PersonaWe all wear a maskPersona5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No matter how we shape or mold it
It stays the same way even with a slight change
For the mask is a part of us
Just as we are part of the mask
When we hide a hidden side
Deep within our hearts
It becomes a shadow
Something we try to deny
Something to forget
But it always comes back to haunt us
Trying to engulf us in its darkness
To show others what their really like
As they keep denying it gets stronger
Shifting and molding into something terrifying
The shadow becomes a beast
A monster of our dark side
Because we've denied it
For thinking it isn't a part of us
But it is a part of us
Like we are a part of it
The only way to combat it
Is to accept it as it is
For that shadow is you
You are the shadow
Your persona that is in your heart
Don't be afraid
Just face it
Show no fear
The shadow is you
You are the shadow
You wear the mask
Wearing the mark
On your heart
Once you accept it
It becomes a great ally
A powerful persona
Right by your side
Always there to hel
Sleep Child.Sleep childSleep Child.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pretend the carousel of life doesn't make you queasy
Dance in the spider webs they ensnare you within
To eventually drain you.
Entangle the strings attached to your body and soul
Let them try to solve the knots and tangles
Slip away when cut.
Let your silent cries call out to Heaven above
Deafen the devils and the tormentors of Hell
Even though you're mute.
Make them pay and make them all bleed out
Shroud them in spider webs and their dangling threads
Then go to sleep.
The Spoils Of WarThe Spoils Of War2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Spoils Of War
On continents- Wars have been waged
And bad blood as been shed
In countries- Leaders have been made
And some promises were never kept
In towns- Peaceful protests have been planned
It was just another way to fight against
In cities- Raging riots have been started
Because they were fed up with all the bullshit
There are established governments
Who are supposed to be for the people
But they continue to make corrupted investments
It's just a group who exercise and taint their freewill
We have soldiers we praise and soldiers who shock us on the news
Some fight for their nations and some fight with their titles that's abused
We have police officers who serve and protect, but there's also dirty cops
Each one has a reason but some are just in it for the money, which is never enough
There will always be another side! / There is always another face to hide!
Greed is in cahoots with pride! / Envy and wrath devou
Pirate!EnglandXTimeTraveler!Reader - Part 1Pirate!EnglandXTimeTraveler!Reader - Part 12 years ago in Romance More Like This
Your head's hurting like crazy when you lay on the bed but it doesn't feel like your bed. All you can remember that you tried out Professor Jones' time machine and went out by the bright flash. When you open your eyes, you got up and look around to this unfamiliar room and you hear footsteps approaching to your room and you saw two couples with bowl filled with water and cloth and tray of food.
"Thank goodness! You're up." The woman said with relief.
"How are you feeling?" Her husband said.
"I'm alright. Where am I?" You asked them.
"You're at the inn. We are Innkeepers. I'm Julia (your mother's maiden last name) and this is my husband Pete." Julia introduced you.
You eyes are wide open to hear Julia's last name. 'Wait a minute...her last name. That's my mother's before she married. Pete does look like my mother.' You thought as you studied at Pete and look at him to make sure that's your ancestor. So that means, you made it to the past.
'What a luck! I found them!' You thought as you
To ConsecrateWhen you first met me,To Consecrate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All you could see was a snow white glove
jutting up from the filth I let them bury me in,
digits half curled
wrist arced and carpels tangled
as if I had once strained
to reach up for something more,
but had long since given up...
Your fingertips were my Autumn
as I walked backwards through Winter-
A sleepwalking shadow
spurred on only by sound of a melodic voice
and the faint whispers
of a promise
that I was worth more than ash and dust;
It's been two years since you first coaxed me up from the mire.
I opened my eyes into a hurricane,
reached out to grasp at the hem of your dress
only to come up short
when I found
I was still chest-deep in the mud;
You slipped away between the raindrops,
Leaving me with one last promise:
You can do this."
I put my hands to the ground,
pushed with everything I was-
Pushed till my ribs cracked,
my tendons tore,
till my arms snapped like rotten limbs
and I bled out from my eyes.
But I pushed.
The next time you saw
Creepy pasta Isabella extended fic part 1Creepy pasta Isabella extended fic part 13 years ago in Horror More Like This
A CreepyPasta Isabella Story. Part 1:
Any who knows me knows I loved Phineas more than anything. But love you see is a madding thing. Every day I would ask him the same question "Whatcha doing?" that was my thing but the true reason I asked him was to hear his voice. To see him light up the way he did making our summer days the best ever. Phineas....why?? Why didn't you see it? Why didn't you love me the way I loved you? Why did you choose her over me?!!!? Remi....that bitch!!!.... But ultimately, I did love you. But sometimes...Love hurts. But I'm getting a head of myself...
After a day like any other of that summer; an amazing adventure with the whole gang lead by Phineas, we even had a new friend with us her name is Remi she seems nice , very pretty and kind of shy but now it was time for a good night's sleep. "Mom said that the weather channel called for a big storm tonight. Good thing I already ear
The Doodle and the Dame"Thanks, I guess?" I said as the artist of the doodle I now possessed walked away with pride in his step. I looked down at the lined piece of paper to see a picture of what looked like a male fairy. Whatever made my classmate think it was perfect for me blew right over my head.The Doodle and the Dame3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No problem, seems like he likes you." Said classmate said before continuing to walk away. I watched him go in confusion before looking back at the lined paper doodle in my hand.
I could just pitch it. I thought, looking around to make sure the artist was out of sight before I walked over to the trashcan. My hand stopped before releasing the paper into the can at the sound of the school bell ringing, indicating how late I was to my next class.
"Damn," I mumbled under my breath before taking one last look at the picture. The fairy looked pleased, a wise smile stretched across his face, "Fine, it looks like you're coming home with me." I said before shoving the picture in my backpack and running down the ha
Jesse's Story Pt. 9From Part 7:Jesse's Story Pt. 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jesse's attention snapped back to the present when she touched his cheek so gently that for a moment he thought he might have imagined it.
"Come on, darlin', I don't want to force feed you, but I will if you make me."
With nothing more than a resigned sigh, he faced her again and opened his mouth. She placed the first spoonful in his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, recognizing the almost forgotten flavors of chicken noodle soup. All too soon, the bowl was empty but the spoon was replaced by a glass of water which he quickly downed. "Thank you," he said softly as she put the cup down on the tray.
She smiled softly and reached for the tray again .
Until the sound of the doorbell made them both pause.
They Call Me Ice... Part 1Alec:They Call Me Ice... Part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I couldn't afford to stop running. Not now. Not when they were so close. My breath sawed through my chest as I sprinted through the labyrinth of dim streets.
It was ironic really. The most advanced beings on the planet, hunted like common prey. I was one of these advanced humans. And right now, I was being hunted.
I didn't know the name of the Hunter. None of them had names as far as I knew. Then again, the others and I may not have had names as far as the Hunters knew.
My pale blue hair whipped into my eyes. Pushing it away, I growled in annoyance, anger, and increasing desperation. I cut a close corner and skidded to a halt. Dead end.
"No, no, no, no, noooooo!" I wailed, trying to find a way up the sheer brick wall. I couldn't get a decent grip on it anywhere. The pounding staccato of running boot-clad feet bounced off the walls o
My Darkest HourMy Darkest Hour3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Darkest Hour
I've become lost
In my sundered reflection
I've finally crossed
The line of desperation
I sense something sinister
Something that is beyond cruel
My tears seem to hinder
Ready to break down soon
The darkness is always waiting
To rule / To conquer
To swallow / To devour
To return / To overpower
The shadows are always lurking
As I cry / As I weep
As I beg / As I plead
As I fall / As I grieve
The blinding fear is consuming
My anxiety-infected veins pour
I'm beyond weak
I don't want to be afraid anymore
Let me bleed
This is the only way out
A perfect exit for a coward
No longer am I bound
I couldn't survive my darkest hour
Wings Of DarknessWings Of Darkness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Darkness
Bind me within your embrace
Bestow me with your grace
I seek your help to obtain the unseen
I need you to blind me from the light
Never let me see my weakness again
Blanket my fears so I won't cry
Cease the false hope from shining in vain
Ward away the lies that hide behind my eyes
Morph this disaster into a calm night
Burn the dying sun out
Darken the nightmarish sky
Let the ominous clouds melt
Lock away this cursed gift of sight
I no longer desire it
Shut out the world from you and I
I yearn for the abyss
Rip away my self-hatred
Bring back my innocence
Obliterate the life I created
And color this reality obsidian
Let the void consume
Paint my essence black
Devour what was once called truth
My faith is in your hands
I profess it all unto you
I am under your command
Cover up my exiled heart
Wrap my soul i
Giving Up, Giving In ch.2-GiDLogan wasn't sure how long he had been in the room. One man sat, still masked, by the door, watching his every move as he tried to struggle. The room was fairly empty the only window was blocked by closed blinds, and there was no clock, but Logan would assume that it took him about half an hour to stop his struggle and slump against the iron bars of the headboard.Giving Up, Giving In ch.2-GiD6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Roughly an hour after Logan gave up his struggle, the door opened again and two men, both masked, entered dragging someone with them. Logan's eyes widened as he realized who the second captive was. His boyfriend of several months, Max Foster, was being pulled into the room. One of the men had one arm around Max's chest, tightly pinning the boy's arms to chest while his other hand was clamped tightly over Max's mouth. The second man had a strong hold on Max's legs, which the boy was trying to kick outwards, but to no avail.
"Found him poking around." The man holding Max's feet let go and the boy instantly began to strug
They Call Me Ice... Part 2Alec:They Call Me Ice... Part 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All right, I admit it. I was beyond terrified. The only person who might have actually cared about me in this place, even a little, had just abandoned me to my fate. Definitely not boyfriend material.
I pulled vainly at the cuffs and struggled hopelessly against the leather straps. It took every last ounce of willpower to repress the rising panic. Instead I focused on something else anything else. The whoosh of the AC. The electric buzz and tick of the faulty fluorescent lights. The thud of footfalls
The thud of footfalls?
'Goodbye, Elaine. I promise I won't give them the information they want. I won't lead them to you. I love you.'
I strode down the sterile white halls of the Agency's living quarters. Not all Hunters lived on the property like I did.
Kyle - GIDThanksgiving is not my favorite holiday. It's one of the only days my family gets together. And that is not a pretty sight. Mom and Aunt Delilah ready to kill each other in the kitchen, cousins screaming and running around, not very fun. Since I'm a quiet guy, I try to hang out in my room the entire time but mom drags me out to babysit the cousins, help in the kitchen, talk to the grown-ups, that sort of thing.Kyle - GID5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mom was hurrying back and forth, and Dad was just lazing around. Soon an argument broke out between them. I headed up to my room to escape. The door opened, cousins walked in, yadda yadda yadda. It was calm for only a few minutes when Aunt Sue stepped into my room. "Hey Kyle, how's my favorite nephew doing?"
I really hate how cheesy relatives can get. I mutter fine and keep reading my book. I believe her smile turned to a scowl, but it was only for a split second, so it could just have been my imagination. I was just to the interesting part in the book when she grabbed me from b
she had a habit of making stars cryprobably could've settled forshe had a habit of making stars cry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
less than mine, but there's
a tongue-tied night sky
crying to the moon and
its narrating defenses
against my remarks, comments
never too dark to notice the spark, dead
shooting stars have been
trying to prove. to me, it takes
more than will to move
the north to the south, no field will
help you, no power will allow you,
no words will let you.
should've stuck to rhyming for
catharsis and, let the night cry to
a fraudulent sun and
found comfort in anonymity to
hang on some more; should've quit
being a witness before i
fell to the floor. should've opened
before popping those pills and let
drag reluctance until it
swam into ripples too perfect for
the moon, and stayed to hold the
stars when they fell
into our lagoon.
probably could've lied about
discovery and the Nile, probably would've
granted every wish worth the while. could've
said the day was too dark for the
night, could've stopped the moon from
settling to surviv
love?i can sit here telling you what i feel;love?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but not a million words can tell you;
i fall all over again;
feeling of happiness;
feeling the love;
having pain rush inside you;
the hurt blinding you;
the fear staying hidden;
it all rushes for that one true feeling;
the feeling of joy, and happiness;
its calling your name;
and saying i love you..
Contest Entry: Trust MeBrandon and Jack did everything 'just to try it once'. They had been friends since middle school, nearly twenty years ago, and kept no secret or experience from one another. They shared everything.Contest Entry: Trust Me4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So when Brandon invited himself over to Jack's house and admitted shyly that he was developing an interest in bondage, naturally Jack insisted that they try it out together.
"Are you sure?" Brandon asked, biting his lip. He was by far the more introverted of the two, despite being a full seven inches taller than Jack, and far more heavily built. "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to..."
"Are we friends, or are we?" Jack asked, laughing. He was a small, wiry man with a wild mop of brown hair and brilliant blue eyes that always seemed to be smiling. "I don't mind at all, buddy. When did you want to do this?"
"Are you doing anything right now?" Brandon asked, shifting on the c
The Seedeater...In the darkness of the night,The Seedeater...2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A creature stalks inducing fright.
Half bird, half man, all deathly fear.
He'll kill and eat you before you shed a tear...
In the trees of darkened wood,
He watches children where no one could.
Watching, waiting, and hungry for flesh,
He takes them while their bodies are still fresh...
But as his hunger is never satisfied,
He hunts and stalks men and their wives.
Alone and hungry and encased in bloodlust
Be careful of this creature if you get lost...
If you go out alone at night
Your soul will be filled with fright
When you hear a rustling in the trees,
Beware of the Seedeater, he will not hear your pleas...
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
Sleeping With the DevilThey're coming to get me.Sleeping With the Devil3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hands reached out,
Traced in black and grey.
Hissing evil laughs.
I run, short legs pumping
As fast as they can go.
No use. Why is it always
Just in vain?
You won't get away
This time honey.
I want to scream at you.
I want you to get away.
Following me around everywhere.
I have no freedom.
You've put me on a leash
That I can't chew off.
With strong force, my
Eyes are forced open.
I gasp at seeing the
Bed, Nightstand, lamp.
All so normal.
Yet your still beside me.
The devil sleeps with me.
You tell me I was
Having nightmares again.
How you say the word with disdain.
I nod my head an apologize.
He's the one who's problem it is.
He's the one who's causing me these "dreams."
Before you lie down and
Return to your slumber in hell,
You encase me with a
The devil sleeps with me at night.
I can't get away from his chains.
Not even my dreams are freedom.
Someone save me save mys