers. I took 400 odd photos … not a lot for 3 hours, but I did get every painted face, every special event, Strawberry the clown, my own kids hitting other kids with blown up missiles, and a very lost looking little kitten (picture to follow eventually). This is a prelude to a 6 day event I’m possibly doing next March. The Gala was 3 hours. I got there at 5.30pm … I’m eating at 11:11pm … I’d do the equation but I’m hopeless at maths. I have a feeling it wouldn’t be a pretty number anyway, something like get there at 8am Monday, eat at 3:36am the following Sunday morning. This overnight success business is hard work.
Pearl is a woman of all great things she was born in North Carolina , where she was raised and grown up, until she reached 18 yea…
Pearl is a woman of all great things she was born in North Carolina , where she was raised and grown up, until she reached 18 years of age she than married and moved up North to start a whole new life. Pearl eventually moved to Connecticut with her 2 children and began a career as a LPN nurse ahe worked in several different hospitals and facilities where she had assisted several patients all over the world. / As the months began to pass on Pearl had several different licenses in different fields one of them were taking care of children that was not wanted or was given up by their families. Pearl was awarded mother of the year back in 1990 becase ahe had taking in over 50 semi children into her home she was a mother to many that was on the verge of poor life, death, and starvation. / The children that entered her home was about to die they didn’t even know that life had existed because their life was on hold and the verge of dying she had quit her job to take these children in and in the process of giving them what they had needed most which was love, attention , and nourishment. Once pearl had got these kids back their strength she introduced them to their other siblings which was their sisters and brothers , she had given them a family, food on the table, a roof over their heads, and most of all a mother’s love which was unconditional. / Through the years Pearl had lost one child due to a tumor her name was April she has died when she was 12 years old. When she had passed Pearl knew that she had to keep on living for the others because they had no one else but her, in the process she gained back her strength but it was hard in the beginning because it was her first time ever losing a child, a few years later she had also has 2 heart attacks and a stroke within a month all at one time, the doctors said that she had needed to rest more and now it’s time that someone take care of her . Her little ones thought that they were losing her and thought she was going to die but somehow God continues to keep her here for those kids because what she has in her heart for them the next won’t. / What she feels for her kids aint no one else going to do the things that she does for them and that’s because she is a mother of one kind and has a pure heart of gold. A mothers love is unconditional, it does not hurt and it’s not the same from others, no one can ever replace or take your mothers place and that is so true.
I am writing this entry into my journal as a means of communicating with a certain type of person suffering with depression. I suffered d…
I am writing this entry into my journal as a means of communicating with a certain type of person suffering with depression. I suffered depression for many years from about the age of thirteen until recently, i am soon to be 44 in April. It has debilitated me beyond words but i bless the man who set me free – Jesus. Throughout my life as a Christian i could not understand why i suffered this terrible ‘curse’ and felt a worthless excuse of a human being. Then during the summer of 2006 during a particularly nasty episode the Lord bought back to my memory words that a dear friend had once said to me years ago. He said to me “The trouble with you Jacqueline is you are such an Idealist!” I took no notice of it at the time but now in my kitchen standing with tears running down my face for the millionth time i begged the Lord for help once again. As these words came back to my mind i thought “just what is an Idealist?” I thought i knew but suddenly i knew nothing. I decided there and then to look it up on the internet and wasted no time in bringing up Google. I came across a site called ‘keirsay.com’ which would test your personality, i was sceptical but decided to give it a go anyway. I didn’t pay for anything although i was offered an extensive report but i declined and went for the free one. I answered those questions as honestly as i could and came up as an Idealist, “so” i thought “Philip was right i am an Idealist”. I proceeded to read all about the personality traits of an Idealist and boy was it me, i was shocked! As i read the light went on now i knew why i was the way i was and felt my ‘mental illness’ had a name – Idealism! I can honestly say it was one of the most profound deeply moving moments of my life and liberty came deep into my soul. I wept and cried for the rest of the day as Jesus set me free and i understood! Just to know, to understand made so much difference it was like a rebirth after my ‘born again’ experience when i asked Jesus into my life. I continued to read that evening late into the night and the next day absorbing everything into my soul which bought life! I found out they feel like ugly ducklings and that they don’t fit in anywhere. They are deep thinkers having a rich and fertile inner life, they can feel isolated and lonely having many friends but only allowing one or two into their inner life. As a result of this deep thinking they can find most people shallow and struggle to find others to connect with. Connection is one of the most important things to the Idealist and the overwhelming desire to help others that if they can find no channel for any of their quests they can very quickly sink into a bottomless pit of despair. Where is all this going i can hear you ask? Well i’m just trying to find other people who are suffering from depression and simply want to let them know that what they are suffering from may be because they are an Idealist. They find living in this world hard work and often escape into a world of fantasy or daydreaming in order to survive the harsh realities of this world. Please do not misunderstand me i am not saying that Idealists are just dreamers and no good to man nor beast otherwise God would not have created us. They are not just simply capable of dreaming….. they are visionaries and when they get a ‘cause’ under their skin can move mountains to achieve their goal – usually for the good of mankind. Gandhi was an Idealist, Elenor Roosevelt was an Idealist, Princess Diana was an Idealist, John the disciple who laid his head upon the Jesus’ breast was an Idealist to mention just a few. There are only 2% of the population that are Idealists and so we are rare but i feel unique! God created us to be world changers even if that means the ‘world’ is simply our neighbourhood it’s a start. Being an Idealist has at times been both a blessing and ‘curse’, i put the word curse in inverted comma’s as i do not literally believe it is a curse but more a very apt way to describe the way i feel sometimes being an Idealist in a non ideal world. We are passionate and so we suffer as a result if our passion is curbed or stunted, so if you know someone, or you are someone who suffers from depression it could be that they, or you, are an Idealist. Please find out for yourself it radically changed my life and i praise God for creating me just the way i am – an Idealist!
Oops / i am so silly sometimes… / SOoo… someone asks me earlier today how old my daughter Zafyre is “15 months” i reply…. / now, this …
Oops / i am so silly sometimes… / SOoo… someone asks me earlier today how old my daughter Zafyre is “15 months” i reply…. / now, this has actually been asked quite a few times over the past few weeks, and, each time I have replied “15 months” / Zafyre was born 14th December, 2006. / now do the math… Okay so i cannot add for shite! lol! :) / I’ll admit it, I’m one of those people that count using my fingers, :) / and so my mind’s been playin tricks / when asked, I think fleetingly, she’s born in december, its now may, thats 5 months so she is 15 months….WRONG! I cant believe it, I’ve been misleading everyone about her age without realising it. / A year is 12 months chicky, not 10. / So, that means that 12 + 5 = 17 months… / silly mummy i am… / :) :) :) / So, to everyone who thought Zafyre was 15 months old, sorry to mislead you due to my fabulous mathematical skills :) / She is officially 17 months old, going on 18 months… perhaps this has been my subconciousness denying that my little bubby is growing into a little girl… :)
My condolences to anyone who has been effected by the devastation of the Bush Fires in Victoria. Being a Victorian living in WA and wanti…
My condolences to anyone who has been effected by the devastation of the Bush Fires in Victoria. Being a Victorian living in WA and wanting to get back … my resolve is even stronger now. I wished I had been there already and was helping in a more physical way. It’s the worst national disaster ever seen in Australia but know that ALL Australia is behind anyone touched by this terrible event.
How does one remain positive about the future and ones career when they are not valued by the people who they do work for? Oh its creati…
How does one remain positive about the future and ones career when they are not valued by the people who they do work for? Oh its creative stuff so you’d be doing it anyway or lets just rip off the images from the internet, or even though you trained for this professionally …my secretary/nephew/so and so can do it. Oh I see your time is valuable but mine is not ! of Course! Stupid me needing to pay bills and eat! / My hopes and dreams are wilting and being crushed underfoot, like a daisy in the sidewalk.
Firstly, I wish to apologise to you, my friends, for not keeping up with your comments on my work and replying to you as I would normally…
Firstly, I wish to apologise to you, my friends, for not keeping up with your comments on my work and replying to you as I would normally try to do. Unfortunately, my attention has been dragged away from the ‘art’ part of the community here at RB, to more of a ‘huge family blow-up explosion’.... I am also very tired as I slept extremely little last night. I am also aware that Peter the Administrator must be in a very similar state, as he was also up extremely late last night. I hope many of you are aware of the incident that has provoked this. Helen Bascom has – in the time I have been here on RB – come to be my friend. My very good friend. What happened to her has upset me greatly. I did not sleep much last night. But – for me – there is an even larger issue at stake here than the summary deletion of Helen’s account from Red Bubble, without her having the chance to put her version of events. The issue at stake here is that Helen’s account was deleted summarily – with as far as I have been able to ascertain – NO INVESTIGATION of the circumstances – solely on the basis of a ‘report as inappropriate / personally abusive’ made by a third party who had absolutely NO direct involvement in the events or comments he / she was reporting! This reflects an ‘apparent’ zero tolerance’ policy here at RB for ‘personal abuse’... Yes, I agree, this sounds very good. Personal abuse should not be tolerated. However – this incident clearly highlights that – unlike some issues such as the potential for child pornography, where it is very easy to draw a straight line in the sand regarding who, at what age is or is not a ‘child’, the definition of what is considered ‘personal abuse’ vs the definition of describing someone’s creative work as personally offensive may NOT be so clearly defined. In this case, neither the person who made the original comment on Helen’s journal, nor Helen herself, felt the need to ‘report to RB’. Yes, RB DOES tell us to ‘report’ – do NOT go getting mixed up in arguments yourself – but – to my knowledge this issue was ended! Neither Helen, nor miron, had continued any form of offensive behaviour toward each other regarding this particular exchange. In the past, I myself have reported private bmails sent to me using the exact same words Helen wrote in her thread. The RB response to my complaint at the time was along the lines of “this appears to be dying down – let it be – if there’s any more report again and we’ll act”. At the time I was extremely upset. However, now, in retrospect, I can see that this response was correct! The matter DID end there of it’s own accord. The matter between Helen and miron may also most likely have ended right there of it’s own accord, and there would now be NO pages and pages of forum arguments that have gone WAY out of control, there would be no people favouriting any and all Tees with statements of F#$ You an dF#$% Off they can find, there would be no people removing all of their works for sale on RB, there would be no people deleting their accounts at RB and leaving in anger and disgust that Helen was given no chance to defend herself against this report by AN UNKNOWN AND UNNAMED THIRD PARTY WHO – for whatever personal reasons of their own, REINFLAMED a probably dead issue for their own personal reasons! In the 9-10 months I have been a member of Red Bubble I have come to greatly respect the motives and capacities of the RB management and staff team. Firstly, when I joined, this was my very first step back into a world from which I had been a virtual recluse for 7-8 years. I was very scared. It was things such as RB’s firm NSFW filter policy, which protected me from having to unintentionally view work I could have found extremely distressing, as well as their firm ‘play nice’ policy which enabled me to feel ‘safe enough’ to finally build up the nerve to join and take my first steps back into the world. I am, and will remain, incredibly grateful to Red Bubble, it’s management and members, for welcoming me – safely – here. Red Bubble has – since that time, provided me with the most wonderfully supportive community – as well as the opportunity of for the first time in my life ever making FRIENDS! This personal and emotional development and strengthening has also allowed in me a development and strengthening of my art, and my sense and confidence in myself as an artist. For this I also am, and will always remain incredibly grateful. I was extremely happy and proud of Peter (and the whole management team’s) response to the great outpourings of emotion over the issue of ‘porn’ on RB some months ago. They took a firm stance that in my eyes was fair, and manageable to police fairly. Peter has stated in one of the forum threads earlier today that the team needs a chance to assess what has happened and formulate a response – maybe even a change in policy – as it is appropriate. I agree they need the time and opportunity to do this. I hope that, in assessing these events, they will manage to see that such a punitive ‘zero tolerance’ policy on an issue that is NOT clearly black and white, that has MANY areas of grey in the HUGE domain between an artwork I may find personally offensive, and the aims of the person who created the work in either deliberately personally offending me or not – or the other way around… An artwork I may create to express an emotion or concept extremely close and important to me may, without any prior knowledge or intention on my part, clearly inflame another member. We may exchange our views rather forcefully in a comment thread. WE may – between ourselves, be totally satisfied that each has had his / her say – the matter is now closed. / Current RB policy allows – in any such situation – to ANY member of RB – the same result as happened to Helen Bascom. The immediate FULL DELETION of her account solely on the report of a third party with no examination of what their personal agenda may be in the making of a report about an incident that does not concern them. Any policy that allows such a punitive response to any third party report – with no investigation and NO opportunity for those actually involved in the event to explain themselves and the context in which the reported event took place is totally open to manipulation by anyone with an underlying malignant agenda against any of the participants to act out their own ‘vengeance’ with no fear of assessment of whether their complaint is fair and just. I stand by my assessment that such policy – totally open to such malignant manipulation (whether that occurred in this particular case or not!) is BAD policy. Peter – and all your team – I have grown to respect you all and the true motives you have in creating this COMMUNITY in this time I have been here. You have shown that you ARE capable of taking the hard decisions that must inevitably arise in managing a community as diverse as this. I will continue to actively take part in the ‘artists’ community’ aspect of this site, as I believe your motives for establishing it have been good, and I have great respect for what you have achieved. Also – I have to justify to myself why I am not taking the complete and final step of deleting my own account here in support of my friend, as others of Helen’s and my friends have done. I will miss them greatly here, though I am sure we will not lose contact in ‘the world’. I truly hope that, when given the time and opportunity to calmly analyse what has occurred you will be able to enstate a policy that calls for mandatory review of the details of instances such as this reported to management in this way. I also truly hope I will not be even more hurt and disappointed than I already have been this past day…... You have not given me reason to believe I would be…. Kallena xx
I used to be an editor. I was paid to correct people’s writing, from simple typographical errors, to bad grammar, inappropriate usage, an…
I used to be an editor. I was paid to correct people’s writing, from simple typographical errors, to bad grammar, inappropriate usage, and confusing syntax. My greatest joy was taking a double-spaced manuscript and marking it up with a red pen until it looked like it had bled to death. Why did I enjoy that so much? Because I believe that the integrity of any written material can be seriously called into question by even one careless mistake. People who are wonderfully creative writers are more concerned (and rightly so, IMHO) with ideas and content than the nit-picky editorial details. It was a team effort … someone else came up with the impressive prose, and I got to clean it up so that, when it was printed, it would properly serve its intended purpose. / / That is no longer my job, but I still cringe over certain common mistakes. I know that I should not care so much any more, and the last thing I would ever do is to single out individuals and tell them that I think they are doing something wrong. First of all, we are not writing here on redbubble for publication or for a good grade on a final exam. We are communicating from our hearts, and even what I would consider glaring errors in some people’s poetry submissions, I would not want to change because, in many cases, the “mistakes” add to the charm of the piece and, in some cases, may not be mistakes at all, but calculated for the effect. There are times, when our writing is intended to be casual, that even I admit to deliberately letting my grammar, usage, and punctuation lapse into the comfortable patterns of everyday speech. I CAN loosen up … live and let live. / / But. / / There is one thing that too many people consistently do that is just wrong, wrong, wrong, and I finally had to get it off my chest: YOU DO NOT NEED TO INSERT AN APOSTROPHE BEFORE THE LETTER “S” TO MAKE SOMETHING PLURAL. My subject line was taken from a handwritten sign I saw in someone’s front yard; I laughed and drove on, but I don’t think that the situation is all that funny, considering the rapidly growing number of people who would see nothing wrong with it. Why on earth did this practice suddenly become so prevalent, perpetrated even by intelligent people, many of whom are much better educated than I am? An apostrophe before the letter “s” shows possession … except, of course, in the possessive pronoun, “its,” because an apostrophe there indicates a verbal contraction. However, pretty much any noun you can think of that ends in a consonant or a consonant sound (such as “culture”), to make it plural, all you have to do is stick the “s” on the end and, bingo, you’ve got more than one! A word ending in a “y” sound, such as “baby,” you make plural by changing the “y” to “ie,” and then adding the “s”; and, again, no apostrophe is required. My profoundest apologies to anyone offended by this little rant. I am very sorry to have brought it up (but I am going to post it, anyway). I really am trying hard to chill out more and not grind my teeth over things like this. The language is slowly going to ruin, I can’t stop it, and I have no business getting so upset about it. It probably won’t kill anybody. I am, by the way, almost completely cured of wanting to scream when someone uses a nominative case pronoun with a preposition (most commonly in a case such as “this is just between him and I”), when the objective case pronoun is called for. This usage has so completely taken over, that if I did not try to ignore it, I would go insane. There are many so much more important issues in the world to get upset about, that I recognize the absurdity of wasting so much emotional energy on something I can’t do anything about, except for voicing my opinion once in a while. It’s just that old habits die hard. I bite my tongue a lot. I’m done now. Thanks for putting up with me.
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