Secret Life of MeSecret Life of Me8 months 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.
My Little StarLeaves fall away like fading memoriesMy Little Star3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
underneath the autumn breeze
and flow like the ocean waves
serene and ethereal like the moon-less sky
Its night like these that my emotions are set free
like a bird flying through the heavens
against shivering winter snow
and stars as far as the eye can see
I want to see what is underneath
skin deep and beyond the reflection in the mirror
like a candle silently flickering underneath layers of night
where prayers and hope reside
What is it like to open your arms to touch the sky
and embrace the wind as it gently brushes your cheeks
to sigh as you lay in the grass where the crickets sing an endless crescendo
unlocking the depths of your heart
It is with you
It is in you
It is the closest to you
It is you
MasksMasks2 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
Friend Zone.Friend Zone.Friend Zone.1 year 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
Blank CanvasShe looks so prettyBlank Canvas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the sun rays of a blessed afternoon.
The breeze has a soft touch
on her skin of flawlessness.
Her voice is a Mozart sonata,
and for her the word perfect is an understatement.
We need sunglasses for the height of her radiance.
No one will look away;
she's cursed to be in the gaze of thousands.
But then my heart falls when I wake up from that dream.
Yes, none of that was real,
and pretending it is
I must change.
I turn the pages of my diary,
in hopes that writing in it will be
like a purification,
to everything that is within that I want to be without.
What I then wish for is to go on as myself,
and to see everything and everyone,
not with rose colored glasses,
but just as something with value;
in a word the truth.
The true beauty of life
is being who you are,
and being happy with who you are,
also to smile and mean it,
so smile and be your own sunshine.
BREAKING NEWS// BREAKING NEWS: Lucy outside Greenstown Court House now where a young man has been convicted of murder //BREAKING NEWS1 year 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
LongingI want the Renaissance of LoveLonging1 year 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
I Thought You CaredThe pain explodesI Thought You Cared3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fire ignites
burning my soul
destroying my heart.
an aching cut
the trickling blood
the strong release
that sense of peace.
you tell me you cared
but did you ever?
now it's like
I never knew you at all.
Do you care?
is the last night
I live in this pain
I will be gone
Because I thought
SpringFlowers and guns walk hand in handSpring2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The truth is now officially banned
In seconds houses are turned to ruins
The rich are proud of their brave doings
Underneath a pile of bricks
Beyond the point of a simple fix
Between frantic screams sounds a small yelp
A civilian's desperate cry for a little help
She hadn't wished for it to be this way
But her life is a small price to pay
For the freedom her country urgently needs
Heroes will be honored for their deeds
A soldier grabs a child's tiny hand
He offers protection, completely unplanned
Another bomb is on its way
He holds her close and they both pray
To different gods indeed,
But equal is the blood they bleed
The greatest sacrifice he gave
For another's life to save
Covering her is a dead man
A tragic failure of a game plan
Corpses lie around her feet
But the bomb attack is not complete
I Can't...I can't do this.I Can't...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's so much pain,
So much anger.
It haunts me,
Burning my insides.
Why does this happen to me?
Why am I different?
Sometimes I wonder,
Sitting by my window,
Staring out into the small street,
Is it really worth it?
All this pain,
All this sadness.
All this anger I feel,
All the hate I gather.
They glare at me,
Destroy my soul.
Because I'm different,
Because I'm goth.
I can't be accepted for who I am,
Because of what I am.
The bitches they are,
They call me evil.
Say I'm a bad person,
Tear at every single thing about me.
My personality's no good,
My mind-set is all wrong,
The way I dress is downright horrifying.
Well I've had enough.
I can't take it anymore.
I wasn't made for this,
To suffer like this.
I want to quit,
To end it all.
But I refuse to give in.
They win if I lose.
That is why I must feel their hate,
See my black angel wings,
Feel my anger.
Because if I gave up,
They would win.
I can't let them win.
I will not.
I can't stand here and pretend
The MaskEvery day, I put on a mask.The Mask2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This mask is my salvation;
It smiles and laughs
At all the right times,
Behind it I can hide
How I truly feel.
How would you know
Of the tears I cry?
The mask is rigid.
I could be angry,
Or mournful or confused,
But how would you know?
You don't know me.
Not the real me.
The real me is hidden
Underneath my mask.
I built these layers to
Be the one you wanted.
Who am I really?
Not the person
You wanted of me;
I am myself, and unique.
I am nothing but lies
And twisted mistruths.
Every day, I put on a mask.
Behind the mask is a person.
Behind that person, a wish.
A wish to be accepted,
To be herself and free...
But how would you know?
From the GardenI saw myself die todayFrom the Garden2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As my childhood passed away.
With the tune of a lullaby
To my parents I said goodbye.
Today I was laid to rest
Not wearing my Sunday best
But rather a pair of jeans
Worn out at the seams.
In my coffin was many things
Like baby dolls, fake rings
And real dreams.
To my funeral no children came
Only they could see I'd never be the same.
Only they could see the chain
That would bring me my shame.
They buried me in a box of hopes
In front of a bunch of old folks.
I was buried under 6 feet of responsibility
Ignoring my cries of hostility.
From the perfect garden I fell
Into the serenity of this hell.
And as they covered me with their time
I lost all traces of what once was mine.
FingertipsLoki was sitting in his cell moveless, silent. Trying not to think so much, but thinking was the only thing he could do now. His bandaged eyes covered himself in endless darkness.Fingertips1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The god even didn`t know if it was night or day. No light reached his eyes. How long has he already been there? He didn`t know. He lost all his feeling for time. His eyes became useless to him.
His bounded hands even didn`t allow him to raise his arms more than few centimenters and if that wouldn`t be enought, Odin had also bounded his feet to the ground. Forced the god to sit there in an unatural posture. Oh, how much Loki wished just to move his legs in a different position. But it was senseless. His whole body was useless to him now.
He already had tried to rip out the chains from the wall the very first time he was imprisoned. He screamed, yelled all the time. Threats and insulting came out of his mouth followed by beggings for mercy. But after a time he gave up. There seemed to be no one who was there to
Nembree, The PrologueI watched my sister struggle to climb safely down the wall of the embankment. She cautiously analyzed each step, making sure she wouldn't slip and receive the same fate as my own. Shifting uncomfortably in the thick mud, I couldn't seem to free myself from its tight grasp. Each time I attempted to free myself, it painfully reminded me of the ache in my ribs from my fall and seemed to only sink me further down into it's grasp. The echo of enraged men slowly faded and the silent hum of the forest quickly swamped my senses.Nembree, The Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Watch your step, Nori," my voice was strained as the words left my lips; I almost didn't recognize it. I couldn't believe the series of the events that lead us to this damn forest. Panic started to contaminate my thoughts with the images of what would happen if those men found me helpless in the embankment. How do I always get myself into these ridiculous predicaments? I tried to slow my breathing to keep the movement of my injured ribs to a minimum.
"Are you alright?
The Secret of Mortality A mellow light poured in through the open window, the interior of the hotel suite smelling just like metropolitan New York. The curtains danced and twisted about as the breeze whispered cool life into the suite. Nikola Tesla consistently kept his window open to allow the local pigeons entrance; he always believed that the pigeons of Central Park were the best fed in the country, due to his mix of special seeds and grains.The Secret of Mortality1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Though, there was one who he favoured above all the others, a female. They shared many hours together in the park, and she provided him with more hope and encouragement than he fancied he could ever need from a human companion. They were positively in love; all he had to do was call and she would land gracefully on his shoulder minutes later.
This time, in the suspense before the dawn, she blew in like a heat storm. The swoop of wings awoke Nikola, who was draped on an armchair in the living room. He was t
we have all the time.we have all the time.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All that I need is this moment.
When I laugh with my friends I suddendly think of you,
I close my eyes and I turn my face to the sky
and I can see your eyes and your wonderful smile.
All I need is to put my heart in peace
and just let myself free to feel again.
Feel with you,
feel for you,
my heart is flying so fast and it doesnt want to listen to the Reason.
Because a beat is more real than any rational thoughts.
I just want to take your hand, look in your eyes without a word
and be myself again.
I have been so lost...
All that I need is this moment.
Stay silent, dont speak a word
just take my hand and look in the sky with me.
We have all the time of the world.
I know we will find the way to find eacothers in middle of the path.
You can save me with your smile.
I can save you with my heart.
We will find the way to look in the future together,
because you know a beat is more real than any rational thoughts.
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
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 IchiRuki2 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
DA: Dark City C12Title: Dark CityDA: Dark City C121 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author: :iconCelticWolfwalker: and :iconRiHouston:
Setting: Modern Day Dragon Age
Character(s): f!Hawke/Cullen and the cast
The sun hadn’t even risen when a dark hooded figure dashed out of the main building at the Academy. The air was cool and damp, morning dew glistening in the false dawn light. The figure skulked, stopping every now and then to look around watching to see if anyone was walking around on the grounds. There was no other figure about in the early pre-dawn of the day. No one suspected that this day was going to be a day no one forgot. Today, the Mages’ Underground took the offensive against the Templar Order.
The dark hooded figure dashed from the front drive and ran across the lawn toward the main road. His breath heaved out heavily when he arrived at a dark car parked off on the side of the road near the academy. Going around to the passenger side and opening the door, he slid into the seat and pushed the
Full Moon DreamsFull Moon Dreams11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking up in the midnight sky I think.
Dreaming of my dreams.
Dreaming of my wishes.
My full moon dreams.
Seeing the stars streatch for eternity,
I wish I could be as beautiful.
I wish I could have their bright glow.
I dream of getting out of this hell.
My full moon dreams I want to fulfill.
Spreading my wings and taking off.
Closing my eyes and being somewhere else.
Take a deep breath and sigh.
I open my eyes and I am still here.
Sitting in a field and feeling the soft fall of rain.
I listen to the chirping of crickets,
And dream of things that I find impossible.
If I set my mind to it,
You can do anything.
I tried and failed multiple times.
Having such low self-esteem
Does not help.
I'm still sitting here dreaming of my full moon dreams.
I wish I could succeded in them.
Pulling out a razor blade,
I think of dying.
I slice my wrist,
And feel no pain.
All I feel at the moment,
Is the blood trickling down my arm.
Looking up at the full moon,
I think of the impossible.
Autumn AutopsyAs lovers,Autumn Autopsy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
we were reckless;
in a field of mines.
We traded kisses
and carefree caresses
and blackened skin.
at the cost
of darker afternoons,
of the dying season;
We didn't ask,
we never questioned
of our expenditures.
I shed my skin
in the Autumn of youth,
the viscera and
bared the bone --
a scarecrow of worms
and raw meat,
amongst the stalks
of reddened corn.
to dusty artifacts,
laden with memories
of decaying potency;
rising from the cooling wick
will never be
as sweet as
when the flame