Why follow the Masquerade ?Why follow this masquerade?Why follow the Masquerade ?2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A parading masked charade ;
That walks a beaten path.
An unchosen life that they hath.
With normality we're smitten.
Either Fit in or be Fitten !!
Isn't there space for all ?
After all, is the world so small ?
Why fit in.. when you can stand out ?
If I can't then I demand out..
Why follow when you can lead
If I can't then I shan't pay heed
I'll pave my way out at any rate.
Possibly set the beaten path straight.
[APH] Koci grajek, rozdzial IRzym. Piękne miasto. Stolica obecnych Włoch, a niegdysiejszego Cesarstwa Rzymskiego. Miejsce, gdzie można zobaczyć tysiące lat historii; od koloseum, poprzez Bazylikę św.Piotra, do Schodów Hiszpańskich. Niewątpliwie jedno z najbardziej niezwykłych, romantycznych i atrakcyjnych miast na świecie. A przynajmniej w Europie. Co roku, tysiące turystów odwiedza ten zakątek świata, chcąc oderwać się od codzienności i przykrych doświadczeń. Przyjeżdżając tu, pragną przenieść się choć na moment do dawnych czasów - starożytności, średniowiecza, renesansu... Ilość okresów w historii, do których można odpłynąć poprzez zwiedzanie pozostałości po konkretnej epoce, jest w tym miejscu całkiem spora.[APH] Koci grajek, rozdzial I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My red shirt and I I have a shirt. Anyone who might happen to come across it would probably throw it in the garbage. However, to me, it is irreplacable. I intend to keep it until the day I die. In fact, I wish to be buried with this particular shirt, if not buried in it.My red shirt and I2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
This shirt has many holes. Some are accidental, some deliberate. Some are simply from age. It is fraying at the edges and the seams are comming undone. It is covered in stains. The fabric has worn so thin that it offers no warmth or protection from the elements. The logo it sports has faded so much that it is now illegible.
The shirt came into my possesion when I was small. My mother had purchased it in Hawaii the summer before I was born. She gave it to me when I was little as a night shirt. Back then the hem dragged the ground and I had to lift it up whenever I took a step. As I got older and grew into the shirt I began wearing it only on lazy days instea
My Pretty NecklaceI found a pretty necklace, hanging from a tree.My Pretty Necklace2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little voice inside, says it was meant for me.
I try it on for size, but it feels a little loose.
Perhaps a little tighter, now I'm hanging from my noose.
Rozowy kolor ZSRRu: I- PRL, możesz podać mi sól?Rozowy kolor ZSRRu: I4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Feliks skrzywił się i zdusił w sobie chęć brutalnego mordu na Ivanie.
- Naturalnie co?
- Naturalnie podam ci tę sól.
- Oj, nie tak się uczyliśmy...
- Naturalnie podam TOWARZYSZOWI tę sól.
Blondyn opadł z powrotem na krzesło i wbił widelec w ziemniaka. Zrobił to tak zamaszystym gestem, że połowa warzywa przeskoczyła na talerz Gilberta.
Siedzieli przy stole w jadalni i jedli kolację. Był to dość komiczny widok. Stół był nieproporcjonalnie wysoki i trzeba było mocno unieść łokcie, by się na nim oprzeć. Sama atmosfera przy posiłku była tu jednak kluczowym elementem. Niemalże dało się wyczuć wymuszane "dziękuję" (albo raczej spasiba), "dobrze" (haraszo). Nikt nie był zadowolony z takiego obrotu spraw. Tylko Rosja u
Talking to God About Girls, Life, and Other...Dear God, I'm a piece of shitTalking to God About Girls, Life, and Other...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I think I had enough of it
I'm a cigarette, I'm bad for my health
The cancer cell is my own self
Dear God, I'm the fifth wheel of a car
Whose engine is overflowing with tar
That extra weight does no good
I think I'd try a year without food
Dear God, me and her talked for weeks
I guess it's time for me to feel those lips
But she says no, and I'm left asking why
I'm not that fat and ugly, am I?
It's hard to convince people not to jump
When I'm on a windowsill waiting for a push
A blow to the head, or just a little bump
Something sharp to cut these strings loose
I've gotten over this once, and it used to take longer
I'm just not sure if all these getting over makes me stronger
I'm 19 years old still overwhelmed by emotions
I just hope I won't use the word 'beer' for 'potion'
Dear God, life's a piece of shit
And I just can't get enough of it
LipiecBetowała: Masia, za co jeszcze raz serdecznie dziękuje <3Lipiec5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ograniczenia: +15, shounen-ai. Do tego patos (nawet sporo), więc jak kto lubi.
Paring: Hiszpania x Romano.
Uwagi dodatkowe: Nie ma pomidorków, uśmieszków oraz bezsensownego darcia się na wszystkich i wszystko. To taka bardzo prywatna wizja tego paringu i wiem, że nie wszystkim może się spodobać C:
Słońce powoli chyliło się ku zachodowi, znacząc wszystko wokół różnymi odcieniami czerwieni i pomarańczu. Wraz z nadchodzącą nocą plaża stopniowo pustoszała, strasząc turystów chłodnym, wieczornym wiatrem i zimną, niespokojną wodą. Grupy barwnie ubranych i szeroko uśmiechniętych obcokrajowców, powoli przenosiły się na promenadę, a potem dalej, do miasta. Nocne kluby zaczynały nadawać pierwsze, wakacyjne piose
My Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.There’s constantly something wrong with meMy Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can’t look in the mirror for fear I’ll see
Another part of me that I can’t let be
I want to cut it out of my soul
And just live with the gaping hole
Take control and choose to lose
The part of my heart where the insides bruised
I didn’t fall; I was caught by the lonely, crushing darkness
Of this I’m sure; it was there more than you ever were
I don’t know why the love I need
Is flowing in the blood I bleed
Yes, I’m confused and, yes, I’m a mess
Frustrations magnified by stress
I don’t know why I pushed so far
New cuts cover where the old ones are
My scars are scarred, my heart’s in shards
I’m breaking down like a house of cards
I fell already blind into decimating blackness
And used what I could find of my heart as target practice
Paradise...Paradise...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I walked lonely and lonely on a silent street
Saw empty benches where dear ones meet
Underneath were impressions of invisible feet
Tenderly touched by the cool breeze
Heartily greeted by nodding trees
Oh! I was like a guest to a land of love and peace
The daffodils in yellow
Looked up and said hello!
I was standing in a meadow
Basking in The heavenly glow
Eternal bliss as far as the mind could go
Like an enchanted audience in a cardist's show.
The leaves so mesmerizing like the spades of cards
My joy now equivalent to the thirteen hearts
Clear water falling like diamonds
I felt like the queen of my club ready to commence
I was in my world, my world of pleasure
Wanting to keep this safe, safe as a treasure
My mind was fresh and pleased
Wanting this tranquility never to cease
But, the silence didn't last for long
As it was broken by another dawn
This happiness and serenity in my world of fantasy
A paradox it is, in the world of reality.
10 CutsOne for the love I once felt for you,10 Cuts3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two because I thought our love was true.
Three for how I let you play with my heart and mess with my mind.
Four because I thought I could change your ways.
Five for how much time I wasted on you,
Six because all you did is throw it all away.
Seven because everything we shared meant absolutely nothing.
Eight for the fact that I lost you,
and I can't do anything to get you back.
Nine because you chose her over me,
Ten because I'm sorry I am not perfect,
but trust me I will never stop loving you
+APH:CzteryLittleLadyPunk+APH:Cztery6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Doktor mówi, że zapalenie płuc, ale dziwne jakieś. No tak, myśli Iwan. Iwan wie, że Gilbert nie mógłby zwyczajnie chorować.
Proszę się rozebrać, mówi doktor do Gilberta, a Iwan stoi przy oknie. Wyjdź, syczy na niego Gilbert, ale Iwan się nie rusza, udaje, że nie rozumie po niemiecku (często tak robił). Doktor chrząka, bo nie ma czasu. Wyjdź, podnosi ochrypły głos Gilbert, a potem zaczyna kasłać. Iwan odwraca się, twarzą do okna, szron na szybie wcale nie przypomina kwiatów. Doktorowi kaszel Gilberta bardzo się nie podoba. Obsłuchuje dokładnie. A tutaj co było z tym żebrem, pyta doktor, wskazując żółtym palcem zgrubienie. Spadłem ze schodów, kłamie bez mrugnięcia Gilbert. (Iwan wie, że bez mrugnięcia, chociaż nie wi
quirks.when i was a child:quirks.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i loved to steal.
i would go around my neighborhood
and steal lawn ornaments.
at daycare, i would steal money
once, i stole my next door neighbor’s
when my parents confronted me,
the lie was smooth and solid:
i saw so-and-so take it.
when i was a child:
i loved to lie.
i would make up stories
to get reactions out of people.
to see if they’d believe me.
once, i convinced my friend charlotte
that i had twenty-four hours to live.
when she burst into tears,
i had to bite my tongue
to keep from laughing.
when i was a child:
i loved animals.
i would lock my dog in the closet
and in the bathroom.
a lot of my neighbors left birdcages out
during the day
so i set all of the birds free.
once, i imagined what it would be like
to kill an animal.
then, i imagined what it would be like
to run over it repeatedly
with a car
so i did it with my scooter
to a rose i found
because it was red
when i was a
The Female SuicideTwenty years of nursingThe Female Suicide1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
emergency room wounds
and my grandmother
puts down her fork, rubs
her brow and tells me
the female suicide
is a more methodical,
A woman will close
the curtains, cleanse
their apartment of clutter
for the first time in months
and proceed to overdose
in the comfort of their
A woman will do this
because she is aware
someone will have to
discover her like this.
Someone will have to
bury her like this.
My grandmother says this
because when my uncle speaks
paramedic about the male
he pronounced dead from
a house’s television antenna
he never mentions a burial.
Alive...Hold me closer nowAlive...3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
So that I can hear you breathe
Cold life into me
The Ballad of Hypochondria and InsomniaI’m sorry to be calling so late.The Ballad of Hypochondria and Insomnia2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It’s just I think I have bed bugs and an incurable STD and maybe that means I’ll never be able to have your sons, dark haired boys we’d name after our favorite soccer player with your eyes and my religion and both of our terrible teeth. And I have been saving for the braces I know they’ll need and I know that your girlfriend is asleep next to you. Go out to the porch and light a cigarette. It’s fine. I’ll wait.
And I’m so sorry to wake you but it’s just that I think I have cancer and I never should have left you.
Do you think that everyone only gets one soulmate? I know my voice is echoing. It’s just that I’m calling from the floor of my bathroom because of the bed bugs and I just can’t help but think about the night you got in the shower with me and cleaned the vomit out of my hair because I was too drunk to do it myself and maybe that was real love.
And I don’t mean to keep
Masquerading FlowersPink and white rufflesMasquerading Flowers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bend and sway as
green leaves and thick stalks
waltz their blooms
through a balmy breeze.
taste-test the air,
sweeping for danger;
faux petals move
an inch at a time
high above the forest floor.
A vibrant orchid mantis
plays it cool
and takes it slow,
masquerading as a still-life
in a mobile world.
Everyone wants to be happyEveryone wants to be happy, right?Everyone wants to be happy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I mean that's what we all strife for in life, isn't it?
Do you also want to be happy? Well, Nick definitely did.
Let me tell you about him.
Nick was a quite handsome and intelligent man. The big house he lived in was surrounded by a beautiful and well trimmed garden. Nick often held parties for his many friends and acquaintances. The relationship with his wife was very healthy and he had made a fortune so big that he never had to work again.
Although Nick had everything you could wish for, one day, he came towards me with a troubled face.
I was still in the garden, the sun was about to set and I was planning to go home soon.
"Are you happy?" he asked.
"What's your problem?" I replied.
Nick sighed. "You know me. I reached almost every goal in life and tried out everything I can imagine, but still somehow I never felt truly happy."
"You didn't plant a tree yet," I grinned.
"Hey, I'm serious here! What ever I do, I think I could have done better! What ev
Drawing FAQDrawing FAQ5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
EDIT: This is REALLY LONG, so feel free to search for the question you want answered by hitting Ctrl+F to bring up your browser's search function. Any and all insults contained herein are for comedic purposes only (except when I'm addressing excessively stupid people, in which case, they started it. I find ignorance offensive. Even my own). If it helps, I get tired of being cruel about a quarter of the way in, and although I'm still quite sarcastic after that, I'm at least informative. You may have better luck just looking at my tutorials. More pictures, less sarcasm.
My Drawing FAQ AKA The Long-Winded Philosophy Of Pencil Drawings
Q. Can I ask you a quick question?
A. I guess, but make it snappy. I'm pretty busy.
Q. You're just sitting there... and spinning around in your swivel chair.
A. That is not true! I'm also trying to balance a pencil on my lip. Anyway, what may be perceived as staring slack-jawed into space, or gawking at screenc
The Lost PianistThe Lost PianistThe Lost Pianist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears reminisce mahogany boxed memories,
Of ecstatic crescendos and tearful diminuendos.
For deep in eternal sadness lies the lost pianist,
Who once dreamt of glorious symphonies.
As he caresses the goddess of the piano,
She moans of rhythmic joy and pleasure,
Executing works that rival the Siren's song,
Echoing the lost voices of her past masters.
But in time's command, their hearts went astray.
Each lying in their own pool of heartfelt miseries.
While he walks asunder, away from melodic Eden,
She beckons to him, yearning to be loved.
Her sorrowful notes whisper his name,
When he contemplates sweet nostalgia.
They swore to eternity to unite in bliss.
A promise that surpasses a mere forevermore.<i>
Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil.She walks around with her hands over her ears. She has heard so many horrible things, so many screams, so many cries. She cant hear more or she'll fall apart, one chip too many in her soul. She cries silently at night while trying not to hear. And so she covers her ears to silence the pain.Hear no evil. See no evil. Speak no evil.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And no one notices.
He walks around with his hands over his eyes. God, the things he has seen. Only a few years old and damaged beyond repair. Those things will never be forgotten, those expressions, those hands, the pain. He will never recover from seeing so much blood, so much violence. And so he covers his eyes, to try to block the images. And no one notices.
They walk around with their hands over their mouths. They aren't just witnesses but victims. They know things no one should know, and they were taught in the worst way. the things they have experienced, the things that have been done to them. This world is evil and they know its darkest depths first hand. And so they cover their mouths, so a
Words, Words, WordsIt was the end of the last normal day for Jonathan Fields. He had finished work at five and had come back to his modest apartment without a sense of accomplishment. Having fixed himself a hearty dinner of microwave soup and wrinkly carrot sticks, he sat down on his grey couch and turned on the TV. There wasn't anything on that really interested him, but he got some sparse enjoyment from complaining about the lack of content. He had almost reached that blessed hypnotic state the television could sometimes induce, when his cell phone bleeped and buzzed a tired tune that he had long since ceased to hear. He picked it up without looking at the name.Words, Words, Words5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hi Jon! It's Angela. Are you ready to go? I'm super excited! I can't thank you enough for going with me. We're going to have so much fun!"
"I couldn't let you go alone. It's too dangerous. Anything can ha
aeolistwe're taught to drown our sorrows inaeolist3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
guilt and despair
to make ourselves feel like no one out there really cares
till we resurface, gasping, struggling for air
we're taught that depression's a sign of being weak
and when people self harm, it's just attention that they seek
and that when she's dead and gone and
buried in the ground
that oh, they should've saw it coming
and they tell you, blame yourself for everything that you've done
you messed up, so get up, your life's only begun
and when we keep blaming ourselves and the tears just still run
they look on like they're bored, like we're just old reruns
playing on the tv's for their entertainment
it's not like being happy's a hard to reach attainment
when we're stuck in this hollowed shell, this containment
of faces that we've known but never really seen,
when words flow out our mouths but without any real meaning
and when the days fly by and the second hand goes
around the clock, around the clock, right out the window
so when wi
Pyramid Head Story BookWhere is Steven, mommy? He can't play and I'm sad.Pyramid Head Story Book4 years ago in Horror More Like This
You mustn't ask, my darling--Steven has been bad.
Billy too, and Sally? Did they do something wrong?
I'm afraid it's true, child--all your friends are gone.
Beware of he who took them--he goes by many names.
The Bogeyman, the Shadowed One, but all are he, the same.
For every sin a child has, must be a punishment to bear.
Your friends are now beyond our reach; trapped deep within his lair
And if they take what is not theirs, there can be no doubt.
He'll stretch their skin until it snaps, and all the blood drains out.
Remember to always behave, for sins he won't abide.
He wields a rusty, jagged blade, to cut out your insides.
The lying little children, with souls selfish and small.
Will find their wriggling tongues cut out, and nailed to his wall.
The bullies and their spiteful wrath will find torment as well.
Soon he will strike them where they stand and drag them into hell.
Child, you must obey your parents; do everything they say.
First FlightDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.First Flight10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Stars surrounded Penelope. Her peripheral vision seemed to be incredibly impaired, white entering the edge of her sight. Even feeling the bulk of the pack against her back, she certainly was not hampered by its weight. Looking down, she grinned as she remembered the controls at her hands. A slight twitch of the stick under her left palm and she was rotating slowly to the right. Her mouth fell open in surprise, taking in gulps of air that tasted somewhat musty and stale.
The speaker in her suit buzzed and crackled, but otherwise no sound came through. She could only assume that there was interference from the equipment she came to repair. The poofy white arm of her space suit obscured her vision slightly, and she moved to view the massive machines from a better angle. Despite the two satellites orbiting the