MasksMasks4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
We all wear masks. Seldom we wear them to hurt others, but most times to protect ourselves.
We have to wear masks to be accepted in the community. It is sad, but we learn so from our earliest childhood - When our parents tell us not to cry, punish us with the words that good girl (or boy) does not do things like that.
And we learn an important lesson. When we show our true self we get punished, hurt, hated and rejected. But when we wear a mask, show the others what they want to see, we get rewarded, comforted, loved and accepted.
The older we get, the more masks we wear, different masks to show different persons, for different reasons. The Mask we show our Family, the mask we show our teachers, the mask we show our friends, the mask we show our employer and the mask we show to the persons we love, and want to receive love from.
We sooner or later forgot who we really are, and our true self stop to exist.
When I look into a mirror now, I don't see my own reflection anymore; I only see t
ArmageddonArmageddon12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
You have 5 minutes before the world ends
Your money won't buy you time
Say your goodbyes, get ready to climb
Fire pours forth over the ocean already
Hold your breath
Hold my hand
I can't watch
Hold me steady
Volcanoes exploding around us!
I didn't know that the world would end thus
Clouds belch forth ashes and brimstone
I'm not ready
Take me back home
How did you choose this moment
To wait until to make your last atonement
It's too late, the time's past for apology
I can't forgive it
Kiss me now
I may not see you
On the other side
The sky crashed down between you and me
the one schism left between you and me
we waited for too long
the one moment that I should have been the most exuberated
was the one moment I dreaded the most what would come next
the last moment of the world
spent with regrets
don't let it happe
Failed ProtectorFailed Protector5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
by: Avalon R.
These characters belong to me, do not use them without my permission please
She ran towards him, her short green pin straight hair flying out behind her, her big bright pink eyes sparkled with fresh tears, but these were tears of joy, mirroring her warm smile. His heart constricted with a painful joy his happiness bubbling forth in his chest and then he was running towards her too, as fast as he could, needing to feel her once more. They collided, her arms wrapping around his neck, he enveloped her in his embrace, he had always been larger then her, his form shaking with relief. He dropped to his knees, his arms still gripping her tightly, so happy to have her in his arms once more, even if it were just for a brief moment.
"I thought I'd never see you again." He murmured into her green hair. He felt her lips twitch up into a smile against the skin of his neck and he shuddered with desire. She looked up to him, those giant orbs shining in ado
The Stolen WolflingThe Stolen Wolfling5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Stolen Wolfling
By: Avalon R.
These characters belong to me, DO NOT STEAL THEM
The day had started off light and airy, the sun peaked through the clouds every now and then warming you up to the very core, but as soon as the hunting party brought back the small wolfling, a young boy clearly a half human a half wolf, or a werewolf, the sky had suddenly darkened. Large black clouds loomed in the sky threatening to thunder and storm upon the tiny village.
The little wolfling had been chained to a post outside Bron, the greatest hunter's, door, as a testament to all of those that he had caught the monster, and that it would be he who handed it over to the Warrior Priests for the reward. The tiny little boy would cry and pull against its chains, while the village children pelted it with rotten food and rocks. Every now and then the boy would call a name or try to speak in a language that none of them understood, for only the beast spoke the language of the f
Nightmares 2006i call out your nameNightmares 20069 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
in the middle of night
when i wake up from that dream
in the morning light,
my bodys shaking,
my mind a mess,
i'm scared and im alone,
sick of the dark and being cold,
so next time i wake from a nightmare,
please promise me you'll be there..
witch wicked a like spells she6witch wicked a like spells she6 years ago in Teen More Like This
and he cried.
She spelt loving wrong,
sorry but i could never stop loveng you
He picked it up, holding back tears, and the note on the dresser read:
As he was about to leave the room, he noticed something, a paper, on her nightstand.
He found her hanging from a rope above her bed, her flawless eyes rolled over, her neck slanted.
He managed his way into a door marking her room. It was ajar, so he pushed it and went inside.
Im sure shell be home any minute now. He reassures himself, tapping his platinum wristwatch.
Oh, shes only two minutes late. Shes probably proving a point that shes human; shes imperfect.
Getting more worried with every empty second, he double-checked his watch. Seven oh two.
Hello?! He cried, not assuming the worst. Anybody home? He shrugged, climbing upstairs.
He knocked on her door.
Am I beautiful?God, do you think I'm beautiful?Am I beautiful?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you see how I hide behind baggy clothes?
Do you see how I put make up on to attempt to make myself feel beautiful?
Do you see how every time I look in the mirror I look away immediately?
Do you see how I blow off every comment stating that I'm pretty?
Do you see how I feel like I'm not worth it?
Do you see how I don't think I'm beautiful?
Do you see my longing to be looked at?
Do you see my jealousy to the girls on magazines?
Do you see my insecurity?
Do you see my empty heart?
Do you see my tears?
Do you see me wanting to be more?
Do you see me trying anything to get it?
Do you see me when I try to be like everyone else?
Do you see me when I fail?
Do you see that I want to feel beautiful?
Do you see that I'm tired of hiding behind a mask?
Do you see that I just want to be set free?
Do you see that I'm giving this up to you?
Because God, I really want to know..
Do You think I'm beautiful?
Listen, O daughter, consider and give ear;
The Fires of MoscowThe Fires of Moscow5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Fires of Moscow
By: Avalon R.
Nina belongs to me, however the historical characters alluded to in this story don't cause... well they're historical characters
They rode into the town early that morning as the villagers woke to begin their morning chores. Their white slacks were gray from the wear, their blue jackets pulled close to their shivering, tired, hungry bodies. Their leader spurred them forward ordering them to take what they needed to feed himself and his army, kill anyone in the way or resisted.
The screams filled the morning hair painting the flaming horizon a gruesome red. Those that survived the attack, mostly young children and mothers, fled to the forest. The likely the survivors of other small villages such as this one were heading to Moscow. As was the army, for if they reached Moscow Russia would surely fall and they would have conquered most of Europe and now have a shortcut to conquering the rest.
They stayed in their little village, enjoying the spar
Sweet Child o Mine lyricsShe's got a smile that it seems to meSweet Child o Mine lyrics8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Reminds me of childhood memories
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine
Dragon SlayerThis book is a story of stories.Dragon Slayer8 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
It is fitting to begin with one of which there are so many variations.
Somewhere where there was a wood, far away and long enough ago not to matter to people who thought that way of getting rid of problems best, a little child found a bird on a woodland floor. The child was a boy; it could have been a girl, too, for it was just a common child.
But the bird was a majestic thing, which storytellers would later call the Simurgh Phoenix. It was crowned with glory, with wings like the sun, and all birds were made in its image.
It was a powerful bird, like an eagle, falcon or a hawk, that saw all things.
It was like a sparrow, very full of joy, that chirruped so that anyone with kindness would kneel to nest it in his hand.
It was like a magpie, that looked sharply at everyone, with a mind quicker than anything.
QuotesIt takes happiness to love life, but sorrow to understand why.Quotes11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Boredom is your mind's way of saying that you aren't doing all that you can do with your life.
Love lasts forever, but only if you know how to express it.
Manipulation is a skill to get everything you can out of life.
Freedom is not acheived by removing the shackles of your hands, but removing the shackles of your mind.
The distance one perceives is judged by the value it is to get there.
The mind's eye can only help you so much with love; the rest is blind.
Fight for what you believe in only if the reqard is greater than the pain endured.
Knowledge is not what you perceive from your surroundings, but what you perceive from within.
Time has lasted 4.6 billion years. Nothing can stop it so its best if you do all you can with your life with the time you have now.
Love is the same as chaos: it destroys, it creates, and you have no clue how to stop it.
You can know every fact ever said in any dictionary o
Love on Every Inch of YouI love you.Love on Every Inch of You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the glasses your classmates teased you about when you were little.
With the acne you can't seem to get rid of no matter how much you shower,
how little chocolate you eat,
or how old you get.
With whatever feature you find so utterly repulsive
that you cannot believe another human being would ever see you naked and rejoice.
I love that you are alive.
I love that each breath I take contains a little bit of you,
and of me,
and of every person who has ever lived.
I love pressing my hand to my heartbeat and knowing you feel the exact same thing.
I know you don't believe me.
You can't even consider the possibility.
And deep in your heart you doubt anyone
not just a perfect stranger,
but people who know you down to your last neuron
can really love you.
Do you know what else I know?
I know that it isn't true.
You are precious.
You are beautiful.
You are handsome.
You are every face I have ever wanted to kiss, to touch, to laugh with.
IronieDin voi doi a mai ramasIronie8 years ago in Open More Like This
doar ce ramane
Cand focul tot a incetat,
Cand soarele apune ;
Fara sa stii de ce,
si fara sa mai poti,
De negura care s-a strans,
Durerea s-o mai porti.
Te stingi si tu incet,
Ca soarele in toamna,
Ca focul intr-o viata,
Ca viata intr-o taina.
Plutind tot mai departe,
renunti sa mai incerci;
Vezi ca esti mut, iar e surda
si dezolat decizi ca pleci.
Dar indoiala te rapune
si vrei sa mai incerci ;
Sa-ncepi din nou cu toate,
In fapte sa te-ntreci,
Sa-i demonstrezi iubire,
Si-n certuri s-o implici
Crezand ca poate,
Din a ta inima vei stoarce miere,
Din al ei suflet - rauri de lapte.
Dar totul e-n zadar, si in zadar sunt toate ;
Tu inca o iubesti - Ea
nu mai poate.
QuotesQuotes:Quotes11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
~You're twisted, depraved, and rotten to the core... I like that in a person.
~Reality is a nice place, but I wouldn't want to live there.
~Sarcasm keeps you from telling people what you really think of them.
~I truly believe that my mask of sanity is about to slip.
~People always say I have a heart of steel, But they are all wrong because the truth of the matter is I don't have a heart at all.
~It is hard to stumble when you're on your knees.
~It is easy to be flexible when one is spineless.
~What's more important? The notes or the pauses between them-anonymous
~If music be the food of love then play on and give me excess of it- William Shakespeare
~Life is like a sewer you get out of it what you put into it – Tom Leher
~If practice makes perfect and nobody's perfect, why practice?
~If all the world's a stage, where is the audience sitting?
~Believe in yourself and you'll go far
~I'M NOT WIERD! I'M GIFTED!!!!!
~Do you want an introduction to my fist because I'd be glad to give
Forbidden ServantForbidden Servant5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I do not own Merlin at all (though I want to own Bradley) I only own Crystal
Merlin sat alone amongst a pile of Gaius' books, he had taken a break from combing through the massive dusty tomes a few moments ago to light many candles so he could see though the light of the sun was waning in the sky. So he sat himself back into the middle of the circle of books, ready to flip through the many pages attempting to find something that could help him. He wanted to ask Gaius which book to look through in order to find what he was looking for, but he knew Gaius wouldn't approve of his plan, nor let him go through with it. He had started hours ago while Gaius was out seeing to a few sick villagers, and knew now that he was running on borrowed time, Gaius was with Uther at the moment, but that would only delay him so long. Merlin had been through countless books at this point and he had yet to find a proper summoning spell but even if he could find
Are you still mine?I wonder, are you still mine?Are you still mine?5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It's been a while since we see each other,
It's been some time since we kiss each other.
I wonder, are you still faithful to me?
You said you would wait for me but you're a man.
Are you being honest when you say you love me?
Are you still keeping the promise of not breaking my heart?
I don't know what to think about it.
You play with my mind like if you know it for years.
You play with my heart and you make it disappear.
You play with my soul like if you were some god.
You play with my body like if it was a toy.
Sweet revenge one day I'll have,
if I ever find out you were not mine.
One year together and has been a hell,
but still good the memories that we share.
Allot has happen between us that I can't forget,
Hope your still faithful like once you said.
If the promise you made, it has been already broke,
you heart will be mine and you soul will be stolen.
YouYou5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you know how much I want you,
How anxiously I miss you.
How much is there to go without you and how my heart beats because of you.
It's like the way my heart grows,
With each moment I am with you.
Just there's never enough in lonely moments when I am not with you.
But I know how much you love me too,
How there's tomorrow for everything.
Yet your smile alone makes me think of nothing else but you.
spilled sugar.i am allowed to love you.spilled sugar.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is like fire in my teeth,
static between the braids
in my hair (interwoven with
clover and black eyed susan).
i love you separately and the same.
i know what your breath
tastes like to my ear,
again i live for your
hands on my flesh,
spilling bodies all around
the whiteness of
we are tangled like poetry.
slurring my anti-words,
i write you a note
in the letters i etch
down the parkway of
i want you to burrow
under my flesh
hair worn in double-
coils the same as our
my head will roll into your
lap, cheeks pink like
indian sunburn, and i will
wait until you tell me now,
i am going to take a picture
of a poem that you should read
(and my god, i hope that means us.)
Vampire--part 10--Darrius blinked, his eyes beginning to glow. Night watched him anxiously; he had never seen Darrius so upset. Night stood in the corner, watching closely as Darrius stood up, placing his hand over Aya’s heart. He began to mumble words in an ancient language. The images on Darrius’ torso began to darken as a portrait of war appeared in more details from the markings covering him. He continued to mumble his foreign words; Night watched on as a warm light blanketed Aya as she lay on the bed.Vampire--part 10--8 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“What are you doing?” Night stammered in shock.
“Bringing her back from the edge she is perched on. She is dangerously close to falling into the afterlife, I am re-filling her body with blood,” Darrius explained, his voice a growl from the physical strain on his body.
Night watched as the color slowly returned into Aya’s flesh and her eyes began to flicker under her eyelids. He looked back at Darrius whose eyes had dimmed back to normal but the markings on his
Encounter: Chapter 3Desmond and Lucy were still crouching together, his arm around her shoulders, when the paramedics finally arrived. Footsteps sounded down the hallway, many voices too.Encounter: Chapter 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Right here!" one of them called above all the others. The group of paramedics moved into the lab. There were about five.
Reluctantly Desmond pulled his arm away and he and Lucy stood up. The head paramedic headed towards them, a serious look on her face. "Tell me what has happened," she ordered kindly.
Immediately Lucy took charge. She didn't exactly lie, nor tell the truth either. She made a good sound of pretending to be scared. "This man. We found him here, just on the ground. He had several wounds- we tried to treat him."
"What kind of wounds?" the paramedic asked, holding a paper.
"I don't know." It was best to lie, that way he didn't have to explain. Desmond shot a look at Lucy. Get out of this situation- fast. But take care of Altaïr.
For the next few minutes Desmond and Lucy were questioned. What
7 Tips for Reading Like a Writer7 Tips for Reading Like a Writer7 Tips for Reading Like a Writer6 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So I've repeated a few times that one of the most important steps to being a writer, is to be a reader. And so, before I continue with my step-by-step process so that anyone can write a publishable novel, I want to give you some tips to make you an active reader. And yes, I'm also stalling with my articles a couple days until I get back to my giant, wonderful computer and stable internet—so sue me haha. But seriously, some important info here.
Tip 1: Get some pencils, colored pens, and some paperbacks that you don't mind marking.
I cannot emphasize enough the importance of pencils and colored pens to being an active writer. First, humans are tactile learners. We learn by touching and doing. Second, the process of marking and writing in the margins encourages us to actually pay close attention to what we are reading, and to read slowly and carefully. But then, what should we mark?
Tip 2: Mark everything you really like, or really dislike.