“Well, well, well,” the familiar voice made his heart jump. “You know, out of all the lies you’ve told me, this was the most pathetic.” The decoy has evidently been unsuccessful…
It was the most ridiculous decoy he has ever employed. “What if this doesn’t work, what if they’re on to me?” Didn’t matter, he had to protect his work, no time to go back, no time to think, just jump into the abyss…
i smile and i laugh and i pretend that im okay and here i am, day after day, a decoy. pretending that im the person i used to be when i am Not Okay but im kind of weirdly okay with that? i dont know who i am anymore or what im trying to accomplish with my life but it has to be something important, or else i wouldn’t be here, right?
She set up the dress, the shoes, and the items to fix her hair. The date was going to be great. The only thing was she couldn’t get her mind off him. The one she lost. This date will be her decoy to get her mind off the real issue; dispair.
it’s all fake. my smile, my sanity? i’m a freaking decoy for who they want me to be. i could send the real me in and they would have no idea who it was. they don’t know anything. sometimes i wish it could be real. but that would be even more fake, really. I don’t know.
I looked at myself in the mirror. This isn’t me. It’s just a shadow of who I used to be. I used to be happy. I used to be more than this. The world changed me, and made me into this bitter thing I see now.. a mere decoy.
I looked at myself in the mirror. This isn’t me. It’s just a shadow of who I used to be. I used to be happy. I used to be more than this. The world changed me, and made me into this bitter thing I see now.. a mere decoy.
a decoy is something that relates to nothing but forever wandering the earth thing frankly whoever thought of this concept may have thought that this was a great way of learning and memorising how to right a wrong or wrong a write.
out popped my decoy with my handy dandy parter blues, you see blues was someone I had met before all this started. We followed the same road and it seemed logical for us to become companions. Little did I know I would rely on him more than anyone else in my life.
His hands clamped around the woman’s wrists. “Who are you, really?” he demanded, eyes narrowed and face close enough to discern a scattering of freckles along the bridge of her nose. The real Marie certainly didn’t have any freckles.
Instead of looking afraid like any sane person would in her position, the woman smiled. “I’m a decoy, dear,” she said, condescension glimmering in her voice. “And every moment you waste dallying with me, Marie gets farther and farther away from this city.”
Had I been tricked? Was this artificial happiness reaching an expiration date? I was apprehensive about taking the plunge with this lover. Had he studied my mannerisms, learned of my hopes, dreams, and nuances, simply to abduct my mind and destroying the philosopher within?
Warm smiles bubbled over like a breezy, fragrant spring day, the vibrant blues, yellows, and purples of her floral dress fluttering about her constantly dancing legs. It’s okay. It’s okay.
She wondered if anyone saw past the decoy.
We needed a decoy. It was hard enough just to walk down the street without something to give you cover let alone waltz in over enemy lines. I just wish I wasn’t the one to do it. it’s a hard thing to have to give your life for something, even when you know it’s worth it.
Action heroes use them a lot. A decoy usually saves the day, or helps a lot in some ways. Their job is usually very dangerous and sometimes puts them in more danger than anyone else.
something that you use to avoid something else. Not worthy to use again. Not always dependable but useful. You can live without it. Used a lot in action movies and books.
underneath the wooden turtles
and empty soda bottles
somewhere behind a dusty stained glass window
(pastels, of course)
maybe you will find a bit of truth
or at least a fragment
of what can’t be labeled decoy
The man stepped out of the small, dusty room as dark as a cave and came into the light, where we saw his face, which we once thought was menacing, but now we saw turned into a cheerful grin. “It was just a decoy,” he said as the smile danced across his face.
your twinkling eyes are nothing compared to your smile,
but i fear that you may just be a figment of my imagination,
a decoy sent from the cosmos to distract me,
pull me to my inevitable doom by loving you.
Six decoys, and no one ever thought ‘this one is not like the others, this one does not belong’?
You know, the enormous half-giant who kept screaming “HARRY! HAAAARRRRYYYYY!”
Honestly, it’s as if they think we’re STUPID.
We aren’t, really. We’re just far too aware of Potter’s aura of People Die Near Me, and decided to let our Lord take the fall. Er, yes, our “Lord”. The maniac.
Mad-Eye Moody died instead, but we can all agree it wasn’t worth the risk, eh?
You cost me everything I have. Your deceits, false support, you’re cunningly exquisite manners. The decoy of my fortune, omen of my despair.
Now you shall perish with me, down to the shadows, locked inside the dungeons of Molten Maze.
Something you use to avoid a lie. Something you fake to remind people it will be “alright.” Sometimes used for the best. Or worse. Depending on how you use your decoy.
there was a decoy skeleton in the closet dof the assassins room. not quite to sure why but yet it was there. i am still looking for the nations secrets taken from our home land way back when in 1932
im hiding in your skin
you dont know
ive sent out a decoy to distract you
because i love you
but i’m scared to let you know
dont notice, pretend the decoy is me
so we can both be happy
separately
A fake, a false heart, plastic and strips of felt, pipe cleaner edges. You never had a real one, so you don’t know what love really is, but the important thing is and oh yes, there is an important part to all of this is that you tried to love me. You took your decoy of a heart and loved as best you could.
I keep myself from writing by doing other things, any things, every things. I want to make this work. There is something going on that I am not sure I know how to fix.
And she brought with her nothing but poison. A twist of words, and curved hips, and she smiled her lovely smile that seemed to blind the world around her. It brought on an animated look from the gents and a look of envy from the broads. They over-estimated her though, the smile, that Cheshire grin was just a decoy. A way to hide behind the obvious mask of her own insecurities.
He didn’t mean to destroy the vase. His friends had been partying, and invited one too many people over. The shoulder-height shelf was just in the reach of his friend’s arm. So, he set up a decoy. He spread the shards out across the ground and sprinkled some of the dust from the pot on the dog. Now it looked like the dog had knocked over the vase.
It wasn’t until his parents came home that he realized–the shelf was placed too high. His dog couldn’t reach up that high. His parents grounded him, and he realized that he deserved it.
The decoy was set into position. Now all we needed was for Alice to see it, and not think to hard about it. Would she believe it? Lets hope so. Ours lives depend on it, after all.
it was all a decoy, everything i had worked for was now down the drain. all the writing, drawing, planning and time, completely gone.
“Well, well, well,” the familiar voice made his heart jump. “You know, out of all the lies you’ve told me, this was the most pathetic.” The decoy has evidently been unsuccessful…
It was the most ridiculous decoy he has ever employed. “What if this doesn’t work, what if they’re on to me?” Didn’t matter, he had to protect his work, no time to go back, no time to think, just jump into the abyss…
i smile and i laugh and i pretend that im okay and here i am, day after day, a decoy. pretending that im the person i used to be when i am Not Okay but im kind of weirdly okay with that? i dont know who i am anymore or what im trying to accomplish with my life but it has to be something important, or else i wouldn’t be here, right?
they are everywhere
their purpose is to distract you
from reality, from the truth
we are being brain washed
into thinking we make our
own decisions, but
the truth is that we don’t
you, me, and everyone is a decoy
just possibly misplaced
She set up the dress, the shoes, and the items to fix her hair. The date was going to be great. The only thing was she couldn’t get her mind off him. The one she lost. This date will be her decoy to get her mind off the real issue; dispair.
it’s all fake. my smile, my sanity? i’m a freaking decoy for who they want me to be. i could send the real me in and they would have no idea who it was. they don’t know anything. sometimes i wish it could be real. but that would be even more fake, really. I don’t know.
I looked at myself in the mirror. This isn’t me. It’s just a shadow of who I used to be. I used to be happy. I used to be more than this. The world changed me, and made me into this bitter thing I see now.. a mere decoy.
paramore’s song! my little decoy~~
I looked at myself in the mirror. This isn’t me. It’s just a shadow of who I used to be. I used to be happy. I used to be more than this. The world changed me, and made me into this bitter thing I see now.. a mere decoy.
a decoy is something that relates to nothing but forever wandering the earth thing frankly whoever thought of this concept may have thought that this was a great way of learning and memorising how to right a wrong or wrong a write.
out popped my decoy with my handy dandy parter blues, you see blues was someone I had met before all this started. We followed the same road and it seemed logical for us to become companions. Little did I know I would rely on him more than anyone else in my life.
He wasn’t real; he wasn’t even who he said he was supposed to be. “You’re lying to me,” she accused. “You’re a shadow of him, you’re nothing to me.”
His hands clamped around the woman’s wrists. “Who are you, really?” he demanded, eyes narrowed and face close enough to discern a scattering of freckles along the bridge of her nose. The real Marie certainly didn’t have any freckles.
Instead of looking afraid like any sane person would in her position, the woman smiled. “I’m a decoy, dear,” she said, condescension glimmering in her voice. “And every moment you waste dallying with me, Marie gets farther and farther away from this city.”
Had I been tricked? Was this artificial happiness reaching an expiration date? I was apprehensive about taking the plunge with this lover. Had he studied my mannerisms, learned of my hopes, dreams, and nuances, simply to abduct my mind and destroying the philosopher within?
punishment for the mistake you did not do
Warm smiles bubbled over like a breezy, fragrant spring day, the vibrant blues, yellows, and purples of her floral dress fluttering about her constantly dancing legs. It’s okay. It’s okay.
She wondered if anyone saw past the decoy.
We needed a decoy. It was hard enough just to walk down the street without something to give you cover let alone waltz in over enemy lines. I just wish I wasn’t the one to do it. it’s a hard thing to have to give your life for something, even when you know it’s worth it.
Action heroes use them a lot. A decoy usually saves the day, or helps a lot in some ways. Their job is usually very dangerous and sometimes puts them in more danger than anyone else.
something that you use to avoid something else. Not worthy to use again. Not always dependable but useful. You can live without it. Used a lot in action movies and books.
underneath the wooden turtles
and empty soda bottles
somewhere behind a dusty stained glass window
(pastels, of course)
maybe you will find a bit of truth
or at least a fragment
of what can’t be labeled decoy
The man stepped out of the small, dusty room as dark as a cave and came into the light, where we saw his face, which we once thought was menacing, but now we saw turned into a cheerful grin. “It was just a decoy,” he said as the smile danced across his face.
your twinkling eyes are nothing compared to your smile,
but i fear that you may just be a figment of my imagination,
a decoy sent from the cosmos to distract me,
pull me to my inevitable doom by loving you.
I wonder if you know you’re a decoy or not.
Six decoys, and no one ever thought ‘this one is not like the others, this one does not belong’?
You know, the enormous half-giant who kept screaming “HARRY! HAAAARRRRYYYYY!”
Honestly, it’s as if they think we’re STUPID.
We aren’t, really. We’re just far too aware of Potter’s aura of People Die Near Me, and decided to let our Lord take the fall. Er, yes, our “Lord”. The maniac.
Mad-Eye Moody died instead, but we can all agree it wasn’t worth the risk, eh?
decoy
ducks…hunting…decoys…lake
false
fake
tricks
You cost me everything I have. Your deceits, false support, you’re cunningly exquisite manners. The decoy of my fortune, omen of my despair.
Now you shall perish with me, down to the shadows, locked inside the dungeons of Molten Maze.
Something you use to avoid a lie. Something you fake to remind people it will be “alright.” Sometimes used for the best. Or worse. Depending on how you use your decoy.
there was a decoy skeleton in the closet dof the assassins room. not quite to sure why but yet it was there. i am still looking for the nations secrets taken from our home land way back when in 1932
Fake Bravado Doppleganging InAuthentic
Espionage Undercover Takeover
Wool Over Eyes Woolly Eyes Make Blind
Reign Over Sincere Feelings….Duped Done
Fake Bravado Doppleganging InAuthentic
Espionage Undercover Takeover
Wool Over Eyes Woolly Eyes Make Blind
Reign Over Sincere Feelings….Duped Done
im hiding in your skin
you dont know
ive sent out a decoy to distract you
because i love you
but i’m scared to let you know
dont notice, pretend the decoy is me
so we can both be happy
separately
the decoy was in the forest. secret. no one would have ever suspected that it was not
like it , the new page
A fake, a false heart, plastic and strips of felt, pipe cleaner edges. You never had a real one, so you don’t know what love really is, but the important thing is and oh yes, there is an important part to all of this is that you tried to love me. You took your decoy of a heart and loved as best you could.
“You want me to do what, exactly?”
“A distraction. A decoy. Something.” He frowned. “Just don’t let anyone see me like this.
“
I keep myself from writing by doing other things, any things, every things. I want to make this work. There is something going on that I am not sure I know how to fix.
And she brought with her nothing but poison. A twist of words, and curved hips, and she smiled her lovely smile that seemed to blind the world around her. It brought on an animated look from the gents and a look of envy from the broads. They over-estimated her though, the smile, that Cheshire grin was just a decoy. A way to hide behind the obvious mask of her own insecurities.
He didn’t mean to destroy the vase. His friends had been partying, and invited one too many people over. The shoulder-height shelf was just in the reach of his friend’s arm. So, he set up a decoy. He spread the shards out across the ground and sprinkled some of the dust from the pot on the dog. Now it looked like the dog had knocked over the vase.
It wasn’t until his parents came home that he realized–the shelf was placed too high. His dog couldn’t reach up that high. His parents grounded him, and he realized that he deserved it.
The decoy was set into position. Now all we needed was for Alice to see it, and not think to hard about it. Would she believe it? Lets hope so. Ours lives depend on it, after all.