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, Nameless1 year 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."
Mirror, Mirror-YumeMirror, Mirror: YumeMirror, Mirror-Yume7 years ago in Erotic More Like This
By: Kitsuna Ri
On the wall
Here I stand
But soon, I'll fall
Locked onto me.
Only to open
With his words
And with his will.
A free will
I never can have
Pale, lips quivered with fear and slight anticipation as large, rough hands caressed slender hips.
Cold lips brushed against his ear, the words sending a chill down his back. He couldn't resist, he couldn't fight. He could only do what Selphin admitted.
His hair was brought out of its tie, his small bit of clothing tossed to the floor. And he could do nothing.
Pushed down roughly, falling back on silk sheets. He gazes up at the cold, hungry eyes that looked over his body.
If only he could close his own, and try to wish this all away.
But with that first thrust, his voice cries out, his back arches and he wants to pull away. To escape this man. To escape this fate and slaved destiny.
I'm a slave
PurposeNow she, standing in the path of the unknown, pondered the question. Many people have gone crazy at just the thought of answering it. She knew that to everyone the answer was different. It was fact, not opinion though her answer would only be correct to herself. As she wondered a little thought managed to bring itself into view. What would happen if she never figured it out? Would she go insane as well or would she just live on. Unmoving. Unchanging. Not finding out the answer till the end...whatever that may be. The answer suddenly came. It was simple and she questioned it, but it worked for now. Her reply to the question when asked was a simple shrug as she softly stated "I'll figure it out when it comes."Purpose5 years ago in Open More Like This
HersShe found herself in a new world. Sounds and words fluttering past her in a peaceful yet amazing rhythm. Alas, the music in her soul had now consumed her. But no words of complaint left her soft lips. The only thing escaping them were the words that were already circling her. Her gentle eyes closed as she enjoyed the sweet serenity that had finally found her. The long needed peace of mind that she had longed for her entire life. Just as she was about to blend into the surrounding completely, she was jolted too another reality. The reality that she had just left and had no intention of returning to. In front of her stood the cause that ended her heaven. It was him. The one she had left that world to get away from. It seemed as though the only time he ever showed, was when she was tasting happiness. After giving her the illusion that he was adding to it, he snatched it away. Now, his face inches from hers, she was done. She stood, knocking him to the ground. She said her short, bittersweHers5 years ago in Open More Like This
Maybe we could...Maybe we couldMaybe we could...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each others harness
As the winds breeze through
Your long black hair,
Where the sun shines
Lighting your bronze skin
Sparkling, Fading across the sunset.
Maybe. Just maybe
I could touch your hair
The WatcherI'm standing hereThe Watcher8 years ago in Horror More Like This
I know you can't hear me.
I know you can't see me, but I've been watching you. Watching you as you grew up amidst the plague of vendettas. I watched as darkness's shadowy arms wrapped you up and protected you as you hid up in the attic. Watched as nervous tears dampened your cheeks and froze as you escaped out the window into the brisk March night. I was in that tree you slid down when you broke your ankle. You didn't cry out. I became filled with so much envy, and I knew I had to make myself known to you.
I watched as you, marveling, ran to the bus, bones miraculously mended. I ran behind you, breathing wind into your lungs, and guiding your footsteps.
The bus gave forth a mighty sigh of exhaustion as its door opened against the pressure of the night air. Your knee bent and as it straightened upon the stair, so did your fear. Fears running from fear, I became the rabid dogs in your head and growled until they were a million light years away.
I watched as you smoothed
the end of scientology The End Of Scientology.the end of scientology6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
David Miscavige was downstat. There was no other way to say it.
In the two years since the leak of their internal video onto the Internet, things had gone bad.
Oh sure, at the start it was under control, their legal teams had issued cease and desist notices to the websites hosting it, but then someone took notice. Some Thing, he would prefer to call it, but there was only one name to go by; Anonymous.
At first he had read up on the subject, easily dismissing them as nothing more than a bunch of jaded, basement-dwelling PTS, sure they might hack a few things, but they were mostly harmless and any serious harm would have those involved pressed with criminal charges and the publicity would help drive their reputation up a bit more.
Then he heard about their 'PROJECT CHANOLOGY'. Again he read, again he frowned, d
Hungarian Nocturne - Chapter 1WARNING: Contains contents which some may find offensive; if you do not believe love between two individuals of the same gender is acceptable then please turn away now. : )Hungarian Nocturne - Chapter 15 years ago in Historical More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own these historical figures.
NOTE: This story will be written in Script format with narration done by one of the characters. And PLEASE do not expect absolute historical accuracies in my story; I like to make things up here and there. Thank you, and happy reading.
(Rutkowski is entirely made up for the convenience of the story because I could not find out who it was that introduced Chopin to Liszt. If anyone knows, please leave a comment and let me know. Thanks!)
Delacroix Narration: Chopin arrived in Paris as a homesick young man looking for a place in the big city. With the help of a fellow Polish businessman, who frequented the artistic circles, managed to get an appointment with an already famous pianist.
(Scene shows Chopin walking and checking his pocke
first lightsometimes you lie awake at night and things you've drowned deep inside your mind suddenly surfaced, giving you no chance to drown it back. you're surprised because you thought those boxes were already gone. you tied them to a balloon and they flew away into the clouds.first light4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
but there they are. sealed like the last time you saw them.
you tried balloon last time, so you try a heavy rock this time. too bad that bridge was already burned. you can't push them to the shore and off to the sea because you're afraid. afraid that it's you who's going to get drowned while those boxes laughing at you. you don't want that. so you decide to unseal the box.
one of those boxes is now unsealed. but it's still closed. you hesitated. you don't want to open it. you wish that box would just disappear. so that you don't have to choose: opening that box or unsealing yet another box. but you still have to chose. and so you chose the latter.
another one is unsealed. now you have to choose again. and so you unseal a
Changing, TransformingI love people who don't care. I love those who can dance in the rain when everyone is watching strangely. I like how they see the world.Changing, Transforming1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm learning to stop being the stranger in the crowd. I'm learning to be the dancer in the rain.
You're not hereAnd so the leaves gently touched my skin, embracing my being with shadows and lights, forming patterns and beauty that could drive deep into my soul, filling me with nature's refreshing air. If you were here you would close your eyes, and both of us would take deep breaths, smelling the freshness in the polluted city. We would sing nonsense and ignore the crazy insects fluttering madly around us, bumping blindly into any surfaces they would come across. I would tell you that this is all a person would need; some wind to help them feel as if they were in the clouds, and nature. Nature and the wind is what made us whole, isn't that true?You're not here1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you're really not here, so I go by myself to my perfect little place, and I do these things alone, but somehow, it's okay.
You're just a memory I keepYou're just a memory I keep, slowly descending down the stairs as the years go by, tangling my distant memories like veins and fragile ropes stretched far by hundreds playing tug-of-war. Worn and tired, the smile that once touched my skin spread out into the wilderness of someone else's soul. The wind that blew against the leaves while tears flew across the sky to hug the reflections in the spotted pools on the road reminded me of home and I realised that I will never be alone and that I'm just another memory you'll keep.You're just a memory I keep11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Season of FireGreat masses of leavesThe Season of Fire1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Are thrown into flight by wind,
A storm in yellow.
TransformationThe painter had learned a great deal about the unstable relationship of things. Life to death. One life to two lives. Fresh to rotting. Human to monster. He had seen it all. He had enough. He was an old man, and he was ready to die. He told her that.Transformation1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I wanted to be famous, but I've become a sell out." He told her. She had been posing as his wife for years now, since they came to this city. "My art isn't even my art anymore."
She was not a painter, let alone the artsy type. While she had been trained to deal with feelings, she did not completely understand. He was a famous artist. That was what he had asked of her. "So, this is it?"
"No." He answered quickly. "I want to do one more painting." He wanted to transform a blank canvas into something beautiful one last time. And this time it would be something he wanted, not some rich man's vanity project. "I want to paint
Schwarz zu BlauI. NachtbeginnSchwarz zu Blau2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was nightfall when they reached the town. The road up that way had trees once but now they were all broken to pieces, sticking up like bayonet blades out of the ground. One little, gnarled one by the old sign post was more or less intact but bare, black-barked and not pretty at all. That could be said, Harry thought, of most of Germany, or what he'd seen of it.
Ramshackle houses stood full of holes, with their stones blown apart and crumbling underfoot. But at least these stood, not like the towns in the hot zones; this town had not truly been shelled. Only a little, in the military way. A tawny cat scrambled up a pile of bricks and down the other side, disappearing in the dusk as the line of weary doughboys filed down the main road. Too many of them for the jeeps, they were left to walk the twenty miles back from the border, headed East to Coblenz, from what Harry knew.
There were so many locals standing in the pitted street, just standing there even though there was
Coffee ShopsIn the corner of the ill-lit cafe, Clare sits alone and tries to blend into the wallpaper peeling off the sloped wall. Cracks chase cobwebs from floor to ceiling and around the fake candle light-fitting that flickers and hums, bare wires expose their pretty copper heads. She's been nursing the same cup of coffee for four hours, and though it's long cold she still holds her hands around it like a campfire on a teenage summer night. People have come and gone; though small, the cafe holds a lot life. Couples have cuddle into the marshmallow sofas, mothers have forced prams through the impossible obstacle course of mismatched furniture, suits have taken their drink and left without seeing the hopeful tip jar and Clare has sat quietly, unnoticed, watching them. Things have slowed now. The barista leans against the counter with the radio cleaning glasses and the only customers left are two school girls wincing into their coffee and a man who's been here longer than Clare.Coffee Shops2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She's hoping if she
Sparrow's HeartSparrow's Heart8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In twilight, as sun sets on my last year,
A message draws my gaze toward the west:
A girl in black proffers to me a test,
A sweet confession whispered in my ear.
A sparrow's heart is beating in my breast:
To think that love from friendship's seed had grown!
A hand to hold, an eye to catch my own,
Tranquility upon a sea of rest.
The heartbeat pacing in its cage of bone
As if to burst forth to its calling twin
Itself calls out, invites a lover in:
Why let her spend another day alone?
But if her mouth should meet mine in a kiss,
Those hearts might burst, o'erfull with newfound bliss.
BurnAnd the world I saw I see through youBurn5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the lines we crossed
they broke us too
and the twilight skies they burned us down
the world of men just rushed around
the stinging cry within my ears
degraded, broken, left in tears
and there's something to the wants that words cannot reach
and something to the depths that a mind cannot see
I remain in the wind
with the bitter cold sky
on the pavement in the night
when our nights were alive
Screaming with a voice that will never be heard
reaching for the untangible; feeling
and the sky it unfolds
with its colour still the same
TV tuned to a dead channel
the static to blame
Did you really love –
Dancing in the flames
of the utter reality of
loss and bliss that I could not touch
at that time
When it at last pierced my heart;
What it was all supposed to be
And we ran free; at the edge of reality
eternities sweeping through
So mortal they reach immortality
And as it sweeps me up again
A gale force of
The Truth of the SkyThe Truth of the Sky9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The stars divide
The blanket of night
With pinholes of light
Piercing through black
But black is untrue
For the sky remains blue
With each night anew
It just becomes dark
And the moon lights the way
For the coming new day
But for now the stars play
Yet remain worlds apart
The truth of the sky
Is that know ones knows why
It stretches so high
And so far
travelersthis silvertongued landtravelers10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is fit for strange adventures
so we will roam as the city
sleeps, and the soft
of the camera shutter will lull the crickets
we will leave our trail
in incandescent flashes--
the negatives seared and crackling on
and drag our hearts on
moonshine wisps behind us--
gathering fog and scents and
strains of music
carried in on night-thin air.
Perfect Strangers -- Half LifeThey knocked on each side of the door at the same time, cautiously. They knocked again, confused. The door opened, tentatively.Perfect Strangers -- Half Life11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They smiled at the same time, almost embarrassed by their synchronicity. But they weren’t. They would never admit it, but both of them were secretly glad they had found each other, a perfect stranger.
They spoke no words, so as not to ruin the effect. And, in return, no words found them. Their eyes drank in each other, greedily attempting to slake the unquenchable, before the door closed between them, slamming them each back into their own respective worlds.
They both knocked on the door from opposite sides, startled by the instant echo. One pushed, the other pulled, and the door was open.
They shared a synchronised smile; secretly pleased to have found each other, perfect strangers.
No words were spoken; no need to. They sought only to look.
They knocked on the same door, opened it at the same time, smiled the same smile. Silence helped slake thei
That You Are My HorizonIron-rust, and corrosionThat You Are My Horizon1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
chronicle forgotten years
in the drydock basin, where I lay
in disrepair. A ship
unaware of the ocean, wracked
upon the waves of long ago
and marked with wounds
only salt can heal.
But storms are kind
reminders of the way seawater swells
into knuckles and joints
and trembles beneath the hull
while carrying men to port,
And in the windspray
of one such storm
I tasted just a hint
of salt, of you
and knew, again
something I once thought
before time and reason
took courage from me.
Is atheism based on faith?The definition of 'faith' is "belief that is not based on proof". Can you prove that God does not exist? You can't, hence atheism is faith. This statement alone would be very controversial so let me elaborate.Is atheism based on faith?1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I think your objection as an atheist to this statement might be that you've always maintained that atheism is the neutral position and now suddenly I'm bringing that into question for you. However, the fact that atheism is a belief does NOT depreciate atheism or the arguments for it. An atheist is still a non-believer and it's a very rational position to take. If however you feel uncomfortable with the idea that there is no evidence of the non-existence of God and therefore atheism is faith, perhaps you will find comfort in considering yourself an agnostic and anti-theist. Let me elaborate on that.
Most atheists consider themselves atheist because they don't see how God could be real and I take that position as well. Someone recently told me there are two forms of