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Tragic
You are a tragic hero
Painted by society to
Deliver bottled hope
In the form of interviews
And manufactured speeches
Never really letting
Anyone know the human
Behind the golden mask
We will all mourn When you are gone
From our fleeting lives But not for too long
It is oh so tragic
That you are replaceable
It is oh so tragic
That you think you are one in a million
It is oh so tragic
When
You
Fall
Off
Your
Pedestal.
In A Fog
I am living my life in a fog
Of sadness and misery
Turning the world grey.
I am living my life in a fog
Of loneliness and isolation,
Unsure of who is still there.
I am living my life in a fog
Of consuming emptiness,
Eating me from the inside.
I am living my life in a fog,
Not quite truly feeling anything
Slowly losing my humanity.
Peace
Peace is realizing I am flawed beyond belief,
Realizing that these flaws help to make me,
No matter how much they seem to hurt.
Peace is finding an inner acceptance with myself,
Knowing that there are things I can never change
And changing what I can in the time I have now.
Peace is standing for what is right no matter
How much it alienates you from others, because
There is nothing is worse than standing silent.
Peace is not the absence of darkness in the light
It is the light shining in the darkest of times
Making you twice as strong as you were before.
Don’t wait. Writers are the only artists I know of who expect to get somewhere by waiting. Everyone knows you have to dance to be a dancer, you have to sing to be a singer, you have to act to be an actor, but far too many people seem to believe that you. don’t have to write to be a writer. So, instead of writing, they wait. Isaac Asimov said it beautifully in just six words: “It’s the writing that teaches you.” Writing is what teaches you. Writing is what leads to “inspiration.” Writing is what generates ideas. Nothing else-and nothing less. Don’t meditate, don’t do yoga, don’t do drugs. Just write.
DANIEL QUINN (via booksandpublishing)
REBLOGGING TIMES TEN!
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Barbie
From a young age, she was taught
A plastic doll was the ideal form,
An unattainable beauty to strive for
Or she would never get anywhere.
For years, she struggled with the idea
That she could never become this,
And she fought with the demons who
Tried to convince her that she was a failure.
One day, she realized she was beautiful,
The way she already looked in the mirror.
She didn’t have to be the child hood plastic doll;
She only had to be the best version of herself.
Android Daydream
Androids daydream of electric skies
Painted blue in rubber coated wires and
Clouds made of evolving information
Androids daydream of existence
Trying to understand their creator
And their difference from her
Androids daydream of humanity
Envious of feeling something more
But appalled by their destruction
Androids daydream of feelings
Wondering if they could ever feel
Or if it is just another part of the design
Androids daydream of becoming human
Having real skin and real emotions instead
Of being ostracized for their mechanical heart
Mystery
She never makes any sense to him
And her mystery drives him mad
The Mad Man can’t figure her out
There isn’t anything to figure out
He wonders how a girl like her
Could be such a challenge to a man
No, to a creature so old, like him
Who has seen the beginning to the end
He wishes he could fit the pieces together
But he is still missing some of her pieces
Her mystery infuriates a madman like him
And all he can hear repeating in his head is
“Run you clever boy and remember.”
Anxiety
Anxiety is the invisible monster
Following my every single step
Treating the outside world as a
Series of disasters out to get me
She whispers in both of my ears,
Reminding me of everything I have to fear
The pain, relationships, school, work
The world is such a scary place to be
She keeps me awake with growling at night,
Lurking beneath my bed, uncomfortable noticed
We think of my future and mistakes of I’ve made
No stone is left unturned when we are together
She
She simply makes me want to tear my hair out
At the sound of her nasally cold voice in my ear,
Signifying her anxiety at every little insignificant thing.
She makes me want to scream like an animal
At her pathetic, listless demeanor suggesting,
That she is already dead to all on the inside.
She makes me want to beat down the walls
At her guarded language with others, believing
It’s better to keep everyone out than the potential pain.
She makes me want to shatter the mirror into pieces
At the sight of her eyes staring back into mine,
Knowing the monsters get the better of us both.
What you want is practice, practice, practice. It doesn’t matter what we write (at least this is my view) at our age, so long as we write continually as well as we can. I feel that every time I write a page either of prose or of verse, with real effort, even if it’s thrown into the fire the next minute, I am so much further on.
C.S. Lewis (via ilovereadingandwriting)
Push Them Away
Push them away with sarcastic insults
Designed to hit where they are weakest
Push them away with walls too high
Ones that they cannot break through
Push them away with a distant demeanor
Cutting yourself off, edging them out
Push them away by sharing nothing
No one would care enough anyway
After all, who wants to hear about
The monsters and demons you are facing
The Mirror Lied Game Review
Game: The Mirror Lied
Rating: 4 out of 5
Length: About 20-30 minutes
Genre: Abstract and Interpretation
Download: http://freebirdgames.com/games/the-mirror-lied/
The Mirror Lied is quite the interesting game to say in the least. The Mirror Lied is an Indie Game created by Free Bird Games, who made To The Moon, and is designed to be a pixelated game. The game can be played on the PC and it takes only a few seconds to download for free which is easy on the wallet. The game, at first glance, seems to be nothing out of the ordinary. However, the game soon builds up an air of apocalyptic tension and proves to be something more than you would originally think.
The Mirror Lied has a really odd storyline to say the least. The gamer plays as the main character who is called Leah. Leah is a faceless girl, left alone in the large house with no way out. There are only two other characters in the game and for the most part, the gamer does not interact with them. Rather, the storyline relies on the gamer following a trail of clues to see if they can piece together the mystery that is unfolding in front of them. The gamer is often left in the dark, despite searching for clues which only adds to the air of tension. However, the Mirror Lied does an excellent job of piquing the gamer’s interest and leading them on a journey that will leave them long thinking after the ending.
The game play is rather simple. The controls are easy to understand and the gamer will grasp them within a matter of seconds. Out of the pixelated games I have played, The Mirror Lied has one of the better graphics. Keep in mind, this is a pixelated game so the graphics are not to be compared to high definition games. The layout of the house the gamer is in is very simple to understand the gamer can have it memorized within a matter of minutes. The hardest part of the game is finding the clues since the gamer has to search every nook and cranny. The game, while being simple, is designed to make the player think without giving them too many details and draw their own conclusions.
I really enjoyed The Mirror Lied even though it is such a short game, but it deserves a four out of five stars. I liked the storyline of the game and the fact that it purposely made the gamer think and interpret things in their own manner. However, I wish the game was longer and they had a more developed storyline. I think they could have gone into more detail and still retain the abstract nature of the game. Freebird Games sets up such a great storyline that really could have gone into something. While I liked that it left me thinking about the game long after I was done, I really wanted to know what happened and what was going on in Leah’s world. If you search the internet, you can find several theories on the internet, mostly apocalyptic in nature.
Overall, I would recommend The Mirror Lied to anyone who had a half hour to kill and wanted to play games on their computer. I had a good time and I think a lot of people will enjoy the bare bones plot of the game. The Mirror Lied is a really thought-provoking game that has this sort of quirky charm to it. If you played The Mirror Lied let me know what you think done in the comments.
Anyway, let me know how I did for my first game review. Do you guys have a preference on what game I should review next? I played Mad Father and Misao; I want to do a review for both. Let me know done in the comments. Also, feel free to recommend games. I will try to play the ones I can.
Coffee Shop Romance
Another rainy day at the perfect little coffee shop
Decorated in knick-knacks and odd paintings
She sits, staring at the tea in front of her
Feeling hopelessly lost and unloved by another
She wonders if she would ever find some love
Maybe they would meet in a little shop like this
Their eyes would glance and catch one another
She would smile shyly and he would come over
They would talk and she would get his number
They would go on some dates, but they would come
Back to this little shop, the first place they meet
Maybe those few dates would turn into something more
And that something more would turn into a life together
And that life together would bring them much joy
Children, a house, pets, together forever till the end
She sighs to herself once more, staring into her tea
Why does she create these empty coffee shop romances
Things that are never destined to happen to a girl like her
She glances up and a handsome young man catches her eye
The House |Prologue|
“Thank you for doing this, Alex. I really couldn’t have done this without you.” Anna said, with a small smile towards her good friend as she placed the box on the kitchen counter.
Alex stood up from one of the cardboard boxes on the floor near the kitchen counter and turned towards her friend with a small yet tense smirk. “No problem. I could not let you move into the creepiest place on Earth with a little help, Anna.”
Anna rolled her eyes at her friend and said, “Are you sure you don’t want to move in with me? Besides, this house is bigger than the cubicle you call an apartment.” Alex rolled her eyes at Anna. She could think of nothing worse than living in the eerie house.
“Hey! My apartment might be small, but at least, it doesn’t make me feel like I am on the set of a horror movie. That is almost as good as your idea for us to write a book together.” Alex replied in a sarcastic manner, leaning her elbows on the counter.
“We would write a fantastic book together. You need to stop doubting yourself Alex. You are better than you think you are. Anyway, this house just has a bad reputation because of one of the former owners. Nothing bad is going to happen here. You can’t believe in the supernatural. If it makes you feel better, I have salt in the Kitchen and an iron poker in the living room.” Anna said with a slight mischievous smile.
Alex rolled her eyes once more at her friend. She did not think that it was just all the previous owners of the house going missing was the only thing that gave the house a bad reputation. All the neighbors seemed tightlipped about the house which was not helping Anna’s case. They all seemed to think the house was haunted or there was something wrong with it. Alex could not say that she did not particularly disagree with it.
If Alex would have been totally honest with Anna, she would have told her everything she thought about the house. She would have told Anna about her stomach dropping every time she saw the old house. She would have told her about the drop in temperature she had every time she stepped into the house. She would have told Anna about the feeling of despair she got from within the house. She would have told her about the chills that ran up her spine every few seconds as if something was passing by her. She would have told Anna it was not her paranoia acting up. She would have told her about the feeling that Anna would not necessarily be the only one in the house. She would have told Anna about the dark figure she saw in the corner of her vision in the hallway mirror.
Instead of telling her all these things, Alex replied “Whatever.”
-Present Day-
Alex hummed to Mumford and Sons playing on her Ipod. She grabbed the knife from the counter and began to cut the carrot for the soup into tiny pieces. The night was turning out to be a good one and Alex felt she was in one of her better moods. Anna was going to come over for some dinner and they were going to talk about what Anna was not telling Alex. She felt terrible for pressuring her friend, but she could not help the sinking feeling she got every time her friend mentioned the house.
Her phone began to vibrate from behind her and Alex placed down the knife. She paused her Ipod and grabbed her phone. She smiled at the sight of Anna’s photo and picked up. “Hey Anna, How is it going? I think I might be actually making edible food this time.” Alex said with a slight chuckle.
“Alex, I don’t have much time! You need to help me!” Anna replied urgently. Alex gripped her phone tighter, feeling a dark atmosphere taking over. She furrowed her brows and took a sharp breath.
“He’s coming for me, Alex. You have to help me! You are the only one who can do this! I can’t trust anyone else!” Anna cried into the phone.
“Anna, it will be okay! I will call the police! They can take care of this better than I could!” Alex replied ready to hang up the phone and call the police.
“No! Alex, you can’t! They won’t be able to do anything! You are the only one who can do anything! I know you can do it! NNNOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!” the phone clicked off and Alex shook like a leaf, unsure of what to do in the next few seconds. Her friend had been taken by something, but what? She was relying on Alex for help and Alex knew what to do. Alex was going to save her friend like Anna had always saved her.
Author’s Note: Let me know what you think! I know things are not making sense right now, but as the chapters go on, things will make sense! Remember to read the character profiles to get a sense of the characters. Also, I don’t know how long this is going to be so it might be a bit of an adventure.
The House Characters
Character 1
Name: Alexandra “Alex” McKenna Hunter
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Occupation: Journalist
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Skin: Fair with light freckles
Height: 5’8
Style: Rebel with a dash of functionality and comfort
Other: Alex has a small scar on her knee from an accident as a child.
Personality: Alex is a spitfire to put it simply. She has fierce nature about her and can be incredibly snarky and sarcastic with people. Alex tends to be stubborn, making a mule seem like a pushover. Alex has a tendency to be blunt with people as she believes that honesty is the best policy and will often refuse to censor her honesty, getting her in trouble with most. Alex is extremely curious and tends to go after a story even if it means placing everything on the line. Once, she catches the scent of something that piques her curiosity, Alex will not let go. Alex often doubts herself, believing she is weaker than she actually is. Alex tends to be more insecure and not confident of herself. She is protective of her friends and can get overprotective of them, when she feels they are in danger. Alex is often loyal to her friends, standing by their side through thick and thin. She tends to be logical about most things, but she still has a bit of an imagination that tends to overact when she is anxious about things. Alex can be a bit paranoid at times, seeing the worst in every situation. Alex is cautious with people; she does not trust people easily and her trust is nearly impossible to regain once it has been lost. She can be bossy about things, believing her way is often the right way. Alex will back down if she is proven to be wrong logically. She can be argumentative with people, pissing them off if she believes them to be stupid. Alex tends to be intimidating when people first meet her as she comes off cold and cautious.
Theme Song: Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hello’s
Character 2
Name: Joanna “Anna” Ellen Foster
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Occupation: Historian/Writer
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Black
Skin: Dark
Height: 6’0
Style: Bohemian with eccentric quirks and girly accents.
Other: She has a small tattoo on her wrist of a sparrow, symbolizing her goals to live her life to the fullest and always be happy.
Personality: Anna is a kind person and people are often attracted to her for this reason. She has an easygoing nature that often calms others and Anna tends to connect with others easily. Anna has a reliable quality about her that helps to keep others on the ground. People find it easy to trust Anna and Anna does her best not to let them down. She often feels guilty and can be critical of herself when she feels she has let someone down. Anna is quiet in the sense that she does not speak unless she feels the need to contribute something. She can be extremely outspoken if she feels someone is committing an injustice. Anna tends to be open-minded and she is often accepting of others. Anna tends to be passionate about the things she loves and she has a noble air about her. She can be very empathetic with people and tends to connect with others on a deep emotional level. Anna can be a bit of a dreamer with her wild imagination, but she does have a realistic intelligence about her. Anna can be a bit of a pushover at times, tending to allow others to push her into doing things she might not want to do. She is very naïve at times, believing that people are inherently good and choosing to see the best in them. Anna tends to trust easily and often gets hurt by this. She has a very forgiving nature, choosing to believe that people all deserve second chances. Anna can be more forgiving than she should be. It is nearly impossible for her to hold any grudges at all.
Theme Song: Kaleidoscope Heart By Sara Bareilles
Other Characters will be added at later times.
