The Mask With A CrackThe Mask With A Crack4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a mask, but you can't see
I have used it all day, even for my family
They think they know, they think they see
They hope they know the real me
But they don't, and they won't see
Because I'm too emotional, to be me
I'm afraid to get hurt, afraid to open up
I'm not a book, you can't open up
They have told me, '' You're a great actor ''
They don't know why, they don't know how I learned to act
I'm an actor all day, and a wear a mask
I can't get hurt, they can't touch me
I let one in, I let her see
I was told, that she loved me
And we were happy, young and free
Now she hates to even think about me
After she left, my mask got a crack
It's not completely intact
And behind it I'm crying, I'm dying
But they just can't see, the crack is small
It gets bigger every day, I'm hurt and they can soon see
They can soon see the real me
When someone pressed on, teased me about my ex
I spat on his goddamn face, I'm falling apart and I keep breaking
This crack, this crack is making me lose control
The Guardians of the CanyonThe Guardians of the Canyon7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the lands of the Itamisuukya’, my people speak of many myths. However none is more curious and intriguing than the legend of the Qaletaqa (“the Guardians”), the wardens of the land and protectors of this canyon.
Thousands of years ago, before the annals of history were set in ink, our lands were inhabited by not one, but two tribes, the Athapasca and the Mokatavatah, who constantly engaged in wars that never appeared to end. For the regions inhabited by the Mokatavatah and Athapasca were desolate and barren wastelands, surrounded by desert and scarce in resources. As their populations grew in number, the land could no longer sustain those who inhabited it... and what one tribe valued most were the possessions held dearly by its very own rival.
Many tried to sue for peace, yet the wills of the warriors were stronger than the pleas of the pacifists, and so the wars raged on for cen
InsomniacsIt was one of those really undecided nights. You know, cloudy skies, threatening rain, stars shining too brightly to be natural. I just sat there on my bed, watching all this through the panes of my bedroom window. It’ll sound stupid to you, but insomnia isn’t always such a cumbersome thing. It isn’t exactly onerous either. To me it was like a gift, something I treasured because it gave me a twilight view of the world.Insomniacs9 years ago in Teen More Like This
The streets outside my house looked so different in the night time. Deserted corners, which usually held stalls or beggars asking for money. You know that sort of thing. It was strange to watch my road with nobody walking down it. No kids playing tricks, no romantics walking hand in hand, no grouchy old gits brandishing their walking sticks. It was just the night and I loved that.
The darkness was comforting really. They say that darkness spreads fear but not to me. That’s bullshit. Darkness is peace and it’s utter quiet. All you can make ou
More of a Fool +SiriusxRemus+"Sirius?"More of a Fool +SiriusxRemus+10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He turned over and propped himself up, his elbow making a large dent in his soft pillow, to look at me. His eyes danced in the moonlight, and were made even more beautiful by the love they reflected.
But...I didn't understand why.
"Hm?" he questioned.
"Sirius, why...why me?" I whispered.
He let out a bark-like laugh. "Is that all you woke me for?"
I flushed, easily embarrassed by my question. Soon he would give me an answer that would make me seem like even more of a fool. But I had to know.
I looked him straight in the eye, trying to ignore his grinning features. "You could have had anyone...even James, if you had wanted him bad enough! So why..."
"Why choose you?" he interrupted, his face hardening in slight annoyance. "Why choose you, the most dangerous creature in the school?"
I flinched at his choice of words, but he was right. I was a monster...I barely even deserved him as a friend.
"First off, I didn't choose you," he continued, "for you can't simply choose to fall in
Daisies“The thing about daisies is, they’re always butchered. Have you ever noticed that? A kid will sit down in a middle of a flowery field and rip up daisies, killing them, gutting them, slinging them around their necks as a primitive necklace. People think daisy chains are cute, I however find them grotesque. Honestly, daisies are alive, and should be treated as such. Daisies have feelings too, dude.”Daisies9 years ago in Teen More Like This
“Frank, do you really believe any of that bullshit you just said?”
I raised my eyebrows at my best friend, smirking slightly as he shrugged his stocky shoulders and fell back in the grass, staring apathetically up at the sky. I watched him for awhile, my palms flat over the undergrowth, my knees drawn up off the ground.
It was a sunny day, for February, and we young college lads were taking full advantage of the situation by lounging about on campus. My sketchbook was lying in the grass at my side, open on an empty page my hands were itching to fill and yet my br
The Gift of Knowledge The snow was falling again, yet Lërna was not at all annoyed. She rather enjoyed the peculiar whiteness that descended in silence from the wooly clouds above, and she spent the gray mornings wandering contentedly through her sylvan world, observing every detail it had transformed. The only negative aspect she could think of was the new difficulty in finding food. She missed the friendly offerings that had been left for her in the past.The Gift of Knowledge6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She moved delicately on her small, feathered hooves. She was loath to destroy the simple perfection of the millions of mounded snowflakes, and for a brief moment she mused on how fascinating it would be to float above the silvered ground, to avoid marring it so she might continue to witness its flawless beauty. She stood silent, torn between play and reluctance, unable to make her decision. Then she took a deep breath and fe
Bare BonesYou know that saying -Bare Bones8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
About skeletons in your closet
Well I dont have mere skeletons
No motley collection of bones for me, oh no
I have a whole cemetery in my wardrobe
Row upon countless row of tombstones
Hiding the bare white bones of turmoil and torment
Scrawled on each marble slab is a significant date
Marking every occasion on which my soul was mangled
Every single day on which I suffered
Every night I was deprived of sleep
Every single time I stumbled to my knees and fell, weeping
Because demons came knocking at my door
And I had nowhere to escape
Oh yes the demons love me
They have made of me their whore
For I am weak and vulnerable to the vultures of degradation
And they love to pick my brittle bones clean
Pecking away every last shred of dignity and delight
And when they are sated at last
Flapping their harpy wings into the blackened sky
There I lie
A sorry and despicable sight
Quivering in a skeletal ball
Like a dying child
Hugging my knees to my bloodied chest
Running away from realityRunning away from reality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You look me in the eyes
And with complete confidence
Tell me that you understand.
Know what I've been through,
Know how I feel,
Somehow these words only cause pain.
The butterflies from long ago
Have awoken, deep inside,
Only this time in a new form.
Along with clouds of fear,
And drops of anxiety,
stronger as the heartbeats get faster,
for it is the beginning of a storm.
Should I trust a stranger
That knows me so well
And jump into the water,
Even though I can drown
In a lake of confusion
Where my mind will eventually shatter,
Or should I run away, And wait for the one
That will wake the butterflies once again,
This time gently, without scaring them away,
Being able to bring the rainbow ,
With no need of rain?
As I look in the mirror the rainbow fades,
All I can see is gray.
Forgotten dream that never came true,
Got washed away, in a river of words ,
That I will never be able to say.
Our Meaning and PurposeIOur Meaning and Purpose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of death is death. Life,
too, is like death.
The way it erupts over you
laughing and spinning.
I was confused
so I asked God: What should I do?
Move your body and have emotions. The birds were dancing.
Could you be more specific?
But now God was busy arguing with Moses.
All of life is life. Death,
too, is like life.
The way it erupts over you
laughing and spinning.
Tomorrow is the sound
of a question falling
on a bed of questions.
Today I hold out
your name, God,
in the public square.
Yesterday reason, the slayer
of song, wended its way
into our will.
All of light is linking. Dreams,
too, would see us separated.
The way it erupts over you
laughing and spinning.
All of God is God. Dark,
too, is like God.
The way we usurp it
laughing and spinning.
Screw LoveI used to buy in to the global conspiracyScrew Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Used to think love was the fairytale dream
A handful of magic dust and blood-red roses
Kisses beneath a glistening moon
I used to believe that once I found love -
If I ever did -
My life would be complete
The last piece of the puzzle would slot into place
And there I would be, fully formed
The girl who had everything
But it wasnt to be
Instead I sit here in my eyrie
Far above the world
Detached, in a cocoon of quicksilver misery
And in my hand I hold my heart
Just look at it
Examine its bruised and bloodied epidermis
The sloughed off flesh, the scars left by
Broken promises and bitter words spoken in the heat
Look at the watermarks where my unshed tears brimmed over
Look how ruined and blemished Love has left it
Screw love - I renounce it
Love to me is blasphemy now
A curse upon my withered flesh
Love is the bane of my embittered existence
And I never want to see her marble face again
For I know the truth now
I have been enlighten
Ce que veulent les femmesCe que veulent les femmes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ce que veulent les femmes.
Varlam sortit rapidement de la pièce en claquant si violemment la porte qu'elle manqua de s'extraire de ses gongs. Non celle-là, vraiment, on ne lui avait jamais faite ! Qu'est-ce qui clochait chez les femmes ? Elles vous tournaient autour, vous séduisaient, vous consommaient et ensuite ? Et ensuite, deux options : ou bien elles vous parlaient serments d'amour et promesses de fidélité éternelle, ou bien elles vous claquaient subitement la porte au nez. N'y avait-il pas créatures plus instables et plus incompréhensibles que les femmes ? Une homme était bien plus simple à comprendre, bien plus cohérent. Quand il couchait avec une femme, rencontrée la veille ou le jour même, il ne fallait pas lui demander d'être amoureux. D'abord, un homme avait besoin d'au moins une à deux semaines pour se rappeler le prénom de la belle alanguie dans s
Heaven Help UsHeaven Help UsHeaven Help Us9 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
The moonlight fell in shafts across the back wall, silver and incandescent through the musty darkness. The bars on the window grated the purity of the gleam into broken shards, illuminating parts of the brickwork and leaving others in deadly shadow. It seemed odd that something so ominous could look so beautiful.
“What will it feel like?”
I dragged my gaze from the baffling pattern of light and turned my head to the boy curled up against my side. He stared up at me through a mop of thick black hair; dyed naturally, but so very fair from fake. His eyes were filled with something beyond fear and seemed liquefied under the glare of the small candle left for us by one of the guards. A pitiful kindness.
“I don't know.” I replied softly, not wanting to wake up the sentry sitting just outside our cell door. But also, I felt as though speaking those words any louder would shatter the illusion we were masquerading under. That everything was fine.
Please...I see you when Im sleepingPlease...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Swimming in the murky vestiges of my dreams
I see you when I awake
Bathing in golden sunlight streams
I see you everywhere I look
My traitorous eyes conjuring you out of midair
On the surface of the moon I see your face
A wind-ragged cloud is your unkempt hair
I see you when my eyes are shut
A painting splashed on the crimson canvas of my veins
I spot your reflection in the fish bowl
And in the mud-brown puddles left by rain
You seem to be haunting me
A belligerent and impenitent ghost
Driving me to distraction with your memories
Until I cant decide if I love or hate you most
I cant think why you plague me so
Why I cant just forget you like all the rest
Youve left a scar embedded deep on my soul
If I could be free of you for a day Id consider myself blessed
Your persistent remembrance drains me of life
My lips scarcely recall how to smile anymore
The spark is fading from my once-bright eyes
I just want to kick you out and s
My LoveMy Love.My Love7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After so long,
You can't feel anymore,
You've had too many bruises,
And so many pains.
So you nearly give up,
To end all the shame.
Soon to the night,
That you can end it all,
You meet someone,
Someone who is...
And you can't pull away.
You feel something inside you spark,
A surprise after being so empty.
You talk to him some,
And everytime you do,
You gain a thirst for more.
Again you see him
And you are so joyed.
You find yourself thinking about him,
In your freetime
And sometimes more.
You want to know everything about him,
And you can't seem to get enough.
Next you talk to him,
And everything brightens.
The more your life goes on,
Happier its gets.
You both start to go out,
And not far between,
You finally admit,
To yourself and to him
You are in love with him,
More than you've ever been.
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
Commiseration of ErosHere I sit on my lonely porchCommiseration of Eros8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring into a veil of leaves and listening to the serenade of the trees
While tears lie frozen on the ends of my lashes
And blood drains from the gaping hole in my chest
My body is dying and my senses are numbed
Thunder is but a muted snore in the distance
And the lightning when it comes is a flash in the pan
Rain drops blow into my face on the wind
Falling on my skin
Like tiny cold kisses dropped from the lips of a pitying god
Cupid, perhaps, enveloped in a grey cloud of guilt
For it was he who led me to the slaughter
Loves bloody-heart crimson red slaughter
He led me there and tied me down
With shackles of hopes and quicksilver dreams
And standing back he raised his bow and stared down the fletched arrow
Measuring the distance into my soft white breast and the cowering heart beneath
It was he who fired that fateful shot
That left me where I am now, in this hell of loneliness and shattered longing
His golden arrow pierced my bosom
Sliced my vulnera
I Wait - Nuada Exile EntryI Wait - Nuada Exile Entry5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their greed and hate draw them closer; we must go to war and I wait.
My blood is spilled in the ritual marking; I train to battle an unyielding foe
and I wait.
I fight, witnessing the death of my people and I wait.
An army of gold lays waste to my enemy; now a shameful truce is offered
and I wait.
In my exile I see my people used and pushed to the shadows and I wait.
Time passes slowly, Mother Earth is no longer quiet and I wait.
Despair is growing in the spirit of my people and I wait.
The army of gold must rise again; the crown must come together and I wait.
Tonight they will barter their piece, ignorant of its power and I wait.
The time has come. My wait is over.
Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 2Eyes of an Angel (Part one of two.)Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 29 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Now, Ellena, what did your grandmother tell you about playing in the swamp?" The voice that asked the question was soft and far from scolding. Every word that the young woman spoke seemed to be wrapped in love and tied with a smile. For some, such a caring tone would be reserved for only those dearest to them, but for Jessica it just came naturally. For her, every being - human or animal, living or dead - was precious.
That didn't make the child who sat before her any less nervous, the petite girl biting her lip and hanging her head forward so that her chestnut bangs partially hid her face. Far shorter than Jessica's own locks, they were also quite a bit darker and did an admirable job of casting the girl's face into sullen shadow. "She... she saids ta always make sure ta wash my hands afore I ate, 'cause I could get disee... dizel... I could get sick." Sp
Character Survey: RhistelCharacter Survey: Rhistel4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
FULL NAME: Rhistel Aidan from Sentes. His real surname got lost, since he was too little to remember it when he was found.
MEANING: "Rhistel" doesn't have any particular meaning, while Aidan means "blessed by the Gods" in the sacred language. Sentes is the village he comes from.
NICKNAME: Among the servitude in his mansion and people of his feud he's often addressed as "bran luth", which means something like "silent/quiet lord", referring to the fact that he almost never speaks or even shows himself around at all. Everyone else just call him with his name, except for Sywyn who calls him "shadowling" or just "bookworm", depending on his mood...
ACTUAL AGE: well.. when the story begins he's 16-17, and will become 22-23 by the end of the events.
RESIDENCE: his feud, about 100 miles from the main city of the human kingdom. Does it makes any sense to you? :°D
AGE APPEARANCE: his own, basically... for now
SPECIES: halfbreed, human/dur'gwath (dark elf)
I wanna quitIve tried my best to be strongI wanna quit8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ive tried to be tough
Ive tried to grit my teeth
And kept my chin up when the going got rough
But the cold truth is, all I really want to do
Is curl up my body into a foetal ball
To cry and sulk
And scream oh goddamn it all!
Sometimes being brave just gets too much
A stiff upper lip wont cut it anymore
I want to throw up my hands, admit defeat
And crumple into a little heap on the floor
Because Im through with pretending everythings ok
Im done pasting a thin smile on my face
What Im going to do now is scream and shout
To rebel against life with no ounce of poise or grace
I just want this cruel pain to stop
I want to escape my personal hell
I want a benevolent god to answer my prayer
And make it all go away with some magic spell
So gods if youre listening take your fingers out
Of your ears and listen to what Im saying
cause Im plain sick of this stupid game
And if you insis
Reunion english translationReunion english translation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Total sleep in the last 3 months:
- 5 hours!
Once again, a well done job!
A little word from the author:
So, it has been almost 3 months since I have given in to one of my favorite hobbies: role playing on messenger. I became enamored of role playing several years ago and developed two of the characters you see here, Faust and Cendre.
During an innocent discussion with Amaltheren, a friend of mine, we started playing a couple of scenarios involving Cendre and Morquendi, her character. Role playing is like smoking. Even if you stop, you always go back to it.
I enjoy role playing a lot because it gives me a little escape from the grayish taste of daily life.
It also enables me to keep a permanent link with my characters, to create new ones and to give them a 'real' life without having to draw a comic.
I like the interactions created when role playing, and when the characters interact well that is all the inspiration I need to take a pen and start drawing non-stop.
Death"Do you fear death?"Death4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The question loomed in the air before my body, as if a sword looming over someone almost conquered by their enemy. But I looked down at my hands and then back up, only to say, "Have you ever felt the pain of watching two lovers embrace at the end of a movie? It's supposed to be a happy ending. But your heart tells your lungs to stop breathing for just a minute because it will never ever be yours."
"Do you fear death?"
A question repeated deserves an answer. But instead, my trembling hands sat clenched on my lap, the blue ink like veins showing through the frail covering that might rip apart any second. "Do you know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night to hear a song, just to remind yourself, you're going to be all right? Over and over again until it doesn't work anymore."
"Do you fear death?"
The invisible chain linked through my fingers, and I closed my tired eyes, this time, hearing the impatience in th