Has love loss it romance?

In the age of Netflix and chill

Romantics are dying

No longer do people fall in love

It hook up and get out

Smash and pass

the process of love becoming a thing of the past

How do we save the love in our generation?

I have perfected the craft

Of painting my skin to become

The flawless mask that people see

And hide what’s truly within

I have perfected the skill

Of become a chameleon

And change my skin to match

The problematic environment that I live in

Master of disguise

I start to loose who I truly am on the inside

Since I twisted and shift who I am so many time

Taught as a child not to draw attention to one self

Fading into the background became second nature

Automatically done without a single word  

I faded so well that the disguise became my true nature

My mask is my face

My face is my mask

My mask is my face

My prison is my mask that is permanently etched to my face

Manicured words are the jailers that hold the key to unlock my prison

But my lips, the wardens, are not financed by my tongue or my brain

Who is in cahoots with my inner-self

They are in contract with puppet master who pull my strings

It is they who authorize the word that get to see the light beyond my prison mask

I was sentenced to a lifetime of perfection

To live eternity as a slaved puppet

In the life that someone else has written

Soon enough my limbs will be made to act without my consent

What is happiness?

This thing that is so desired but fleeting.

I am in search of this mysterious thing that is called happines.

They say children can find it in the simplest things,

but past a certain age it seems to vanish.

Its shawdow created by money and fools the wealthy.

An elusive mistress it is. She is slippery, here one second and could be gone the next.

How does one catch and keep happienss?

Is it through success or love?

If you know can you tell me your secret.

The night was young, and Carol patrolled the streets like the men in blue. The rings on her hand once a symbol of love and commitment now stood for imprisonment. Unable to break away due to the choking fear of not surviving on her own outside her prison. Her marriage was her cage and her husband, Sean was her warden. Her only sanctuary was the quiet moments she had to herself walking the neon-lit streets of New York City as she looked for her next job. In those time she’d pretend to be one of those twenty-something-year-old girls that had not a care in the world, someone who knew not the harsh reality of life. The night grew cold and the cropped fur coat that displayed her merchandise did not provide any warmth in the cool night. Carol’s thought of traveling abroad to the tropical islands she used to keep her warm was interrupted by the sound of a gruff voice. “How much for night babe?” Carol truly hated that she sold her body to filthy pigs like the man who hung out of his driver side window asking for her services. This is not what she envisioned her life to be after marrying the love of her life, Sean. Sighing she walked up to the man’s door and leaned over displaying her assets as he watches her every move just like a tiger watching its prey. “It’s three hundred to take me home with you and I’ll do anything your heart desire honey.” She smiled batting he lashes at him hoping he would go for the price. If she could get three hundred out of him she would make her goal, which would make her husband happy and not explode with rage for once. The man didn’t even blink before answering. “Let’s get out of here.” Walking around the car Caroled smiled a genuine smile for the first time in years. She knew that for once she would not wake up covered in black and blue.

Choose a book or film that you have recently enjoyed, or select a story from mythology. Identify the core desire, need, or ambition in at least two main characters in the book/film/myth. Write one paragraph to familiarize your reader with this context. Then, create a new character based solely on your idea (not on anybody you know from the real or fictional worlds). Make the reader know them. Place them in a social situation with your pre-selected character where they have to exchange conversation related to the identified desire/need/ambition with one or more of the characters in the book or film. Be sure to include telling details. Craft the scene for your reader, using a maximum of 400 words (the introductory paragraph does not count in this word limit, but keep it brief).

***Respond to following question and include your response in your assignment submission. Additionally, take into consideration your peers' response to the following question while completing peer reviews of their work.

What is one aspect of your writing that you would like feedback on?

Review criteria

Story chosen: Davy Jones and Calypso.

Core desire: To hurt the person that hurt them.

The story is about a sailor who fell in love with the sea goddess. Both loved each other but they ended up hurting each other cause both lovers to seek vengeance on one another. Davy Jones felt betrayed by Calypso because after pledging to sail the seas for eternity and only set foot on dry land once every ten years, she did not meet to be with him. As a result, he sought revenge and imprisoned calypso in her mortal body. Once freed a betrayed and hurt calypso caused a raging storm on the sea where Davy Jones lost his life, but even though hurt they still loved each other, as such he was welcomed back to the sea after death.

The story of the tragic love was told and listen not only across the sea but to a few land lovers.

“They say that their love ran as deep as the seven seas under the goddess’s domain.” An old sailor told the story to a group of sailors in a pub. Among them was a young red hair girl, Sarah Jones. The younger sister of Davy Jones. Like her older brother she too was a sea lover and she long to sail its waves just like her brother. Her green eyes sparkled when the old man recited the story. Listening she fantasized what it would be like to not only live her dream of being on the sea but to find a love as deep.

“Such a love could only lead to the lover’s demise. Because their love was so deep the betrayal of that love hurt just as deep. So much so the sailor cut out his own heart. The sailor became cold and ruthless. In the end Davy Jones lost his life to his love, Calypso.”

“What did you just say?” Sarah interrupted the man’s tale. She was shocked to hear the name of the sailor. “Did you say Davy Jones is dead?!”

“Yea, I sure did. The fool lost his soul to the sea.”

With that Sarah walk out of the pub. She made her way across town to the docks where the ships were located.

“Ai, lass. Where do you think you are going?” A white beard sailor sitting on a barrel ask Sarah as she stomp down the docks.

“To the heart of the ocean.” She said as she passing him without giving him a small glance.

“What for? To see your lover boy before he is cast off to sea.” White beard said hopping off his barrel and following her.

“No. I am going to set sail as a crew member.”

“Hahahahah. Oh that is hilarious. Now I can tell by your face that you are serious. Well lass I don’t know if you know, but there aren’t that many lasses on the sea and the heart of the ocean is strictly pen… you know what I mean.”

“Well, Mi brother is out at sea and I am going to find him no matter what.” Determination dripped from her tongue as she trudged right up to the ship, the Heart of the ocean.

I have perfected the craft

Of painting my skin to become

The flawless mask that people see

And hide what’s truly within

I have perfected the skill

Of become a chameleon

And change my skin to match

The problematic environment that I live in

Master of disguise

I start to loose who I truly am on the inside

Since I twisted and shift who I am so many time

Taught as a child not to draw attention to oneself

Fading into the background became second nature

Automatically done without a single word

I faded so well that the disguise became my true nature

My mask is my face

My face is my mask

My mask is my face

My prison is my mask that is permanently etched on my face

Manicured words are the jailers that hold the key to unlocking my prison

But my lips, the wardens, are not financed by my tongue or my brain

Who is in cahoots with my inner-self

They are in contract with puppet master who pull my strings

It is they who authorize the word that gets to see the light beyond my prison mask

I was sentenced to a lifetime of perfection

To live eternity as a slaved puppet

In the life that someone else has written

Soon enough my limbs will be made to act without my consent

My world starts to shakes as it begins to crumble away

Dying leaves fall off of my dying trees

This earthquake situation rips apart my standing foundation

My world is left crumpled and bleeding

Stabbed with the cold blade that reality has buried in its chest

Sole inhabitant of this world I look around this chaotic mess

Looking for chance to undo what has been done

Toxic words that have left their lips pollute my air

I’m struggle to breathe, I’m down on my knees

My vision blurs and my words start to slur

I have bruises on my back from the beatings of their world

I look up to the sky with my arms raised high

Waiting for an answer that my world could never supply

Why is this happening to me?

What have I done to receive such cruelty?

Made different that was my crime

So they decided it was my world’s end time

I try to be the same I try to conform

But doing that was slowly killing my soul

And I knew wearing a mask I could never be truly whole

So I let my uniqueness spill from my pores

And that uniqueness became the center of my world’s core

Different and rare I became a threat

Because they knew I was one of God’s gifts, heaven sent

Screamingly they plotted my downfall

Light surrounds my very being

Unbeknown to their seeing

So if my world had to end today

I can truly say

I died being unique and not one of the same