MasksMasks3 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
Secret Life of MeSecret Life of Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One step forward, two steps back, some days I can, some I just can't..
Love me like you did once, when hands were rough but eyes were soft..
You kissed my neck while tears stained my cheek, but if you saw it, you didn't speak..
The secret life I lead.
InclinationsForever and always my heart belongsInclinations11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
To the simple act of doing wrong
The love of my life is a little satanic
How I love to watch scattering panic
It’s really an art, from deep in my heart
To enjoy the destruction from end to start
I try to hide it but it takes a while
When people start screaming I try not to smile
Its like a tightrope walker who begins to slip
Will she make it or loose her grip?
My eyes hunger for her falling spin
While others look horror I can’t help but grin
I’m sorry I think like this, it’s just so freeing
To see the misfortune of human beings
Who are struck down again and again by the odds
To be merely men but think themselves gods
Oh, what a tragic story to be told
I’m an emotionless girl born with no soul
With my twisted sense of right and wrong
Forever and always my heart will belong
An (Un)ordinary Love SongI know I am broken deep inside,An (Un)ordinary Love Song1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Within my heart and within my mind.
Still you look at me like I’m a precious gem
And from it our love did stem.
How many nights have I wanted
To be with you, my thoughts daunted
By the fact of our society
And so I wished quietly.
“Tell me what it is like to love,”
I asked the stars from high above.
A twinkle was my answer
As I became infected with this cancer.
No amount of words can ever describe
The taste of the fruit of our love, so ripe.
There is no need for perfection
When you’ve already gained all of my affection.
And even when we grow old
And our love is only foretold.
No matter how we end,
I promise you will always be
In my memory.
All IAll I asked, was for loveAll I10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Received naught, but a heartless dove
One that could not, could not love...
Here on earth, or for the heavens above...
All I sought for, your hand in mine
Two glasses and a flask, of bittersweet wine
Collapsing upon a bed, our desires intertwine
Pressed firm against one another, as the clock struck nine
All I desired, your presence, your breath
Famished of either...the absence of your essence as I stare towards death
Mistress, o' mistress
Kind bringer of the end...
Man of the underworld
Might you allow the rules to bend?
Transparent of life
Shall you rise or descend
What does it matter...
Neither your heaven nor your hell
Shall allow these wounds to mend...
All I pleaded, vanished before me
An iceless oasis, as frigid and bare as an arctic sea
My words fumbling, my final farewell unto you and me
Here lies before the world, what many may never see...
The end, the end...
Of our story...
Thanks for NothingI don’t know muchThanks for Nothing11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m a little out of touch
A little naïve
But would you believe
What I’ve become,
After all the pain
I thought you should have some
It drove me insane
Now look at me
This is what you’ll see
A skeptic of love, that much is true
All because I fell for you
Just caught up in the twister
I dug my own grave
To stand by my Mister
I was once a slave
To love’s every notion
Helpless raw emotion
I’ve had enough of you
Every pretty lie
Hiding behind your eyes
Just to make it through
A few more kisses
Over all your Misses
Hour by hour
I stayed by your side
Under your power
Not knowing the ugliness inside
Helpless to my emotions
To your love devotions
I was just your slave
I know better now
After every empty vow
I’ll teach you to behave
Now look at what I’ve become
After all the pain I went through
I thought you should have some
I’ll take everything from you
Thanks for tearing me apart
I know bett
I'll Be Back Soon, Alfred.I'll Be Back Soon, Alfred.2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Alfred raced down the staires as rapidly as he could. As he jumped the few steps down, he ran up and tackled gently to wrap his small arms around Arthur's neck. The warmth of Arthur's body was bringing good will to his skin, the embrace meant to mean he was always safe when around him.
He let go of him to bring him to meet the floor and closed the door behind him. Alfred reached up his arm and slide up his hand into Arthur's as they both walked to kitchen. He lifted him up and sat him on the counter. 'Could you grab me two mugs please, Alfred?'
He nodded with a silly smile on his face. He stood carefully and opened the cupboard, grabbing two mugs gently which was hard because they made twice the size of his small hands. He held them by the handle and reached out his arms towards Arthur who was putting the milk down in front of him as well as the packet of sugar cubes. He looked at him and started to chuckle quietly. Alfred tilted his head and wondered what was so funn
beauty is a state of mindforgiveness is thebeauty is a state of mind8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
scent the violet leaves
on the foot that stomped it;
I am beautiful in remembrance:
I am beautiful
in a body two sizes too
large, in eyes dilated
with questions (eyes
you cannot name; gray
like the ocean, blue
like the heart, green like
the fever dream I cannot
wake from) I am the
hair of a lion, a wild
thing, ignition upon
tempted glance. I am the skin
you cannot name, always fleeting;
you always see
but never truly take in.
and I know a boy
carved of ivory silence,
TVL - Chica X Dylan RPTVL - Chica X Dylan RP2 years ago in Settings More Like This
It has been a couple of hours since Chica and Dylan had arrived in Brazil. The purple-ish brown she-cat had taken him straight to her old home. It was a mansion. That's about the only way you could put it. The building itself was more of a European style. It was white with huge columns holding the front of the majestic building up. Currently, there were a couple people touching up the outside finish of the building. There were easily twenty workers just working on the porch portion of the house. The amount of money Chica's parents owned was pretty obvious. They were filthy stinkin' rich.
Chica ran inside dragging Dylan behind her like she tended to do, and once inside the ornate house she jumped up and down on her paws for quite a while. Relishing her old home and the marble floors her paws had touched every day she had been a kit. She had a small long reconnecting with her mother who had made her and Dylan sit down and have some coffee with her. Chica didn't mind of course, though she
excuses for why I'm shakingwe live in a world of apologies.excuses for why I'm shaking1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I made a mistake a year back,
choosing my addiction to oxygen
over less demanding things.
I’m sick of trembling for problems
that aren’t mine and I’m sick of trying
to romanticize black holes and
the indiscriminate nature of lithium and
I’m sick of waking up every morning
feeling sick. and truly, I’m sorry
but I’m not ready to accept my role
in the making of myself. I’m not ready
to lament for those with a smaller
pain tolerance, and for my dislike
of anything that requires commitment.
I’m sorry I miss you and I’m sorry
I won’t admit that out loud.
how scary is it to be something
so unalterably heavy, to be diagnosed
as your own worst enemy, but god,
you’re so fucking beautiful,
and not in the stereotypical boy
meets girl meets fairytale way, but
the kind that makes my heart
bleed a million miles quicker.
I just wanted to cry on all
your scars and wash them clean.
when things are bad for
BREAKING NEWS// BREAKING NEWS: Lucy outside Greenstown Court House now where a young man has been convicted of murder //BREAKING NEWS2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Newsdesk Reporter (Michelle): Lucy is outside Greenstown court house now to give us more on the story, Lucy, tell us more about what has happened there today?
Lucy: Yes Michelle, it's a very upsetting scene, the defendant Vincent Howard has been convicted and sentenced to 4 years at a maximum security prison for the murder of Jasper Othello - really everyone here is shocked, people were crying in the courtroom and hugging each other. No one knows what to do. It's very upsetting. Howard broke down in tears, he was obviously shocked too, it's pandemonium.
Michelle: I mean, yes, it's the same here in the studio, what do you think happened?
Lucy: I'm sorry?
Michelle: With the judge. We saw the defense put up a good case last week and this outcome was not expected at all.
Lucy: Right, yes, last week Howard's defence lawyer Maxwell Bates put fo
An extension of How not to Write Love Interests“Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.” - C.S LewisAn extension of How not to Write Love Interests10 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This quote is about faith not love, but you can see how the same logic applies. If faith is not merely to "feel" as if you believe something, why should love be merely to "feel" that you like something?
In the end, faith is remembering you have reason to believe, and love is a choice about how you treat someone. Feelings are irrelevant. They are passing. They are constantly changing, and that's natural. They can indeed play a role in our decisions about relationships, but are a fickle factor to base an entire decision off of. It's like building a house on the sand. We're human beings with intelligence, and there is no such thing as a feeling so powerful we HAVE to act on it-that is fantasy.
What about circumstances? What about age? Can it ever be simply a waste of time?
On my last deviation, people arg
14: Durias and JulieWhat have I done?14: Durias and Julie1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Durias stood frozen in the dimly lit dining hall, the little brunette bundled in his arms.
The portal in the stone wall behind him fizzled and popped as it slid closed, the dark alleyway beyond the opening shimmering like the surface of a lake before fading back into the wall.
His heart hammered in his chest as the reality of what he had done sank in.
He had made a terrible, colossal, god-awful mistake.
I should not have taken her.
He had acted on impulse, throwing caution to the wind--something he had never done in his thirty-one years. In battle, such brash action would surely have gotten he and his men killed, and he couldn’t understand how he could so easily go against his principles now.
I had to possess her…I do not understand it…
Durias had been so taken with Julie--so curious as to why she had stirred such longing within him so quickly, so completely--that he hadn’t even considered the danger he would put her i
Sensual DelightsHim and I, we are locked in love;Sensual Delights2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our bodies connect when we're in bed.
The heat is tense, ready to explode
As we wordlessly speak in passion.
Once our tongues entwine
In a battle, it ignites the flames.
I push back so hard I can
Feel the effect I have on you.
All our clothes come off, we
Begin a game where we both win.
Just when I think I know you,
Know you so well, you
Surprise me with a new move.
Here I am screaming for more,
Screaming your name when
All control escapes my grip.
Him and I, we're a perfect match,
We will take the whole world by storm.
But for now, it is the right time for
Enjoying our own sensual delights.
It's so weird that you're gentle
Yet you're rough at the same time.
Both of us are slick with our sweat
When we quicken the pace.
Every time you hit my sweet spot,
I'm close to falling apart.
Ethics and IchiRukiOnline arguments can be nasty, nasty things. By their very nature, they involve a clash between two (or more) groups of people who all hold very strong opinions concerning something which, oftentimes, cannot be concretely proven. This is intensified by the near-anonymous nature of the Internet itself; here, hidden behind pixels and text, a person can say, do, and be anything and anyone they want, with relatively little fear of repercussion; it's impossible to reach through a computer screen to sock someone in the face, for instance.Ethics and IchiRuki3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Sometimes, it seems that for every individual capable of outlining his thoughts on a touchy matter in a clear, polite manner, a hundred Neanderthals whose vocabulary is made up of badly-spelled swearwords and insults follow, all throwing digital rocks at each other and screeching abuse under the influence of Caps Lock. Each and every one of them will firmly believe in the right to speak freely and express one's opinion as long as that opi
It Is Because I Love YouIt is because I love you that I wrap the night around my face like a scarfIt Is Because I Love You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to wear the darkness, just so you don't have to.
I do it so that it is I who shoulders your pain, your burden,
so you can wear your beautiful sunshine smile, not the night sky scarf.
It is because I love you I worry.
I worry that, when I am gone, you will cease to exist as the hand on my chest
and only become a phantom of memory - a time long ago.
And I will be alone with the memory of you.
Of course, it is because I love you that I dream,
dreaming of one day returning, to have you in my arms again.
Even if I must once again don that scarf, I can still smile
To know that it is because you love me too.
Untitled1.Untitled2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that we sense
like wings fluttering
in the shadows
or chest rising with the effort
so fragile in the wind
shards of memory
piercing the stillness
and screams silenced
the lashes to our eyes
hurt and bleed
and wound me
so close to breaking
I can see the cracks.
and begin to disintegrate
the holes patched
the pain "forgotten"
(as if things
like that can just go away)
I see light
cold and clear through dry eyelashes
whispers in the ink
and music that sings
darling and sweet
I see the light in your eyes
I hear your warm heart
I know your thoughts
…I feel you here
there it is
on the raven's wings:
on the feathers of pain
I can see the black
but always close
as a dream (nightmare)
I am not lost
I can see beauty
light is fun to watch…
dancing in the eddies
hands are warm
pretty droplets of love.you blink at the boy in front of you who stands fixated on an imaginary spot in the middle of the deserted field. eyes closed, he stretches out his arms, and the breeze caresses his arms lightly. and you suddenly want to be the wind, to feel every part of yourself draped all over him and his soul.pretty droplets of love.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he drops his arms against his sides with a soft flump, and he turns around on the spot to face you.
"did you know that i weigh more than you do?"
you blink again; it seems to be all you're capable of doing when around him.
"um, no i didn't know that," you manages to say before he tsks at you.
he gives you a small smile and you swear your heart tore out of your chest, flew over, and gave him a tight hug.
"do you know why?"
you can only shake your head.
"because my heart's bigger than yours."
you crook an eyebrow, and moves three footsteps closer.
"you see, i have too much love for you that it overflows, and i think it pools in my feet. my heart's filled to the brim, and i
Friend Zone.Friend Zone.Friend Zone.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just can never seem to get it right.
How can she say that I am not her type?
After the constant phone calls and the facebook messages
And listening to you talk about all of your annoying relatives.
I thought that you and I could’ve been something.
I know now you think all guys are just after one thing.
Especially after the last guy and what he did to you
And I thought since I was the person you came running to.
That maybe, eventually there could be something between us
And you would believe me when I say I am not thinking of my penis.
When I say I long to hear your voice, even if it's only for a little while
And I love the way your delicate dimples develop whenever you smile.
I even love the way you chew your nails wildly whenever you’re nervous.
So when my suppressed feelings for you begin to pierce through the surface
And I confess all of the affection held captive in my chest.
You say that you love me but you can only see me as a best...
This where the mem
LongingI want the Renaissance of LoveLonging2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the Age of Aquarius promised us.
I want to understand humanity
and ask you to take my hand when needed.
I want your hand
when I may desire the same.
I want prejudice to die
on the Altar of Compassion
while we walk arm-in-arm
without inhibition or shame,
a Love-In of not just tolerance,
but real acceptance.
My deepest desire is the reawakening
I want to end my vanity
to see what really matters.
I want a mature mind
with a young outlook.
I want to awaken refreshed each day,
and rest reassured each night.
I want to find myself by looking inward
rather than search the world in vain.
I want to accept responsibility and blame
if that’s what it takes to live honestly.
I want a revival of Love
we have all awaited for so long.
I want justice
for its own sake.
I want elections that give
a choice of politicians who will
“reach across the isle,”
instead of ridicule and polarize.
I want America to find its backbone
to stand against brutality
Untitled Tiger Project Part 2Untitled Tiger Project Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silence had not found life easy as a young tiger. In fact, his name had originally been a pejorative moniker used by his snickering siblings to mock his constant, noisy stumbling over his own giant paws. His large size and clumsiness had been a terrible hindrance while hunting, his prey escaping with ease by ducking in or under any piece of machinery or tank or container that was too small for Silence's head and shoulders. And there seemed to be an uncountable many places too small for Silence. His only weapon had been to cultivate the art of becoming a shadow, invisible, until the moment to strike was so close and fast that his prey did not have time to escape. But until he had honed that skill, he often went to sleep hungry.
Silence often reflected with a degree of bitter satisfaction that neither his brother nor his sister was still alive. Through suffering and defiance, Silence had grown strong. But his siblings had not weathered through the same selec
Three in Five MinutesDream one was a bright white flashThree in Five Minutes2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and sounds of things breaking
I opened my eyes and saw it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream two was my child yelling
"Where are you? Where are you?"
I opened my ears and heard it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream three was a sudden knocking
on the door in deepest dark.
I opened the door and saw nothing.
Now I think that it was me.
sunshine shakingmorse code upon collarbones andsunshine shaking7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sun-bleached smiles. she
wasn't ready. she wasn't ready.
he had open arms like
the song about the london bridge;
chlorine baptized him a new
man. innocent, innocent,
what did you see
when you kissed her? the
pearls upon the waves, the
silence upon the shore. was it
quiet enough to hear
the break? thunderous blue, the
chasms of her eyes.
present, in the body
that doesn't fit, I watched
you murder the sky. I wasn't ready