PersonaWe all wear a maskPersona4 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
My Darkest HourMy Darkest Hour2 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
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
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.
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.
Black Panther IISitting in the office the next day was uncomfortable. I'd told my side of the story, gotten cleaned up, and now, we had to watch the tape from last night.Black Panther II3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A few strokes on the keyboard from Officer Thomas, and the satellite feed was pulled up. I watched what I could, biting the inside of my lip as my superior officer reviewed the tape in silence.
It was a horrible feeling. Other than the damage to my pride I'd been lucky. A cut on my head, some scraps on my knees, and some bad bruising on my back and legs. I squirmed in my seat, slowly looking up, just in time to see the man pull back, his seed on my face in the HD video feed. My face burned, and I looked back down.
Thomas shut the video off then, because the criminals had cut off the tape after that, and disabled the gps. The car was gone. I heard him sigh heavily. "Roderick " He said quietly. I didn't want to look at him, and he sighed, sitting behind his desk. "Look at me, that's an order."
I slowly looked up at him, and f
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
If You Only Knew...If you only knewIf You Only Knew...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What I go through each day
What I feel because of you
What I hate thanks to you
Now that you're gone
That you left me
I fucking hate myself
I'm such a stupid girl
You're so stupid for leaving me
But it's too late
You're already gone
And I'm trying not to break
Anymore than I already am
You made this choice
You chose to kill me
Shattering my heart into pieces
I hate you
I love you
Just know what you did to me
You turn your head in shame
Just feel the guilt!!
If you're going to kill me
Do it all at once!
Kill me now!
What does it matter anyway...
GiD- No Trust"What do you mean, it's not working?"GiD- No Trust4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The voice on the other end of the call was deep, commanding, and completely expressionless. Jack swallowed hard before answering, as he always did- that voice scared him.
"I mean, it's not working." He said. "I did exactly what you said to do, but it's not working. All he does is cry. He's refusing to eat, and I have to fight to get any water in him."
The other end was silent for a long moment. "Tell me exactly what you've been doing. Start at the beginning."
Jack sighed, being sure to do it quietly, and recounted everything from the afternoon Brandon had come over and laid his own trap for himself. He left nothing out, going through everything he'd done, all of Brandon's reactions, everything.
"- and I went down there just now to check on him. He kicked the food dish across the room, and didn't eat any of it. Nothing's working."
They Call Me Ice... Part 2Alec:They Call Me Ice... Part 23 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 - GID4 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
My ResumeGood reading comprehension,My Resume2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
adequate typing skills,
adept at mental math and making
statistical graphs from lists of information.
Experience with computer programming,
thorough proofreading abilities complemented
by an inclination toward triple-checking.
I can develop fictional hierarchies
to understand the social politics surrounding
and talk for hours about nothing,
rattle off facts about Isherwood, Turing, Nilsen.
Boredom doesn’t affect me,
I read the labels on everything,
pull the clutter out of my closet just
to put it all back in a less ergonomic order.
Three days is the longest I’ve been silent,
I can smile at anyone
without a genuine drop of affability,
and pace my apartment for minutes or days or hours.
Caffeine and nicotine and THC
are the only drugs I’ve recently ingested,
my hands are steady,
I can pick false dichotomies out of advertisements.
My patience for useless tasks is endless,
I can stand on my head,
almost suck my own cock,
Farewell MomIt's a farewell to all moms,Farewell Mom2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To those who brought us life,
To those who raised us up,
And taught us wrong and right,
To those who supported us,
Through both good and bad,
To those who brought us happiness,
And comfort when we were sad,
To those who made us smile,
To those who wiped our tears,
To those who gave us strength,
And helped us conquer our fears,
To those who gave their all,
And expected nothing in return,
To those that now rest in peace,
Gone on to a better place,
It's a farewell to my mom,
Because she'd have loved it,
To read this on her grave.
Together We StandWe have fought,Together We Stand2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have won,
We have lost,
And we have failed.
But together we stand
This battle is in our hands now,
And we have to lay our armor down.
This time around were together as one.
When fighting for one thing is all we have left,
What do we do when everything is finished?
What do we do when we run out of time?
We rise above the one's that told us we couldn't.
We show those people that they can't hurt us.
We prove to those people that we can do anything.
But together we stand.
Let's show them how strong we are,
Because they can't hurt us if we fight as one.
So take my hand, and the others around you.
Let's show these people that we won't fall to the ground.
Let's show them that we can change the world if we try.
Because together we stand as one.
What Became of Yesterday's Theatrics?Ode to morose pleasantriesWhat Became of Yesterday's Theatrics?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Their vapors swallow my day
Burden the winds with gloomy ember
Conjurer of sorrows I dare not remember
And stew in contempt
Estranged from beating solace
I am stripped of fellowship lively and bold
When heartfelt companions were squandered and sold
Recall the nights of quivering elation
Firm and whole
Young with promise
They perished along with the caring few
Fated to die aside the morning dew
Ode to quiet scorn
Bland with mundane worry
True wonders rot in its hollow reign
For dreary silence has become their bane
What became of the lightening’s flair?
Of the pursuant thunder that had its way
What of the restless chatter of youth?
Unknowing of the morrow’s loom
Unfazed by its devilish bloom
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..
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-GiD5 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
The real ending-Princess TutuAhiru was now used to her life as a duck. She didn't wake up in the morning worrying about being late for class like she did at first. She missed dancing with her friends, but had learned to watch happily from a distance. And her life as a duck was much simpler then her human life.The real ending-Princess Tutu7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The only important detail she had to remember was to be at the dock at the edge of the pond at noon.
"I'm late! I'm late!" Ahiru panicked as she raced across the water. When she reached the dock she sighed with relief. "Fakir is still here!" She thought. "Quack! Qua-quack!" she called out to him.
"Hey, Ahiru." Fakir replied.
She tried to hop onto the dock. "Qua-qua-quack. Qua-qua-quack." Fakir smiled and knelt down, scooped her up and set her on the dock. "You look a little frazzled. Maybe this will help." Fakir pulled some bread out of his bag and pulled some pieces off for her to nibble on. Ahiru gratefully began to eat.
Fakir settled down in his usual chair and began to write. After Ahiru finished her sna
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 Dame2 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
strongif anythingstrong4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
relationships have shown me just how
strong i am
to let it die
when it wasn't working
to admit to myself
what i was feeling
to act on my impulses
to know when it's time to end things
and strong enough
to look away
and move on