There they were, staring at her. The fur of the bee costume stuck out at odd angles and clung to her hair. She found herself blushing despite herself as she bit her lower lip and twisted her fingers together.
Amberlynne
I have been thinking of what to wear since probably about may, finally decided on being a garden hoe for halloween. I think it will be a funny yet cute costume for this year. : ) I wanted something to show i had a sense of humor.
katharine Mcclellan
I chased you through the corn maze
beside the ferris wheel
with kids pulling each other sideways
to do the dirty deal;
we’d put upon our costumes
and run from house to house
using nom de plumes
we’d seek those people out
and when they were less wary
and opened their doors to greet
we’d suddenly become scary
and yell out ‘trick or treat!’
A smile is often the best costume. It is. Better than a mask. Better than a pair of glasses. It conceals who I truly am. It hides me from the world. All the scars, all the bruises, all the pain. Yes, a smile is the best costume anyone can wear. A smile. Trick or treat!
my costume is a big one. I like it to be warm. When I take it off I hope a woman’ in the room.
zack
We were spies. We wore trenchcoats and hats and sunglasses and carried candy in our briefcases. When cars passed us on our street between doorsteps, we ducked down behind our black umbrellas until they passed by.
“No. Absolutely not. I am not going anywhere in that getup.” Conrad crossed his arms and turned pointedly away from the outfit that Hanna was holding out. There’s was absolutely no way he was wearing that. No one could pay him to wear that. Hanna was out of his fucking mind.
halloween
fancy
fun
pretty
scary
make up
wigs
dress rehersal
musicals
plays
theater
anastasia
I remeber kissing in the costume room. Embedded in musty smelling robes and suites, you pushed harder against my lips, as if trying to wear me like you wore the gladiator armor you were trying on– just for fun. I would have smiled behind those lips, but they were too busy trying to keep you at bay, concentrating too hard on not falling deeper into the piles of clothes that belonged to no one.
I put on my costume
and go on the stage.
I look at myself
in a mirror
and laugh myself away;
I’m in daze.
Searching for the things
I should do,
the moments
I need to grasp onto.
Raindrops acting as parachutes
when I’m falling out of the sky,
confused and wondering why
the day goes by.
I want it to stop
like screeching tires
on glistening pavement
at 4 in the morning
on a Saturday.
Stopping, not waiting for me
to catch another day.
“Why are you hiding behind a mask? I thought you were supposed to be able to trust the ones closest to you. I guess I was wrong.” I turned to leave and only got a few steps when I stopped. “You are.” I thought he was going to apologize so I turned slightly, only to be disappointed. I turned without another look and left fury behind.
He slipped into his newest costume. No one would suspect a priest of wrong doings, but wrong doings is what he was here for. Someone behind a mask was about to die.
There is always someone at a Halloween party with a freakishly elaborate costume. The one they must have spent hundreds of dollars on, and that puts your hand-made costume to shame. Those people are always the most annoying person at the party.
I didn’t have much time to prepare, so I just tossed on a black button-down shirt and made some horns out of ice cream cones. I painted them red, and attached a tail to my lower back. The devil had arrived.
the costume hides me. i can be someone else. but it is only then i realize, i only like one costume, my own.
santiago
Boxed in the attic are the disguises we once more to entertain ourselves as we aged. We don’t need them now. Our costumes are built in.
Nancy O'Neill
“Why did they ask us to rent these chicken costumes?” Edna asked Horace as they walked toward the manor for dinner party, their tails fluffing behind them. As the chauffeur pulled the limousine away, they realized they were on the side of the house, not the front door. The servants then ushered them in, through the side entrance, into the sound-proofed room next to the kitchen …
I can’t wait for Halloween!- My best friend says.
I can’t either! Who are we going to dress up as?- I ask.
Maybe we can dress up as vampires!-
No, that’s too unoriginal.-
What fun to take on the identity of another
To dress as a hooker, a puppy, a mother
But what to be, what to be, what to be?
Why, anything other than me, of course! Anything other than me
halloween is coming up and i dont know what im going to wear. i might be going to this party in nyc with my aunt, but i’m not sure. she’s dressing up as prince. maybe i could do mj? i was thinking dorothy dandridge too, her as carmen jones. hm. we’ll see. i might end up just going to jax and hanging out with my friends.
Carmen
i wish the feathers were red, it was her only comment on it, she shuffled her feet in her heels and took another drag of her cigg. she really pissed me off sometimes, clairece did.
She knows it’s all an act, but that doesn’t make it any less sexy. The glitter and mascara and the crazy outfits with leather and lace and color. A whirlwind of sound, how he makes every word and movement seem impossibly lewd. Sometimes he’s gay, other times he’s straight, and it’s all for the show. People wonder, and they never really know.
Neither does she, and she doesn’t care. Who he truly is is a mystery.
Everyone wears a costume. Sure it may not be as extravagant as the ones on tv, or on stage. Sometimes it’s make up or a smile. What’s your costume?
TLW
something that you wear to cover who you really are. can be anything that isn’t yourself, animal or otherwise. often is fun, can be funny, has to be something you like. gotta like it to rock it. i wanna be katy perry.
Gill
Every night I dig through my closet, searching and searching through my costumes – desperately trying to find my own skin. I know I’m in there somewhere. Why can’t I find me?
whitwig
My mascara started to smear as my eyes started tearing up. He was really gone, forever. He was never coming back. Wiping the black from my eyes with my dress, I went up to the casket, knowing that I would only tear up more.
Kristin
She laughed and tugged at my costume, causing my cheeks to turn an even deeper shade of scarlet. Suddenly I felt very foolish standing there clad in the bright, childish fabric of my strange attire, but Jenn’s teasing was gently teasing, if a bit more mocking than I would have normally preferred. My shoulders tensed and my limbs stiffened; she seemed to notice this, for her lopsided smile stretched even wider.
Veronica Carlisle
the many costumes i own are worn daily. they include a mask and voice and a story. all together is a person i no longer know. i am no longer a part of.
renata
Costumes for your soul. Be anyone with a simple change of clothes. Hide my soul beneath sequins
She dressed up every morning and went off to school, but really, her t-shirt and jeans were the costume. At night she pulled on her trench coat and hid a blade up her sleeve. Not the most elegant superhero, but the most effective to be sure.
adorable thing you can disguise yourself with. i like them because people don’t see the real you and wish i could wear one all the time. i always admire people in costumes. i think we should all be required to wear a costume at least once a week, and people would be more friendly then. i think i would like to wear a superhero costume, like Xena, warrior princess, and sometimes when i wear bracelets i like to pretend to myself that they are my power bracelets. people who wear costumes are more self assured and can laugh at themselves, which is a good quality to have, the ability to laugh at one’s self. i can visualize what costume every person should wear when i see them, because i think we all house a secret identity within.
Loralei
Tugging at the hem of my dress before curtain. That moment where the opening music swells and with it come the feeling of fullness, the pressing energy of a packed house, hot sparks skipping to my finger tips. Not nerves– vitality. Curtain up. Break a leg.
Paige G.
She wears a pair of shoes that belonged to her grandfather because they make her look important. But she’s not important. And she’ll never fit them. They just adorn her like costume jewelry.
Olivia
I wore one once, with Kelley. Actually several. They are beautiful. I want to wear more, but I can’t. My other two majors won’t let me. I am also an art major. I love costumes. I wore them in high school, to school. Risky, huh? Halloween is coming soon. What should I be? No idea, man, no idea.
Holly
I don’t know what I want to be for Halloween this year. My boyfriend has this elaborate plan for us to dress up as characters from our favorite TV show, but i’m not as into it as he is. Anything for him, though, eh?
dirty costume, frozen costume, still it stays on me, dawn the colour of its fabric, ray the fabric of its wit.
ΣΚΑΣ
Costumes have a way of exposing our alter egos or entertaining us with the enjoyment of role playing. When I put on my angel wings….I do feel heavenly. : )
This year for Halloween, I don’t know what I want to dress up as. My boyfriend has this whole plan for us to be characters from our favorite TV show, but I’m not that into it. But anything for him, eh?
There they were, staring at her. The fur of the bee costume stuck out at odd angles and clung to her hair. She found herself blushing despite herself as she bit her lower lip and twisted her fingers together.
I have been thinking of what to wear since probably about may, finally decided on being a garden hoe for halloween. I think it will be a funny yet cute costume for this year. : ) I wanted something to show i had a sense of humor.
I chased you through the corn maze
beside the ferris wheel
with kids pulling each other sideways
to do the dirty deal;
we’d put upon our costumes
and run from house to house
using nom de plumes
we’d seek those people out
and when they were less wary
and opened their doors to greet
we’d suddenly become scary
and yell out ‘trick or treat!’
A smile is often the best costume. It is. Better than a mask. Better than a pair of glasses. It conceals who I truly am. It hides me from the world. All the scars, all the bruises, all the pain. Yes, a smile is the best costume anyone can wear. A smile. Trick or treat!
my costume is a big one. I like it to be warm. When I take it off I hope a woman’ in the room.
We were spies. We wore trenchcoats and hats and sunglasses and carried candy in our briefcases. When cars passed us on our street between doorsteps, we ducked down behind our black umbrellas until they passed by.
“No. Absolutely not. I am not going anywhere in that getup.” Conrad crossed his arms and turned pointedly away from the outfit that Hanna was holding out. There’s was absolutely no way he was wearing that. No one could pay him to wear that. Hanna was out of his fucking mind.
halloween
fancy
fun
pretty
scary
make up
wigs
dress rehersal
musicals
plays
theater
I remeber kissing in the costume room. Embedded in musty smelling robes and suites, you pushed harder against my lips, as if trying to wear me like you wore the gladiator armor you were trying on– just for fun. I would have smiled behind those lips, but they were too busy trying to keep you at bay, concentrating too hard on not falling deeper into the piles of clothes that belonged to no one.
I put on my costume
and go on the stage.
I look at myself
in a mirror
and laugh myself away;
I’m in daze.
Searching for the things
I should do,
the moments
I need to grasp onto.
Raindrops acting as parachutes
when I’m falling out of the sky,
confused and wondering why
the day goes by.
I want it to stop
like screeching tires
on glistening pavement
at 4 in the morning
on a Saturday.
Stopping, not waiting for me
to catch another day.
“Why are you hiding behind a mask? I thought you were supposed to be able to trust the ones closest to you. I guess I was wrong.” I turned to leave and only got a few steps when I stopped. “You are.” I thought he was going to apologize so I turned slightly, only to be disappointed. I turned without another look and left fury behind.
He slipped into his newest costume. No one would suspect a priest of wrong doings, but wrong doings is what he was here for. Someone behind a mask was about to die.
a cat is my costume for halloween {:
There is always someone at a Halloween party with a freakishly elaborate costume. The one they must have spent hundreds of dollars on, and that puts your hand-made costume to shame. Those people are always the most annoying person at the party.
I didn’t have much time to prepare, so I just tossed on a black button-down shirt and made some horns out of ice cream cones. I painted them red, and attached a tail to my lower back. The devil had arrived.
the costume hides me. i can be someone else. but it is only then i realize, i only like one costume, my own.
Boxed in the attic are the disguises we once more to entertain ourselves as we aged. We don’t need them now. Our costumes are built in.
“Why did they ask us to rent these chicken costumes?” Edna asked Horace as they walked toward the manor for dinner party, their tails fluffing behind them. As the chauffeur pulled the limousine away, they realized they were on the side of the house, not the front door. The servants then ushered them in, through the side entrance, into the sound-proofed room next to the kitchen …
I can’t wait for Halloween!- My best friend says.
I can’t either! Who are we going to dress up as?- I ask.
Maybe we can dress up as vampires!-
No, that’s too unoriginal.-
What fun to take on the identity of another
To dress as a hooker, a puppy, a mother
But what to be, what to be, what to be?
Why, anything other than me, of course! Anything other than me
halloween is coming up and i dont know what im going to wear. i might be going to this party in nyc with my aunt, but i’m not sure. she’s dressing up as prince. maybe i could do mj? i was thinking dorothy dandridge too, her as carmen jones. hm. we’ll see. i might end up just going to jax and hanging out with my friends.
i wish the feathers were red, it was her only comment on it, she shuffled her feet in her heels and took another drag of her cigg. she really pissed me off sometimes, clairece did.
She knows it’s all an act, but that doesn’t make it any less sexy. The glitter and mascara and the crazy outfits with leather and lace and color. A whirlwind of sound, how he makes every word and movement seem impossibly lewd. Sometimes he’s gay, other times he’s straight, and it’s all for the show. People wonder, and they never really know.
Neither does she, and she doesn’t care. Who he truly is is a mystery.
Everyone wears a costume. Sure it may not be as extravagant as the ones on tv, or on stage. Sometimes it’s make up or a smile. What’s your costume?
something that you wear to cover who you really are. can be anything that isn’t yourself, animal or otherwise. often is fun, can be funny, has to be something you like. gotta like it to rock it. i wanna be katy perry.
Every night I dig through my closet, searching and searching through my costumes – desperately trying to find my own skin. I know I’m in there somewhere. Why can’t I find me?
My mascara started to smear as my eyes started tearing up. He was really gone, forever. He was never coming back. Wiping the black from my eyes with my dress, I went up to the casket, knowing that I would only tear up more.
She laughed and tugged at my costume, causing my cheeks to turn an even deeper shade of scarlet. Suddenly I felt very foolish standing there clad in the bright, childish fabric of my strange attire, but Jenn’s teasing was gently teasing, if a bit more mocking than I would have normally preferred. My shoulders tensed and my limbs stiffened; she seemed to notice this, for her lopsided smile stretched even wider.
the many costumes i own are worn daily. they include a mask and voice and a story. all together is a person i no longer know. i am no longer a part of.
Costumes for your soul. Be anyone with a simple change of clothes. Hide my soul beneath sequins
She dressed up every morning and went off to school, but really, her t-shirt and jeans were the costume. At night she pulled on her trench coat and hid a blade up her sleeve. Not the most elegant superhero, but the most effective to be sure.
adorable thing you can disguise yourself with. i like them because people don’t see the real you and wish i could wear one all the time. i always admire people in costumes. i think we should all be required to wear a costume at least once a week, and people would be more friendly then. i think i would like to wear a superhero costume, like Xena, warrior princess, and sometimes when i wear bracelets i like to pretend to myself that they are my power bracelets. people who wear costumes are more self assured and can laugh at themselves, which is a good quality to have, the ability to laugh at one’s self. i can visualize what costume every person should wear when i see them, because i think we all house a secret identity within.
Tugging at the hem of my dress before curtain. That moment where the opening music swells and with it come the feeling of fullness, the pressing energy of a packed house, hot sparks skipping to my finger tips. Not nerves– vitality. Curtain up. Break a leg.
She wears a pair of shoes that belonged to her grandfather because they make her look important. But she’s not important. And she’ll never fit them. They just adorn her like costume jewelry.
I wore one once, with Kelley. Actually several. They are beautiful. I want to wear more, but I can’t. My other two majors won’t let me. I am also an art major. I love costumes. I wore them in high school, to school. Risky, huh? Halloween is coming soon. What should I be? No idea, man, no idea.
I don’t know what I want to be for Halloween this year. My boyfriend has this elaborate plan for us to dress up as characters from our favorite TV show, but i’m not as into it as he is. Anything for him, though, eh?
dirty costume, frozen costume, still it stays on me, dawn the colour of its fabric, ray the fabric of its wit.
Costumes have a way of exposing our alter egos or entertaining us with the enjoyment of role playing. When I put on my angel wings….I do feel heavenly. : )
It’s that time of year again. Break out the masks, don your veils, plaster on that makeup, and most importantly don’t forget the candy.
This year for Halloween, I don’t know what I want to dress up as. My boyfriend has this whole plan for us to be characters from our favorite TV show, but I’m not that into it. But anything for him, eh?