#masquerade

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  • princessfuzzy 8w

    #love #dark #forbidden #wod #pod #boy #girl #masquerade #ball #ruin #damage #dangerous #desire #girlxboy @writersnetwork


    I met him at the masquerade ball,
    Where he caught me when I was about to fall,
    Iridescent blues trapped in a velvety veil,
    His woodsy scent I inhale.
    He was so dishy,
    Not so flashy,
    Charming and classy.

    My mind was a farrago,
    For his lips were so soft like filago
    And I dunno if I'm prepared
    To get my heart repaired.

    His fingers entwined mine,
    Excruciatingly long and fine.
    As we danced,
    I was tranced,
    By the clean-cut phoenix he was,
    Attracting girls, loads of them coz
    He was so charismatic.

    His height blunted my own;
    He was like a crown of thorn
    Made of risks and what not
    I shouldn't have brought
    home a piece of thorn
    Not enough to make me mourn,
    Still enough to make me curious enough
    To go & take the crown as whole tough
    though it was.


    I wore it,
    Not minding how my head split,
    Blood gushing out,
    Huge bruises sprout.
    It was not long before I got ruined
    All 'cause of my desire and lust left unfulfilled.

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    Ruin

    ©princessfuzzy

  • thebhavnasaxena 13w

    In the masquerade I am lost,
    My fingers scratch at their
    Artificial faces, wearing my
    Solitude like an ancient curse
    In my skin, I am the one in
    This carnival of lust and passion,
    With no mask hiding my face,
    Save for the elflock that sits
    Atop my head like a vicious crown,
    Clasping in its tangles a drop of
    My blood, from the day my heart
    Was broken, I cannot see, I cannot
    Look, the debris of my fragile heart
    Clouds my eyes like a blindfold of ice,
    Of stone, in a masquerade I am blind,
    Hoping to find, the one with gentle fingers,
    To undo the tangles in my soul, yearning
    To drink from his lips the elixir to make
    My heart whole again, I know not what
    Name to call out, in a masquerade I am
    Lost, I am blind, stumbling from one
    Person to another, their fingers cruel
    On my flesh, they feast on me, as if I
    Were an exotic fruit, till I succumb

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    Medusa

    To my fate, I surrender, I whisper,
    My voice tasting like gravel in my mouth,
    I collapse to the ground, and wait to be
    Trampled upon, till I feel my elflock grow
    Like vine, slither down my arms like snake,
    In the masquerade I was reborn, and
    Those who feasted upon me, now tremble
    At my shadow, they don't dare to look
    Me in the eye, my name is legend,
    Whispered in hushed voices,
    I was a lost girl,
    I am a monster,
    I am Medusa.
    ©thebhavnasaxena

  • thebhavnasaxena 17w

    Shatter

    In the book of life,
    She had meant to write
    A story of a conquering
    Warrior queen, but instead
    She turns the pages to find, the tale
    Of a wicked queen, holding onto
    Her crown even as her fingers bleed
    And her throne is adorned with the
    Bones of countless innocents.
    She tears up the pages,
    Her book stained crimson.

    In the masquerade of life,
    She wished, nay, longed to be the Venus,
    All beauty, all grace, all charm, and
    The power of a goddess, at midnight,
    The masks come off, and the mirror
    On the wall shows her a Medusa, her own
    Gaze turning her to stone, cold, unfeeling,
    She hates the mirror, let it shatter
    Beneath her feet.

    Let her bleed, drain her out,
    She carries vile blood in her veins
    And vendettas poison her heart,
    How did this happen, she tries to
    Recall, but statues just are, their
    Memories frozen in some pocket
    Of oblivion, statues do not bleed,
    So if this be the curse she put upon
    Herself, let her fall from the mountain
    Of her vanity and let her break.
    ©thebhavnasaxena

  • bhavya_6 23w

    masquerade deal
    with the thoughts I feel

    @mirakee
    @writersnetwork
    #mask #masquerade
    #words #wod
    thanks WN for ❤


    phoney features
    time of fierce
    hidden sobs
    sadness spot
    lips sealed
    masquerade deal
    emotions gone
    still happiness on.
    by : @eccentric_bhavya
    _____________
    #ignore xd.
    ..

    follow for more
    #hidden #sad #sadness #emotions
    #feelings #thougths

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    Masquerade Deal
    ©eccentric_bhavya

  • inked_paper_coffee 25w

    Masquerade

    Disguise the real face beneath,
    Fear filled masked; real me,
    Woes with my own failures,
    Dispute between me and myself.
    Jilt with faked happiness,
    Buried the real essence me,
    Like demise clown in the nest,
    Nipped by the fake self.
    Hoax spilled around us,
    Masquerade like a clown,
    Gloom behind the laughter,
    Half of life that falls headlong.
    Caught in the dark,
    The deep dungeon imprisoned,
    Where shades even denied park,
    Life that grimed.
    Enquires self, do you wish more?
    Beneath utters, need the clock,
    Same river do not falls twice in the dock,
    Don’t just think, act to the core.


    ©inked_paper_coffee

  • invictuz 26w

    Even that aurora is a masquerade of the sky to hide it's pain.
    ©invictuz

  • microcosm 26w

    FourFiveSeconds_!!!

    Shallow drips, fuckin' with fiends, colluding,
    writing down names, looping up negativistics,
    the very dream of thirst, nomadic tendencies,
    gulping hooch, prepping the world of fucks,
    blending salts, grooving on four-five seconds,
    the heart still bluffing, she was not though,
    had enough of daisies, praisin' nicotiana,
    blessed, they said, pointing out them flukes,
    never got played up, still swaying down odds,
    outstanding love, lust, ethics and pedigree,
    i kept on walking, alone, lookin' up on icons,
    got betrayed, beholden upon balmorality,
    somehow crawled my way, craving for peace,
    to greet masquerade, the potrayal of quietus,
    finally got paved, there goes that bastard,
    passed upon afterlife, the poor soul of mine,
    offsetting hellishness, they never thought of,
    to hell with spilligion, i give you, quidamity.
    ©off_tsi9g

  • kitty8frost 34w

    It's Just An Act

    I'm trying so hard to disguise
    All of my selfish and petty lies

    Acting like I'm smarter than I am
    But my whole demeanor is a sham

    I'm putting on a smile, pretending I'm okay
    But you don't know the words that I don't say
    And it's getting so much harder every day
    Masking the emotions I don't want to convey

    I feel like I'm always going to be on my own
    And honestly I'm scared of being so alone
    But I don't think anyone's ever known
    'Cause the truth is something I postpone

    How much longer can I pretend
    That I'm thinking this might be the end
    'Cause I'm not someone you can mend
    No matter how much you try to tend

    I'm trying so hard to let all this go
    But I'm scared my secrets will show

    So I'll keep up this act and hide
    Keeping all my feelings inside

    02/02/2021
    ©kitty8frost

  • london_sky 42w

    ~Timeless Angel~

    {December 25th, 2023}

    In the halls of insanity a woman in blue told me to continue, as she led the way with a flowered lantern. The wind around her fluttering her hair. The waves of her voice drug me to not care.

    Soon enough I found myself tied to my mind in a place no one could ever find. The tears on her face as it melted into the wall, the stars in the ceiling beginning to fall at the sound of a raven's call.

    No water could freeze in this place of gloom. No flowers would die but forever bloom.
    Bloom the beautiful thorns of insanity.
    In this garden I sit here tied, my dress torn by the glass outside. Blood stained the bottom hems, as if I swam in the depths of sin.

    No water could reach my eyes so grey in this world of blue and prey.
    My wings fluttering against the chains, my voice silent to the waves.
    The woman was back, her face gone. A mask in place.
    Everything in her was gone, what humanity was left, was tainted to the core.
    She grabbed me by the wrist and led me to the door.

    That is where I came face to face with the shadow that caused me remember gore.
    The trauma I went through to get to this point, laid out in front of my eyes like an un-welcoming prize.

    No scream, no fear, nothing could change the way I saw her.
    The girl in the reflection as the clock ticked.

    Tick
    ··
    Tok
    ···
    Tick
    ····
    Tok
    ·····
    It rhymed, soothing me to a fateful demise. Surrounded by ghosts I disappear into the mind of lies.
    Here I lay on the floor in front of an empty door. No where to go, no where to see, but humanity being me.
    What would it take to get my hope back?
    ©london_sky

  • biswajitdev 53w

    * Mermaid, the fallen star in world of dread *

    Dear wanderers of #Universe
    Wanna #traverse within the #verse !
    Drop a ❤ if you feel so .
    Feel free to convey your suggestions .
    #writingcontest #creativearena
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    ** Opening crimson shell, beckons with silks bedizened
    Eyes pure as pearls, golden hairs sea pomade
    Wallowing in dolphin tails, rippling waves she permenade
    Being swooned over sonnets of seas she serenade
    Devils masquerade as strolling sailors stray to invade
    The talk of love is all charade & mermaid gets betrayed .

    Mermaid, fallen star in world of dread won't ever fade
    Waiting for decades, not being decayed to evade from palisade
    Magnolious maid made up of glitters of star cascade
    Daughter of sea presents soldier of sea her crystal heart as accolade
    Longing not to be buried, bodies intertwine in crystal bed
    Romance pervades zephyr & they see dark night in colourful shade .

    Knotted into love is braveheart soldier & crystal heart mermaid
    Lay down on sand kissing golden sun & tossed by waves making love to moon, they're no more afraid of any renegade . **

    * GLOSSARY :-
    Crimson - Deep Red, Beckon - Tempt or Lure, Bedizened - Dressed with, Pomade - Dressing hair with scent, Wallowing - swaying or Moving rhythmically, Rippling - Series of waves, permenade - Ride, Swoon - Being pleased or attracted, Sonnet - Poem, Sereneade - Singing romantic melody, Masquerade - Pretend to be someone, Strolling - Wandering, Stray - Move away randomly or aimlessly, Invade - To win & capture, Charade - Fake or Farce, Dread - Fear, Decay - Perish, Evade - Escape, Palisade - Barricade or Barrier, Magnolious - Magnificent, Cascade - Fall, Accolade - Gift or Honour, Longing - A strong desire, Buried - Represeed or Hid, Intertwine - Connect or Link closely, Pervade - Spread through, Zephyr - Soft gentle breeze, Shade - Colour or Tone, Knot - Tie or Tangled, Tossed - Throw or roll gently, Renegade - Traitor *

    ©biswajitdev
    14.10.2020
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    @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writerstolli @writersbay

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    Opening crimson shell, beckons with silks bedizened
    Eyes pure as pearls, golden hairs sea pomade
    Wallowing in dolphin tails, rippling waves she permenade
    Being swooned over sonnets of seas she serenade
    Devils masquerade as strolling sailors stray to invade
    The talk of love is all charade & mermaid gets betrayed .




    Mermaid, fallen star in world of dread won't ever fade
    Waiting for decades, not being decayed to evade from palisade
    Magnolious maid made up of glitters of star cascade
    Daughter of sea presents soldier of sea her crystal heart as accolade
    Longing not to be buried, bodies intertwine in crystal bed
    Romance pervades zephyr & they see dark night in colourful shade .


    Knotted into love is braveheart soldier & crystal heart mermaid
    Lay down on sand kissing golden sun & tossed by waves making love to moon, they're no more afraid of any renegade .
    ©biswajitdev 14.10.2020

  • anush18 55w

    Schrödinger's cat is a thought experiment, sometimes described as a paradox, devised by Austrian-Irish physicist Erwin Schrödinger in 1935, during the course of discussions with Albert Einstein. It illustrates what he saw as the problem of the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics applied to everyday objects. [A cat, A flask of poison, and a radioactive source are placed in a sealed box, the flask is shattered, releasing the poison, which kills the cat. The Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics implies that after a while, the cat is simultaneously alive and dead. Yet, when one looks in the box, one sees the cat is either alive or dead, not both alive and dead. This poses the question of when exactly quantum superposition ends and reality collapses into one possibility or the other]

    #masquerade #mad #deadpoets #life #cat #oozingout #pod @writersabode @writersbay @writersnetwork @yayinology a read??

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    It's been long I have smiled.
    It's been long I have lived.
    I am digging my grave
    So that when I die,
    I don't owe something to anyone.

    My life is like schrödinger's cat,
    I'm living & dying,
    I'm breathing & suffocating,
    I'm smiling & crying,
    I'm coherent & incoherent.

    My demons are raging,
    And I'm dying Inside.
    My poetries are bleeding,
    But I'm high on masquerading.

    It's my time to dig my grave &
    Keep some dead flowers of willow.

    For I know no one will gift me flowers
    Unless I am dead.

    And yes now I'm digging my grave.
    ©anush18

  • near_and_far_ 56w

    Numbers make sense. It follows a set of rules unlike words in which chaos reign supreme.

    People are never numbers. They have no logic to them.

    People are more like words. Each conveying emotions more complex than the one before. Unpredictable.

    We are bundled chaos masquerading as numbers. As if, we follow rules. We are just cuckoos trying to act like crows.

    On goes the charade.

  • waterfall_ 59w

    U.

    I could be really nice,
    And you’d always like me around even without thinking twice,
    With me, there are no traces of melancholy,
    So you always enjoy my company,
    I always make you smile,
    So that makes me worth the while,
    I’m optimistic just as I’m hardworking,
    So I come across as charming,
    I do keep you entertained,
    So you can’t wait till we meet again,
    I seem to have sated all you had listed,
    So you conclude I’m all you’ve ever wanted,
    But your knowledge of me is shaded,
    The big question is :
    can you love me naked?



    Saxcity

  • sha_yad 65w

    Masquerade

    Visions painted black
    thoughts inked naif
    soul made of ceramic
    heart carved with a knife
    embossed, engrossed, sculptured, engraved
    Oh! don't ask, I'm not divine.
    What you see is a gallant masquerade.


    ©sha_yad

  • london_sky 73w

    Mountain Of Mirrors

    For once I thought a new life was beginning, when in reality it was just my head spinning.

    All these games I am being forced to play, all the words I was not able to say.
    Proves, I was, and am never okay.

    All these lies I was given, all these chances I have misgiven.

    How does one fumble around in the dark to find themselves?

    How can I follow that voice?
    How can I go to the unknown place it is leading me to in this storm?
    How can I give everything without doing anyone harm?
    In the end I find myself standing before a mountain of mirrors.
    I give myself one last look before cutting my skin with each, and every falling shard trying to climb.
    When I finally reach the top I am met with scars, tears, and fears.

    I wanted to fly but instead was met with a mountain of lies.
    My own face looks back at me through the sky of rivers.
    I try to escape but end up falling into a miserable pace.
    The hours and hours of making myself numb as the inside of my soul is not ready to succumb.

    How could things end this way?
    I don't want to fall but the voice has driven me to the point of leaving it all.
    Please forgive me as I follow the call.
    Please forgive me as I let go of this all.
    Hear me as I scream at the top of my lungs on this mountain.
    Please.
    Find me.
    ©london_sky

  • loveherless 74w

    A Masquerade

    Steal me away, I'd often thought. To somewhere where these faces don't matter, where the music never stops. To ballrooms aloud with symphonies, paper faces hiding the visure of the attendees. I want to dance to the cries of violins, not caring about the home I've left to memory. All that matters is tonight, where I am who I am not, and I am not who I am.
    ©loveherless

  • london_sky 79w

    Price of Perfection

    The price of Perfection is one's own Sanity.
    ©london_sky

  • abhishekkamble 79w

    @writersnetwork @writerstolli @asteroidea @aana_valentina
    #city #ballad #shortstory #poeticstory #shortpoem #romantic #love #loneliness #masquerade
    #spanish #french #paris

    Image credit to the rightful owner

    The cliff is not as edgy until you slip ,
    Does the city ever talked about how it sleeps.
    And the nightmares it bleeds at the nightfall?
    Isn't every dream an impersonator,
    Of a happier character who never bawled?
    You will be searched along the river's path,
    After the life, in the aftermath.
    And be judged on ,did you drown in the ocean?
    Or whether you were solemn in your devotion
    Even an evening is musing,
    About a man who never dwells ,
    In a stranger folk , but he goes wandering,
    About the unfamiliar faces in the travel,
    Looking for a story less ravelled.
    Till , he himself wonders over a familiar sight,
    In a city dripping paints of black and white,
    If you haven't found one,
    Stay in that masquerade party,
    For a city is a ballad for someone,
    Who adores the arrival of an unknown, being hearty
    @abhishekkamble

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    City is a ballad

    @abhishekkamble

  • wowiee 106w

    FALSE SHOW

    Her heart was made of glass.

    Her soul was as hollow as a tombstone in the graveyard.

    Her eyes has wept a thousand tears.

    Yet despite all the hurt, she still managed to turn her lips into a smile.

    ©wowiee
    10/6/19

  • ___dr_soham_mitra___ 108w

    Masquerade

    In a hyper stimulated world, we tend to exhaust every external means of happiness from the amphora of life.
    We look for it in people, relationships, social status, affluence and all kinds of transient frivolities to pacify our need to feel validated.
    We will search for it everywhere; everywhere, except within ourselves...
    Perhaps, because we are truly afraid of what lies beneath the masks we wear.
    ©___dr_soham_mitra___