Writing Prompt ~ Dangerous Games

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BEHIND THE MASKBehind The Mask
Behind the mask
My precious lady
I feel you
Behind the mask
Your eyes fixed into mine
The same soul
Behind the mask
Your eternal beauty
Close to me
Behind this mask
I have made with
Your skin.
Frantz, June 2012 :thumb311377804:

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Last Week's Writing Prompt

“Behinda Mask”

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Poetry
Hidden underneath a SmileI look around
I fear the frown
And smile my way through days
May someone ask
How do you feel?
I might not answer real
I'm fine, is the common respons
You know it well
It hasn't changed in months
Hidden underneath a smile
A sad frown whiles
A tear that falls
A traitor is
Wiped away
As soon as it appears :thumb245827097: BEHIND THE MASKBehind The Mask
Behind the mask
My precious lady
I feel you
Behind the mask
Your eyes fixed into mine
The same soul
Behind the mask
Your eternal beauty
Close to me
Behind this mask
I have made with
Your skin.
Frantz, June 2012 Behind a MaskThe face of a wolf
The face of a dog
The face of a cat
Or that of a wild tiger
The mask does not cover the face alone
No, it extends to the shoulders
It covers the arms
Stretches down the legs
Enlarges the hands and feet
It reaches to the tip of a limp sweeping tail
The mask is a body that encloses the individual inside
Covers the human that supports and drives it
Though, while unseen
Eyes forget about the Man
They see the suit
They recoil in disgust.
What they see is not human
A taboo, an act so unnatural
That it earns their scorn
Their frowns
Their biting insults and condemning, beating ridicule
The person ceases to be a human
When they enter the suit
When they adopt a playful persona that had been hidden within them
A character of their making that is wrong because it is an animal
It is forbidden and strange
They become the furry
They become the freak
When all they are
From head to foot
Are people with different imaginations
Each, a perfectly unique human being.
No
Humans cannot wea :thumb310593917: SettlerThe flit of baggage check
On the lowest level of maintenance and
The bottom most rung of sciences ladder;
The beautiful whir and crackle of machinery lost
To monotone bubbles of routine
Amidst the push of nerves and stress
Of moving somewhere else.
The airline employee
Sat behind a computer screen.
The fantastic discoveries of Roentgen
Were lost to the drawl of the 2D splay of
Carry-ons, but the mildest zigzag of interest
Was piqued when within one bag there stared out
A mask.
It was flitting and flat-lined
As the bag was retrieved
By a person in a
Black sweater, facelessly
Walking away.
Steady and leaning towards brisk
In pace, the backpack black over the shoulder
Of the mask's carrier, swaying slightly with the bodily mechanics
Of stride, the person did not stop.
The trip was a standard
Ascent, descent, speckled with clouds
And suns, the backpack rising and falling
On the lap of the window seat.
Outside in a new city, without feeling
Terribly far away, she removed the mask from the b Look DeeperDon't judge him by his reputation,
Don't listen to others' talk.
Have a conversation and get to know him.
Let him take you for a walk.
You see, people these days seem to hide themselves
Behind society's phony masks.
You never really know who people are,
You have to do much more than just ask.
See, now?  Isn't he better than you expected?
So please folks, try not to judge anyone
Before you really get to know them,
Because then, the prize is really won. Behind this MaskYou smile at me
I smile back
But when you turn around
my smile starts to fade
Behind this pain
behind this mask
is someone that you never knew
a girl in pain
Behind this mask
is a girl in pain
No way to cope
but to cry her heart out
Faking the smile
but crying when alone
Behind this mask
Is the girl you will never know Behind A Mask
This man has no face.
The front side of his head
is flat from top to bottom.
When people look at him,
They see no features.
But he sees everyone.
He can see the frightened faces
He can see the people
Avert their eyes.
He can see people divert
Their path to avoid him.
He can hear.
He can hear better than anyone.
He can hear the confusion
That laces all his conversations.
He can hear the voices saying,
"Don't stare."
And he can speak.
He can tell people that he's
a nice person.
He can talk about his
Life to those who don't
Understand him.
He can shout to God
That he is still on this Earth.
This man wanted a face,
He goes to the lumber yard
And picks out a large
Block of wood,
And proceeds to carve out a face.
He puts great thought into
What he should look like.
He gives himself kind eyes,
A big nose,
Wide lips,
And he puts the mask on his face.
Everyone sees the man.
He no longer hears the confusion.
But his kind eyes blind him,
And his wide lips don't carry sound.
So he remains unheard. MasqueradeBehold the music that keeps us moving.
Every breath is a symphony, every step is glory.
Hold onto my shoulder, with my hand on your hip.
Inside of you and the inside of me is all we see,
Nothing can stop the music we hear and feel.
Don't see your face, but I don't need to.
A laugh is what we share, and I love your smile,
Maybe we can see each other again afterwards,
A night to remember in this beautiful masquerade.
Silky black and glittering white, that's all that matters.
Keep behind a mask a little bit longer, before I see who you are. Help MeHere I become jaded,
Mean and cruel.
I try my hardest,
To hold it all in-
Keep a smile.
If everyone is down,
I'll try my hardest-
To be up.
The trouble it brings,
Is bareable-
For a cause I'm passionate about.
But most of the time,
The cause is lost.
Because no one will try,
To reach a comproise.
But don't worry,
My hardest is 200%-
I'll do anything I can.
Before the darkness comes back,
Eventually swallowing me whole. :thumb309543671: The Breaking MaskThe tiles are dusty,
but only she can see.
Her sharp eyes can pick out
the most intricate of flaws.
Every single day,
she prays that those who pass by
cannot see the cracks
from her breaking plaster smile.
Her footsteps make no sound
to her.
All she can hear is the whispers
And she is not included.
Behind her twinkle, her dimple, her laugh
Is a sob so deep
You cannot imagine the sound
It would make should it be let free.
Despite her cold,
Forgive her please,
Love her, all of her!
Isn't that what we all really need?
And don't say you know her
Because how can you,
When not even she herself knows
the girl behind the mask. :thumb311351280:

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Prose
Apple?I awoke with the mystery man trapped in my sub-conscience. Struggling to shake him, I looked around and wiped the sleep from my eyes, finding myself in a dense forest. I don't know how I got wherever I was, but I had to find a way out and back to my master. I'd also like to hunt down that mystery man, but I have no idea who he is or where he could be.
Could he possibly be the man who's in charge of my master? Could he be The Black Prince? Probably not; from all the stories I've heard, The Prince wears a mask that gives him the darkness, and he has never been known to take it off. Now though, it's not so much a mask as it is his own fleshy face... If I ever were to meet The Prince, "it would be an honor and a scare I've never imagined" as my master says.
Heh... My master is not one for breaking regulations, and he's always warning me about The Black Prince, God forbid I should ever run into him. And yet his actions seem rebellious to The Prince, seeming unafraid. From what I've heard, o :thumb311377804: Left "Who are you?"
He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. Somewhere out there was the remains. Burns scarring the earth and ash coating scorched wood hailed from somewhere in a valley. The sun still shone, the creak continued to flow, but the buds that once grew in his heart were long gone.
The boy pulled his hood over his head and trudged on, "just a traveler."
He didn't have the time or energy to feel sad. A smile rarely grazed his lips. He held a stone cold stare, dead to the world.
Perhaps the correct question was, "where are you?"
A soul departed, an empty vessel left to fulfill deeds reflective of a human. They used him however they wanted. They labeled him whatever they needed.
A survivor - no, the survivor. A hero. Yes, he was the one who saved them all, who fought for them, for freedom. Shouldn't it bother him that it was all such a blatant lie?
The boy came to a hill. He looked up, the sun just peeking over it's ridge.
It didn't help. It didn't make

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This week's (June 29th to July 6th) writing prompt is:

“Dangerous Games”

The risk is there, you can't ignore it, but they still call it a game. What have you gotten caught up in?


You can feel free to write about a fiction scenario, mythological characters, etc as long as your submission is original.

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