From Behind this MasqueAll the things I could say about you in praise and adoration,From Behind this Masque5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And you'd never believe a word of it from my lips.
But not me.
I'm having trouble with this Masque.
I try to take it off,
But the Harder I fight it,
The Tighter it clings.
Although I still wear this Masque,
Ill tell you the words I am dying to say,
Even if they have no meaning
Coming from the mouth of this thing that is not me.
Its a powerful word.
Yet, strangely enough,
it doesn't even begin to scratch the surface,
When I think about you.
To even begin to think someone could sum you up,
In any number of words,
Would be like trying to gaze into the fourth dimension with our mortal eyes.
It can't be done by anyone living on this plane.
Demons shy away from your light,
and the Angels envy it.
So, my words to you, Milady,
Mean nothing as they flow from me now.
And they never will.
Not while I wear
This Damnable Masque.
The Shameless, Blameless, NamelessThe Shameless, Blameless, Nameless11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hope lasting impression,
Pulling at hair, gasping for air.
Scratches in skin, the sweet scent of sin.
Each look in the eye, another piece dies.
Tangled in thread, a fresh hole to the head.
The morning masked, another demon for the past.
Leaving the mess,
A cold empty wretch,
A hopeless case, wrapped in a beautiful face.
A sneer and a glare,
Over skin taut and fair..
Ocean blue skies, hid under black clouded eyes,
"Oh well, I tried."
Phantom Star Chapter 1-The whole world is watchingPhantom StarPhantom Star Chapter 1-The whole world is watching1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1-The whole world is watching
13 year old Carla couldn't wait until class was over; she watched the clock tick slowly. Her foot anxiously tapped the floor as the teacher droned on about Shakespeare's history. Finally the bell screamed and she was out the door first. Excited to finally be out she made a quick stop by her locker to drop off some books, when she made it outside her mother was already waiting in the car by the curb side. When she got home she and her little sister helped their mother with the groceries, once inside she dropped the bags on the kitchen counter and rushed to her room to change clothes. When she emerged from her room now in her lazy clothes she headed into the living room and hopped onto the couch, snatching the remote from her little sister's hand who protected, she then flipped to the channel she was looking for.
She was right on time because the show she was waiting for started. A hip, pretty brunette with a microphone spoke
Transcendentalism?I walk and I go and go and walkTranscendentalism?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But do I ever get anywhere?
People live and people love
But does that get them anywhere?
We dream we talk―we talk of dreams
And yet we just sit back and watch time go by
And yet I wonder―why?
I don't like apathetic people who do nothing
Yet to them I'm drawn
I don't like those who lack alacrity
And yet to them I run
And once again I'm presented with the question:
Why do I care what other people do?
And yet it makes me cry
My brain is filled to the brim with tears
My never-ending pool of whys.
I sit outside in my spare time
At times when I am bored
And it's in those bored times I tend to find
How confused I feel inside
That causes my so many whys
And this stream of consciousness,
And the times flies.
I walk and go and go and walk
But do I ever get anywhere?
I hope so.
I hope that in my struggle, in my trial, in my tribulation
That I can finally get somewhere
Whenever it is I'm going.
To get past my pool, to get past my whys.
And to buy me
Oms for Dziu__EnglishOms for Dziu__English2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The smallest of the house, the boy about four years, smiled at the door, finding the familiar face of his mother looked out the door. The boy had just awakened, would be the early hours of the morning. A distant mirror drawing his image, hair disheveled, half-artificial wings. Their huge eyes, golden-brown, shining in the sunlight. A bit chubby little hands rushed in bringing them to head and rub cheeks. His head informing him he was a little sore. A pillow and a corner of one of his blankets was what separated him from the ground.
"Honey, again on the floor?" The mother came across the child to give a check on his head to determine he was very good.
"Mom" the boy raised his arms waiting to be embraced in the lap of his mother.
"Son, you're large"she replied with a smile as she rose from the ground and take him out of the room. "Are you hungry, honey?"
"oms?"(Worms?) He said in his little voice awkwardly, asking for the menu that day. His mother sighed with a bit of sadness in her face
People say.People say they're livingPeople say.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
life to the fullest. But,
People say that today was
the worst day of their
People say they just had
an epiphany, a revelation, a
new philosiphy. But,
People say big
People say big
the question is:
do they mean
SpringStudents walk out the western doorSpring2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Probably for gym
Three black birds fly overhead
Revealing their white undersides
Nathan says he's OCD
As he lays on the ground
The wind blows overhead and through me
As the sun heats my skin
Andra talks of bubbles
While Maria talks of class
Everyone looks over at gym
Two black birds fly overhead
Nathan says it's spring 1st
Reminding me of what I love
A red teacher tells students to run
But mine carries a computer
Creative writing this is
(A whistle blows)
Birds chirp and tweet and sing
While one black bird flies off in the distance
Mandy has a box of cereal
And my friends are much too hyper
The sun creates my shadow long
But the concrete I sit on is cold
Krystal's shoes are so pretty
But she says she hates nature
Andra stands up 'cuz she's done writing
But will I ever be done?
Wind blows through and over me
No birds in the sky
And yet I hear them clearly
They whistle no goodbyes
I love spring
Esmuth 1Esmuth 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thick darkness around
Into it I seep
When suddenly I am met with
Light permeating the deep
And envelope me
And as I open my eyes
I find I cannot sleep
Areole awoke to pale green light streaming in through her tiny window. Her body convulsed at the cold under her bed cover, her sliver hair a mess. She couldn't have slept last night, not with the possibility of having the dreams again. She slowly turned over and rubbed her eyes in the silence. She still had to go to school, but she wasn't about to get up. Not until she had to.
Siena, the house's maid came through the slightly worn door and walked across the wooden landing to the bunk-bed Areole was atop of. The dark-haired lady let out an obnoxious sigh and shook Areole's bed. "Get up Areole, everyone else is already eating!" Areole's head slithered out of a corner of the cover. Outside the room was the same as it had always been. Plain. The wooden floor that creaked, the closet that had no doors, the bed mad
Freedman and the 'HogFreedman and the 'Hog2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I stepped intah the impound lot, it was like I'd died and gone to heaven.
Mechanical bits and pieces were sorted intah piles next to metal odds and ends according ta what they origin'ly came from and what theyah use was. Extra tools were available for all us Sci/Res mechanics and engineers, and each 'n ev'ry one 'a us was just imaginin' all the poss'bilities. I thanked the Lord for the bounty before us.
But when the captains said we needed to repair the busted jeeps n' planes, lot'sa the others started complainin'! I couldn't figger it out, so I gave up tryin' and got straight ta work - jus' 'cuz they said we had to fix 'em didn' mean we couldn't make 'em bettah than befo'!
So I let out Goliath, who'd been behavin' much nicer than when I first got 'im, and we got ta fixin. Within hours, we'd repaired the jeeps tha' were better off, and started on the worse ones. Felt like all we was doin' was fixin the same jeeps tho'...
On my lunch break, I found out why: all the recruits was lea
Auras stories 5 - Auryas first loveAuras stories 5 - Auryas first love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Melanarth Aeiheim's people made a huge mistake, and it was the "the chosen one" could be someone else.
The second tribe was from Lyusrota (meaning "shiny route") and its people very humble, peaceful and hard-working. They were not demons nor warriors like the people living in the other island, but they also were sun-tanned and had dark hair and eyes. There were only men in Lyusrota, so they learnt how to build boats and decided to travel around the world. Their island had a huge lake and a mountain of rainbow gems and that was the origin of its name. Even if it was a place full of light, it could still be the "dark earth" from the riddle.
There were only men, so they took some of those gems and sailed towards unknown lands. The ocean currents took those courageous hearts to the left coast of Terravera. When they arrived there for the first time, they were well welcomed by the wise man and some of the women. Once both groups shared characteristics about their cultures, the travelers fro
marry me. merry you.marry me. merry you.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
won't you say those words 'I do'.
I woke up that morning a little apprehensive. Today was the day that my catholic group and I went to some random ski hill called Wilmot who knows how far away. But that wasn't why I was anxious. I was bringing my boyfriend with me. This was one of my first dates with him.
The majority of the day just blurred past me. I can't tell you what I did, or what I ate an hour ago, all I know is that when the time finally came to go, it was already almost twilight outside. I put on the outfit I had picked out the day beforea warm sweater and some jeans. But it didn't really matter what I wore, because it was going to end up being covered by winter gear anyway. After meticulously putting on my new makeup, I made my way downstairs and out the door, avoiding my idiot older brothers.
It was FREEZING outside. I was so glad that I had brought my Romeoville jacket over my coat, you knowextra protection. But regardless of the temp
The Innocence of Human Tender - PrefaceThe Innocence of Human Tender - PrefaceThe Innocence of Human Tender - Preface2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The particular tale on which this event is recorded is, indeed, a true tragedy, related to by a dear friend whose grief cannot nor shall not be forgotten with vain contempt. I wish to not attribute this tale to the person whom was gracious enough to pose this melancholy issue; however, this is, most unfortunately, not a tale derived from imagination. This piece of literature, though contributed to myself, a mere bystander from another nation, should hope to serve its purpose in exposing tragedy under the painful title of a Muckraker. On such grounds as its thesis, I have strived to keep this tale as discreetly relevant to the original tale as possible without directing its attention to the lovely being who was willing to grace myself with this event, to whom I will always regard with the upmost respect, as has been displayed to me.
In the case that any particular statement be mentioned that should glare in my companion's direction, I will immedia
Dario's StoriaDario's Storia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prompt: The boy who lived in the attic.
Dairo sat down on his plump soft bed, the cold winter winds blew through the badly lite room as he sighed. Downstairs was a large and rather boisterous party going on courtesy of his cousin. It was supposed to be a quiet calm weekend in his own home and here he was in his room and he could still hear the cheesy party music and screams of drunken teens. His cousin were his babysitter... Some babysitting skills she had... Seriously Dairo could run around the house in nothing but his birthday suit and she wouldn't notice. He could be ten times better then her. Tonight was so important and here he was wasting it he felt miserable, not even his mother stayed with him. Didn't she remember what was so important?
He sighed it was times like this where he missed his old home and life. The attic there was drier and he didn't have to worry about the demon cat from H-E-double hockey sticks flying down from the rafters at one in the morning or claw his
Verses of the Heartt ch.4Verses of the Heartt ch.42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
RECAP: Tsukiko Heartt (AKA Suki) has met the new kid in school, Akio, and she already has a crush on him. So far they've had the first two class periods together, now it's fourth hour. While having a conversation with Kevin, it was revealed to many students that Akio is related to the school-famous "Ryley." But who is that? And why is it such a big deal?
"When I fall, I make sure I fall on my back, because if I can look up, I can GET UP" Les Brown
A couple minutes before class ended, everybody started gathering up their stuff, even though Mrs. Fenwick was still talking. Had it gone on any longer, she would've gotten pretty ticked off but just a second before the bell rang, everybody got up and left the classroom in practically an instant. Since everyone was going one-way, and Akio another, he was half-stumbling half-running to catch up with Zero, and almost lost him a couple times.
Biscuit's StoriaBiscuit's Storia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Prompt: Biscuit gets a camera for his birthday.
Biscuit stared at the mountain of colorful shapes wrapped in paper. Near him was a half eaten carrot cake, balloons, and family members now finishing their meals. His ears twitched as he watched him mother and father pull down the first box. It was huge, with bright green wrapping paper. He grabbed in longingly and smiled.
"Biscuit, that one's from you aunt." His mother whispered in to his long ears, he beamed.
"Thank you, Auntie!" He yelled as he opened the box, inside was the latest video game console. After it was all the other games and toys for the system from his whole family. All except one He had really wanted this one game and no matter what box he opened it seemed like it was none of them he was done to the last two boxes, one in gold the other in some sort of color splattered paint collage that was hand made
Biscuit turned back to his grandmother; everyone called her Nana, even though that wasn't h
CommisionCommisions are open!Commision2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
15-> 1 character
20-> 2 characters
25-> 3 characters
50-> Up to 5 characters
100-> Up to 3 characters and a full color backgrounds
a letter from a obsesor p:3a letter from a obsesor p:32 years ago in Settings More Like This
You have nice hand writing. Im glad you wrote back to me, even though it was a angry letter. I know what I did was horrible, but please, please, forgive me. Deep down I really am sorry. I never wanted to push you away. If you give me another chance, I swear it wont happen again. Ill take you anywhere, I will give what ever I can. I know with all the horrible things in my life, that I probably don't deserve any forgiveness. But if there is a god, a non-lazy one, maybe he'll decide to feel pity on me and give me a second chance at life and at a relationship with you.
From, Johnny aka the lonely guy
p.s I wasn't stalking. I was observing. There is a difference.
To My KnownTo My Known2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To my friends who have supported me throughout my life goals, to those I have just been acquainted with, to those who I stand for and those who stand for me, I thank all of them for giving me the greatest accomplishment imaginable.
To my enemies who have denied my rights, who have deemed me unworthy in the social standards of "life", to those that have spat at my face countless times, I salute them for giving me the knowledge of this world, that it is filled with many sorrowful things, and helped me recognize that I should still love it.
Finally to the cowards, those who hide behind the false advertisement of popularity, those who hide behind the broken chains of words which claim little or no face value, those who would hide behind the lethal creations of mankind whether it be electronic or not, I state this: "Courage is the magic that turns dreams into reality." If you're still a coward, happy nightmares..
Double Danny Chapter 2Double Danny Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Double Danny Chapter 2: Lost in Yesterday
Danny had changed back into his human form a few minutes earlier and come home. Now he lay flopped out on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was truly puzzled. Why had the ghosts suddenly become humans? Who was X? What did he need energy from a child for? How would he take the energy? What would have become of the little boy if he hadn't been rescued?
As Danny lay pondering these questions, he heard the doorknob to his room turn. For a second, Danny feared it was one of his parents, but eliminated that possibility when he heard the voice of his sister.
"Danny, is everything all right?"
The teenaged boy glanced up at Jazz. "Um... not really..." he said hesitantly.
Jazz shut the door and sat down next to him. "Wanna talk about it?"
Danny sat up and sighed. "That's actually just what I was hoping to do," he said, smiling lightly. "You see, at the amusement park today, we had a bit of a... ghost problem."
Jazz quirked an eyebrow. "Isn't that norma
Fire Sphere 306-Act TwoFire Sphere 306-Act Two2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Act Two: The Firestarter
Silence spread across the table as everyone stared at Gabrielle. Enere couldn't take her eyes off of her because she couldn't believe that she had finally returned to them. Gabrielle looked down at her food and was wondering if they wanted some
"Ummm, you guys want these or something? I can share with you". Gabrielle smiled and looked up at Enere who had left her spot.
Enere kneeled down to meet Gabrielle face to face and started to stare straight into her eyes. She wanted to make sure it was actually the Gabrielle that she knew from when she was a little kid. Gabrielle blushed a little bit because she noticed how close she was to her face.
"Ummm, may I help you? This is kind of awkward". Gabrielle looked away from Enere to see if she would stop looking at her. Enere smiled to herself and said. "Yeah, never mind guys. This isn't her".
Everyone looked at her and back at Gabrielle. "Are you sure this isn't her? I mean she has the same hair color and style like th
CrushedCrushed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you walk by me.
Do you see me?
I hear you talk in class.
Do you hear me?
I feel my heart beat fast.
Does your heart beat?
I love you
but you love another.
You Don't CareYou don't care.You Don't Care3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You don't care that I am hurting inside, that I regret the mistakes that I have made that night. I was hurt, angry, and impulsive. I am only human.
But you don't care.
You started to constantly blow up for whatever reason, and I was there to talk to you. I was there to comfort you too when you were sad. Yet the one, rare, time that I happened to blow up, you let me fall and crash.
And you don't care.
You allowed someone else to bash me in public instead of keeping it civil. You became possessive and clingy, not wanting me to get as close to other people like I was to people. You did not want to be replaced, and I understood that. Still do. But, you wanted to hold me back. You violated my rights as an artist, copying a bunch of my ideas to the point that it was incriminating. You even lied, saying that I forced you to change your characters, when really I only joked a couple of times, and made some suggestions, which you kept. You are the ones who RPed them, s
The love between two PhantomsThe love between two Phantoms3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Love Between Two Phantoms!
I woke up to my alarm clock going off "Ugh!" I turned over and slamed my hand againist it "Why so freakin early?!" I said to myself and covered up my head with my pillow and fell further into my bed. "Steph? Stephy!Wake up this minute Stephanie!" I uncovered my head from my pillow and saw my mother. Her name is Sherri Luna. She has short thin light brown hair that doesn't even past her shoulders but are on top. She has dark brown eyes and light tanned skin and probaly in her forties. I looked at her and I put my head back under my pillow "Stephanie!" She took my pillow and took my blanket off of me "Get up! You promised Danny that you'll be over his house early to help him!" I groaned and looked at mom "But momma we live like right next door! Why so early?" I saw she was wearing her job clothes and I sighed. She was wearing a blue su
Am I pretty?Am I pretty?2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
One dim day,
On the dull, bleak streets
A dark alley path,
With the road it meets.
The darkness will glow.
Glow of loneliness, loneliness I would know.
From what I've seen if you walk in far,
Far enough to where you can see passing cars.
In the alcove of black where you can hear footfall,
You might see a child curled up by the wall.
Buried under thin black hair.
You might be curious as to why the child's there.
Sensing your presence, the little one lifts its head.
Revealing a horrific sight instead.
An ear to ear grin,
containing sharp, carnivorous shears.
Pouring red like grieving tears.
They also seem to be rolled into the back of the head,
for all you can see is white and blood red.
This face of pure white, seeming dead or ill.
It just looks like it wants to kill.
But one small feature confusing you so,
Is at the top of its head.
A large pink bow.
Still staring at the thing staring right back at you
Your eyes are just s