I am the director of my life
And as i see fit I rule world
I direct my own life
And i know how hard that can be
I am the artist and dancer and singer to
I am all I ever want to be
And i am ME like you are you
Lilly
The director was very arrogant. His cockiness oozed from every pore and they reeked with it. His self-worth far out compassed its true value. But he made “the big bucks” so all must bow before him.
Kali
In life, people wake up in the morning with no real sense of purpose usually, if anything, they embrace the spontaneity of each moment that awaits them around the corner. Young folks soon learn that although they may be the director of their own lives, not each take or moment of their cinematic story is completely in their youthful hands.
Betsy
someone who directs films or people on film. sometimes a director can be a force at work, a sort of boss in a company who directs people in different directions.
after she opened up her suitcase, she checked to make sure her script truly had been misplaced. Her final shot and she blew it all to a simple showcase of irresponsibility. It’s amazing how things happen.
Trev
but if i could make you homesick
and bring you back home to me
safe
i would
(there are worse things)
movies
cartoons
instructor
learning
acting
plays
dancing
singing
fun times with friends
actors
pretend
playing
performing
having fun
traveling to different schools
roles
parts to plays
speaking
instructing someone or something
following directions
Katelyn Madonna
My father was a director. He wore big yellow sunglasses and plaid pants. He sat in a black chair with wooden legs, and yelled at actors through a big cone shaped speaker. I liked to watch him direct because he saw things other people didn’t see, or just plain didn’t notice. He’d show the camera man a different angle, or the actress a different way of saying her line. Somehow, he brought it together, and it was magical. My dad was a director.
Angel
a modern haiku for two lovers, wherein one of them is absent and syllables are left uncounted:
denver to las vegas.
14 hours highway; no stopover for a motel.
one of us sleeps sitting up.
Who’s the directer of my life? Is it my feelings, my mind og my surrondings. If there is
Emma
Sitting in his fold-out chair, the director began to wonder what exactly it was that he had done with his life. For years he went to school to learn to sit in a chair and create fakes frames of a mimic of life which can never live up to the real thing. Had he wasted it?
Max
I once had a very strange dream… I was about 10 years old… and then I decided to change that dream into a play… so I gathered all my cousins, divided the roles, and wrote the script of the play… And I was the director and, of course, the heroine of the play… I remember it was a bit more like the adventures of Sindbad! I really miss my childhood!
I will not allow quotes of how I mucked through these times to be supplied for the masses in an effort to get them through a tough “Monday” morning. My adventures will mean more than that. They will mean the lack of exploitation and by doing so they will remain sacred. I am the director
masked habit
“No! Stop, stop, stop.”
“Shit…” muttered Andrew under his breath. He knew he had messed up again, but he couldn’t figure out what the director really wanted. This just wasn’t his thing. He hated being in the school play, but his mother was making him do something, and the idea of sports, spending all day with the jerks that already made fun of him, made him feel sick.
A director. A sham. The one who gets all the credit. The writer? As if. The writer is and remains unknown. The director. The one whose name is on the poster. The one who receives great acclaim. The writer. Unloved. Alone. Barely paid. Unrecognized. A silent set of words on paper. A whisper of, “I’m trying my best.”
Stephanie
She was not the director of a play with actors and a plot. She was the director of a life with people and problems and solutions.
the directors chair is an important chair, it’s where the director sits. my friend got a directors chair for his birthday, someone stole it for him. i don’t know where you would steal a directors chair from, but he did.
leads the way. points at things. has a unique vision. unleashes ideas from his head. tells the story.
Sandy
a person who leads other to do certain things, like the director of a movie or the director of a school, it gives you the lead, like the path you showuld follow.
it comes from direction.
also gives you advice sometimes,
ana pau
I have a director for this play Im in, King Lear, and she is pretty awseome she says we can’t call her by her last nme or shell think we’re talking to her mother. Its funny that that is the first thing I think about her because I have known her for a long time and that is definatly not the most interesting thing about her. I remember that most in association with the word director, because that was one of the first things she said to the acting group as introduction. As a person I consider her to be my freinds mother, my history teacher, and an all around awsome person. As a director, I think of her as someone who wants to be known by her first name. Is that strange? I think not. Its just the way I, and probably a lot of other people, deal with knowledge. We compartmentalize. If I thought about everything I know about this woman at the same time my head would proabably explode. This is by far the best stream of consiounces writing I have ever done. And how the hell am I supposed to spell consciousness. Heh, got it right second time around. Anyway, on the subject of the Director, there is another type that I find interesting. That is that a director is there to take a whole bunch of disparate peices, actors, a script,costumes and blocking and set, and make it all into a cohesive work of art. I would make a lousy director, I cant even make the jump from Director to person without self consciously writing down everything I’m thinking. Our director for Lear does a very good job considering. Why is that thing about her first name the first thing I remember. I suppose I found it endearing, but that can’t be all. I also find it endearing that she uses the word crudball and that she always repeats herself and can’t allow anyone to interupt her without losing her train of thought. It is the first thing I remember her saying as director. She had just replaced another woman I was used to and I wasn’t quite sure about her being director, even though I knew she was awesme. I suppose it put me at ease a little, and I suppose it was something that was very much in her nature to say. I was just starting to think of her as “director” and then she said something amuseing, and I guess it just stuck. Some thing about the way my brain works is that I can’t think about several things at once, nobody can. That’s probably why people break down when they try to multitask to much. The same thing happens to me when I try to write really fast. I get hung up about what to say, and then I am trying to theink of something, while simulteaneusly trying to finish writing down what I just thoutght of. If I do this to much my spelling goes out the window, and by the time my spelling is back on track I have forgotten what I was meaning to say. My brain needs a director.
I think I may have gone over the time limit a bit. Sorry.
Erin
Director of me, what’s that that’s preventing anyone to see my inner lawn? Hire someone to chase my wind, the way it’s never been, so pleasantly caressed was I under a burning sky.
I want to be the director of my life.
I will tell everyone where to move and what to say.
If they do their jobs well, they can ad lib a bit but
I have the control. I find the more I exercise power,
the better I become as a director of my own play.
Robin
He sits in his office, hands folded on a cold wooden desk and a one-eyed stare cold enough to make even the toughest agents squirm. He is unforgiving and merciless as he raises the gun and BOOM. The woman before him widens her eyes as she drops to the ground. It isn’t fatal, they both know. He still has use for her.
He sits in his office, hands folded on a cold wooden desk and a one-eyed stare cold enough to make even the toughest agents squirm. He is unforgiving and merciless as he raises the gun and BOOM. The woman before him widens her eyes as she drops to the ground. It isn’t fatal, they both know. He still has use for her.
I’ve always wanted to be a director of a movie, but then again I’ve also wanted to be the editor, the actor, and everything else in between. I want to direct everything
Nicholas Fury. His name fit him, and he didn’t know if he had done that subconsciously, melding his personality around the name chosen for him, or if it was chosen it because that was him. It fit, and he supposed that was what mattered. Fury wasn’t just about anger, no, it was unpredictability, and control: fury wasn’t aimless, it was more specific than that. (Marvel drabble)
Kaylee Rowena
If he wanted to be the director of our life, who was I to stop him? His words had a way of moving me. I had lost control of where I was going and it suddenly became clear, I wouldn’t be able to stop it until we crashed.
Jessica
The the wind got into his hair, he looked back remembering all the things he has done, all the things he has filmed, all the “if”s and “maybes.
He’s quite firm, but I understand that there’s a point to his instruction. When I lay my hand across the page and feel my brush sweep with hues of lilac along the green I drew the day before, I smile. It has only been a week since I began with him, and my stroke have come to be far better and his directions far clearer to me, and wth this my lines have become clearer.
Charlie Morris
A director is a leader. he is a man who knows what he wants and how he wants it. Although he is a leader he is not the project. He is nothing without the whole crew that helps bring a movie together as one.
Tevens
Off stage he was a different person. Doodling on a pad he’d draw a line down her spine to the periwinkles on the keel until she swatted him away in laughter. They’d lock and snake and talk in nonsense until his eyes caught sight of the eclipse from the gap in the venetians. Then he’d be gone.
The director of the Homestead project slowly flipped through the report. His coffee, which had been left unattended, cold upon the desk. The serial killer was back.
I looked up at the director.
He screamed “Go to your zone, you rat!” then uttered under his breath “God, the incompetent employees they send me from above!”
So I hurried away, and did what I was told.The zone wasn’t very far anyways.
mi director is very funny, i love him, he just make me smile and he gives me a lot of things that i like .. he makes me feel special, in his job like director is so good
daniela
leader
head
vision
forwards
power
camera
theatre
board meetings
forward thinking
brains
knowledge
understanding
future
mission
aims
goals
team leader
forward motion
clever
impatient
love
t
The director of the Homestead project slowly flipped through the report on his desk. The coffee that he had picked up over an hour ago was cold, as he had managed to completely forget about it for the second time that day. Nothing could distract him like the stories of the newly discovered serial killer in the west.
Brittany
a director is a pretty cool sort of a guy. he you know, directs stuff so yeah. like movies etc. he is a pretty cool hell of a being. better than GLaDOS even.. Tom Hiddleston would stay as a stage actor if there wasn’t such a profession as directing. Thank you directors.
Ide Hiddleston
The man in the wooden chair, the wind blowing from the seaside down his camera lense. No one sees as he does, the cyclops with an eagle’s eye for detail. There is nothing like the story he has to tell.
Daniel McCallum
a director is in charge of making a movie. stephen speilberg is a director, so is james cameron who made titanic and the avatar movie. lots of famous people are directors. direcint is really hard and takes creativity. there are animated movies like monsters inc, im not really sure how you would direct that but its probably easier because its animated characters not people. people dont cooperate
caitlin
It’s been so long-
since i’ve seen your face.
and that’s all I can think about-
center stage.
just you,
and a single beam of light.
you’re skin glowing;
that’s all I see,
you.
and only you.
with nothing,
but the biggest smile on your face
oh, joy
how I love being human,
and being allowed to feel.
I am the director of my life
And as i see fit I rule world
I direct my own life
And i know how hard that can be
I am the artist and dancer and singer to
I am all I ever want to be
And i am ME like you are you
The director was very arrogant. His cockiness oozed from every pore and they reeked with it. His self-worth far out compassed its true value. But he made “the big bucks” so all must bow before him.
In life, people wake up in the morning with no real sense of purpose usually, if anything, they embrace the spontaneity of each moment that awaits them around the corner. Young folks soon learn that although they may be the director of their own lives, not each take or moment of their cinematic story is completely in their youthful hands.
someone who directs films or people on film. sometimes a director can be a force at work, a sort of boss in a company who directs people in different directions.
after she opened up her suitcase, she checked to make sure her script truly had been misplaced. Her final shot and she blew it all to a simple showcase of irresponsibility. It’s amazing how things happen.
but if i could make you homesick
and bring you back home to me
safe
i would
(there are worse things)
movies
cartoons
instructor
learning
acting
plays
dancing
singing
fun times with friends
actors
pretend
playing
performing
having fun
traveling to different schools
roles
parts to plays
speaking
instructing someone or something
following directions
My father was a director. He wore big yellow sunglasses and plaid pants. He sat in a black chair with wooden legs, and yelled at actors through a big cone shaped speaker. I liked to watch him direct because he saw things other people didn’t see, or just plain didn’t notice. He’d show the camera man a different angle, or the actress a different way of saying her line. Somehow, he brought it together, and it was magical. My dad was a director.
a modern haiku for two lovers, wherein one of them is absent and syllables are left uncounted:
denver to las vegas.
14 hours highway; no stopover for a motel.
one of us sleeps sitting up.
Who’s the directer of my life? Is it my feelings, my mind og my surrondings. If there is
Sitting in his fold-out chair, the director began to wonder what exactly it was that he had done with his life. For years he went to school to learn to sit in a chair and create fakes frames of a mimic of life which can never live up to the real thing. Had he wasted it?
I once had a very strange dream… I was about 10 years old… and then I decided to change that dream into a play… so I gathered all my cousins, divided the roles, and wrote the script of the play… And I was the director and, of course, the heroine of the play… I remember it was a bit more like the adventures of Sindbad! I really miss my childhood!
I will not allow quotes of how I mucked through these times to be supplied for the masses in an effort to get them through a tough “Monday” morning. My adventures will mean more than that. They will mean the lack of exploitation and by doing so they will remain sacred. I am the director
“No! Stop, stop, stop.”
“Shit…” muttered Andrew under his breath. He knew he had messed up again, but he couldn’t figure out what the director really wanted. This just wasn’t his thing. He hated being in the school play, but his mother was making him do something, and the idea of sports, spending all day with the jerks that already made fun of him, made him feel sick.
A director. A sham. The one who gets all the credit. The writer? As if. The writer is and remains unknown. The director. The one whose name is on the poster. The one who receives great acclaim. The writer. Unloved. Alone. Barely paid. Unrecognized. A silent set of words on paper. A whisper of, “I’m trying my best.”
She was not the director of a play with actors and a plot. She was the director of a life with people and problems and solutions.
the directors chair is an important chair, it’s where the director sits. my friend got a directors chair for his birthday, someone stole it for him. i don’t know where you would steal a directors chair from, but he did.
leads the way. points at things. has a unique vision. unleashes ideas from his head. tells the story.
a person who leads other to do certain things, like the director of a movie or the director of a school, it gives you the lead, like the path you showuld follow.
it comes from direction.
also gives you advice sometimes,
I have a director for this play Im in, King Lear, and she is pretty awseome she says we can’t call her by her last nme or shell think we’re talking to her mother. Its funny that that is the first thing I think about her because I have known her for a long time and that is definatly not the most interesting thing about her. I remember that most in association with the word director, because that was one of the first things she said to the acting group as introduction. As a person I consider her to be my freinds mother, my history teacher, and an all around awsome person. As a director, I think of her as someone who wants to be known by her first name. Is that strange? I think not. Its just the way I, and probably a lot of other people, deal with knowledge. We compartmentalize. If I thought about everything I know about this woman at the same time my head would proabably explode. This is by far the best stream of consiounces writing I have ever done. And how the hell am I supposed to spell consciousness. Heh, got it right second time around. Anyway, on the subject of the Director, there is another type that I find interesting. That is that a director is there to take a whole bunch of disparate peices, actors, a script,costumes and blocking and set, and make it all into a cohesive work of art. I would make a lousy director, I cant even make the jump from Director to person without self consciously writing down everything I’m thinking. Our director for Lear does a very good job considering. Why is that thing about her first name the first thing I remember. I suppose I found it endearing, but that can’t be all. I also find it endearing that she uses the word crudball and that she always repeats herself and can’t allow anyone to interupt her without losing her train of thought. It is the first thing I remember her saying as director. She had just replaced another woman I was used to and I wasn’t quite sure about her being director, even though I knew she was awesme. I suppose it put me at ease a little, and I suppose it was something that was very much in her nature to say. I was just starting to think of her as “director” and then she said something amuseing, and I guess it just stuck. Some thing about the way my brain works is that I can’t think about several things at once, nobody can. That’s probably why people break down when they try to multitask to much. The same thing happens to me when I try to write really fast. I get hung up about what to say, and then I am trying to theink of something, while simulteaneusly trying to finish writing down what I just thoutght of. If I do this to much my spelling goes out the window, and by the time my spelling is back on track I have forgotten what I was meaning to say. My brain needs a director.
I think I may have gone over the time limit a bit. Sorry.
Director of me, what’s that that’s preventing anyone to see my inner lawn? Hire someone to chase my wind, the way it’s never been, so pleasantly caressed was I under a burning sky.
I want to be the director of my life.
I will tell everyone where to move and what to say.
If they do their jobs well, they can ad lib a bit but
I have the control. I find the more I exercise power,
the better I become as a director of my own play.
He sits in his office, hands folded on a cold wooden desk and a one-eyed stare cold enough to make even the toughest agents squirm. He is unforgiving and merciless as he raises the gun and BOOM. The woman before him widens her eyes as she drops to the ground. It isn’t fatal, they both know. He still has use for her.
He sits in his office, hands folded on a cold wooden desk and a one-eyed stare cold enough to make even the toughest agents squirm. He is unforgiving and merciless as he raises the gun and BOOM. The woman before him widens her eyes as she drops to the ground. It isn’t fatal, they both know. He still has use for her.
I’ve always wanted to be a director of a movie, but then again I’ve also wanted to be the editor, the actor, and everything else in between. I want to direct everything
Nicholas Fury. His name fit him, and he didn’t know if he had done that subconsciously, melding his personality around the name chosen for him, or if it was chosen it because that was him. It fit, and he supposed that was what mattered. Fury wasn’t just about anger, no, it was unpredictability, and control: fury wasn’t aimless, it was more specific than that. (Marvel drabble)
If he wanted to be the director of our life, who was I to stop him? His words had a way of moving me. I had lost control of where I was going and it suddenly became clear, I wouldn’t be able to stop it until we crashed.
The the wind got into his hair, he looked back remembering all the things he has done, all the things he has filmed, all the “if”s and “maybes.
He’s quite firm, but I understand that there’s a point to his instruction. When I lay my hand across the page and feel my brush sweep with hues of lilac along the green I drew the day before, I smile. It has only been a week since I began with him, and my stroke have come to be far better and his directions far clearer to me, and wth this my lines have become clearer.
A director is a leader. he is a man who knows what he wants and how he wants it. Although he is a leader he is not the project. He is nothing without the whole crew that helps bring a movie together as one.
Off stage he was a different person. Doodling on a pad he’d draw a line down her spine to the periwinkles on the keel until she swatted him away in laughter. They’d lock and snake and talk in nonsense until his eyes caught sight of the eclipse from the gap in the venetians. Then he’d be gone.
The director of the Homestead project slowly flipped through the report. His coffee, which had been left unattended, cold upon the desk. The serial killer was back.
I looked up at the director.
He screamed “Go to your zone, you rat!” then uttered under his breath “God, the incompetent employees they send me from above!”
So I hurried away, and did what I was told.The zone wasn’t very far anyways.
mi director is very funny, i love him, he just make me smile and he gives me a lot of things that i like .. he makes me feel special, in his job like director is so good
leader
head
vision
forwards
power
camera
theatre
board meetings
forward thinking
brains
knowledge
understanding
future
mission
aims
goals
team leader
forward motion
clever
impatient
love
The director of the Homestead project slowly flipped through the report on his desk. The coffee that he had picked up over an hour ago was cold, as he had managed to completely forget about it for the second time that day. Nothing could distract him like the stories of the newly discovered serial killer in the west.
a director is a pretty cool sort of a guy. he you know, directs stuff so yeah. like movies etc. he is a pretty cool hell of a being. better than GLaDOS even.. Tom Hiddleston would stay as a stage actor if there wasn’t such a profession as directing. Thank you directors.
The man in the wooden chair, the wind blowing from the seaside down his camera lense. No one sees as he does, the cyclops with an eagle’s eye for detail. There is nothing like the story he has to tell.
a director is in charge of making a movie. stephen speilberg is a director, so is james cameron who made titanic and the avatar movie. lots of famous people are directors. direcint is really hard and takes creativity. there are animated movies like monsters inc, im not really sure how you would direct that but its probably easier because its animated characters not people. people dont cooperate
It’s been so long-
since i’ve seen your face.
and that’s all I can think about-
center stage.
just you,
and a single beam of light.
you’re skin glowing;
that’s all I see,
you.
and only you.
with nothing,
but the biggest smile on your face
oh, joy
how I love being human,
and being allowed to feel.