Shawn MilkeShawn Milke6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Backstage, I was talking with Dennis and Shane about how surreal this whole experience has been as I straightened my red tie and looked into the mirror at my black raiment. It was our final show for "On Frail Wings Of Vanity and Wax" and all six of us had red ties and black dress clothes. As I turned back towards Dennis, in an act of caprice, he flung his arms around me and said, "thanks for starting this band with me, Shawn". Dumbstruck, I nodded and returned the hug. As he released me, I realized something. All the money in the world is chaff compared to this band; this band leaves me in a state of felicity. If I could take this band beyond temporal constrains , I would give up all my opulence to play forever with these guys.
"Alright guys, it's time!" or manager was saying as he approached us with viands, "you have two minutes". Without a word, we picked up our instruments and started walking. We passed Craigery Owens as his band left the stage; I am proud to say that I ungrudgingly
WinterSilver shredsWinter7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The midnight mist,
I bid farewell
To the girl I kissed,
I walk the night,
To hide the sight
Of the midnight winter
I wrap in black
The sword I keep,
Whose name means
But I wield it not,
The sword I wrought,
For tears now blot
My frozen eyesight.
Through the trees
I set my path,
Though the night
Is cold and bitter,
I feel refreshed,
For I am meshed
With the icy frost
Because I am night,
And my blade is bright,
Though I kill with just a whisper,
My breath is cold,
My soul is old,
And I am the god of winter.
Alone i will standInk stained pages,Alone i will stand3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To mold my heart.
Its been in your hands,
Right from the start.
My words they're short.
My soul is bitter.
I just don't care.
I refuse to hit her.
My walls, they crumble.
My shields recede.
I start to get hopeful.
My heart could be freed.
A dream of course,
How could I believe.
That maybe one day.
So happy I'd be.
Invisible to her,
To others as well.
Alone I shall stand.
Alone in my hell.
SuicideSuicide10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Knife in hand.
Dear Gerard WayDear Gerard Way,Dear Gerard Way8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Let me start off by simply saying that you are one of my biggest heroes. And no, it's not because you sing in a band I like (although like is a painful understatement), because I find you aesthetically attractive, or even because you take the time to write your own music. It's because you inspire me. You've overcome drug and alchoholism. You managed to pull yourself out of a depression that probably would have ended in your death. The fact that you saved yourself has inevitably saved others-myself included. All in all, you're an amazing human being and I aspire to possess your laid-back demeanor and your rationality.
But there's also another thing. If you've managed to find this, you've probably already noticed that you tend to be a character in many of the things that I (along with several hundred-if not thousand-other people) have written over the past several months. I suppose there's a strange sort of taboo in doing this, seeing as you're a real, breathing h
An anorexic game.Let's play a game, she said.An anorexic game.5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A game where no one wins and everyone lose.
Let's see who can lose more.
I challenge you. What do you have to lose?
I looked at myself, at my reflex in the mirror and said
Why not? I only have my life to lose.
AnarchyAnarchy,Anarchy12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A life of individual responsibility
A system of Government
With but one law,
Bring no pain to others.
So why are anarchists viewed as villains?
Because of people who claim anarchy
To order to bring about the destruction of peace,
Causing a whirlpool of truth and lies,
Confusing the observer,
While observing the confused.
The Antichrist is pain.
AnarchyAnarchy8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
There is many misunderstandings of an anarchist society. Anarchy simply means figuring out how to work together to meet our individual needs, working with each other rather than "for" each other; and when this is impossible, it menas preferring strife to submission and domination.
It means not valuing any system or ideology above the people it purorts to serve, not valuing anything theoretical above the real things in this world. It means being faithful to human being (and animals, and ecosystems), fighting for ourselves and besde each other, not out of "responsibility," not for "causes" or other intangible concepts. It means denying that there is any universal standard of truth, aesthetics, or morlaity, and contesting wherever it appears the doctrine that life is essentially one-dimensional. It means not forcing your desires and experiences into a hierarchical order, but acknowledging and embracing all of them, accepting yourself. It means not trying to compel the self to abide by any
A Suicide Note..A Suicide Note..11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear Mum and Dad,
First of all you need to know that this is not your fault,
It's mine, for I locked my problem inside me like a vault,
Problems that I was never able to tell you,
Problems that I'm sick of dealing with. I'm through.
I'm sick of pretending that everything's alright,
I'm sick of having all these emotional demons to fight.
I can't take my depressing life anymore,
I realize I felt this way too often before.
I now know I'm not needed in this place,
Just another stupid teen, just another ugly face.
I can tell I'm secretly hated by everyone I know,
Though, when I'm around, they don't let their hatred show.
My life has no purpose as I can clearly see,
No one needs me and everyone hates me
I hate this world I live in, I hate how I feel now.
I try so hard to be accepted, but I don't know how.
I hate my reputation.. a fat loser.. a slut
So I'm ending my life, my wrists I will cut.
I want you two to know, that I really do love you,
But I hate my life too much, this is the only thi
AnarchyScream the anthem of the anarchist!Anarchy12 years ago in Open More Like This
What is it? Exactly.
I won't tell you; make it up.
Go away. Blow it up.
Burn it down. Deface the town.
But don't give in,
Never -- no.
That's the song we all love so.
Freedom past extremity.
Far away, in my backyard
I own the world; I am a bard.
I wear a beard and shave my head;
All the normals want me dead.
I won't give up; I ramble rave.
You'll never make me behave.
My brother, loser, freak, meek geek
You know-- the beatnick, hippy, punk--
The rock bands my parents debunk--
We treasure what we cannot have:
No allegiance to any flag.
Dreams of Cabaret_12Dreams of Cabaret_124 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DREAMS OF CABARET
The entirety of Gerard's stay with us, we were inseparable! I could NOT bare to be away from him. I followed him every where; even on little rounds and odd jobs. I was intrigued, fascinated, astonished by this man. He was really something special. The way he worked was brilliant. He could sing, write, draw. The things his mind produced absolutely blew my fucking mind to pieces. And his personality: so charming, so sassy, so sweet...such a gentlemen! I was absolutely infatuated with him. Ryan knew this, and demanded a daily 'report'. I was more than happy to obligate him.
At present, I was heading up to Ryan's room- eager to share stories of BOTH our romances. Ryan jumped in surprise as I cracked open the door. He leapt for me, bringing me down to the cold floor.
"Hey" He greeted me coolly.
"Hey" I couldn't help but to laugh. A more than stupid grin, plastered across my child like face. But before I knew what had hit me; or rather, w
Black Parade is dead.The Black Parade is DEAD!Black Parade is dead.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One by one.
They placed the ropes around their necks.
Breaths hitching... Thoughts racing...
Mikey sighed as the rope slid down his face and tightened behind his
neck. He swallowed and lowered his head.
Uneasy. His breath came in short gasps.
This was it.
As much as they tried...it was all over now...The Black Parade would
march into eternity...and no more...
He felt so hollow now...
Gerard eyed Mikey slowly. He tried to swallow, but couldn't.
"Mikey..." he called. His voice, low and painful for their fate.
"Its...going to be okay..." Mikey looked over to his brother. His
white hair was messier than usual, and he had bitten his lip deep
enough to bleed gently.
Mikey held back a comment. He simply stared. Gerard tried to smile,
but it ended up as a smirk.
He eyed the crowd...of soldiers and followers...paraders and patients...
Of haters and anti-groups..
Poprocks and Coke - Frerard 1Poprocks and Coke - Frerard 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My dream starts out as it normally does; Gerard, sweaty and breathless, on top of me, naked chest glistening in soft candle light. "Frankie " he mumbles, voice deep and husky. I trace his lips gently, and he kisses my fingertips. His hands travel to my pant button, popping it open and then unzipping me. "Frankie Frankie "
"Frankie! Wake up, man!" Ray yells in my ear, shattering my dream when it was getting good no, amazing and scaring the shit out of me, causing me to fall off my bunk.
"Huh, wh-what happened? Did we run out of coffee or something...?" I mumble sleepily, trailing off a bit at the end.
"No, smart-ass, we didn't." Ray replies dryly, making my forehead crinkle in confusion.
"Then why did you wake me up?" I can hear the whine in my voice, but at the moment I could care less. But the answer I get wakes me up fully, and pisses me off.
"Cause Party Poison wants you, and he asked me, Jet Star, to wake you, Fun
A Frerard StoryIt was a normal day on this stupid school. The teacher was at her desk flipping through a decorating magazine. The cheerleaders gossiping. The jocks picking on the nerds. Eveyone else was talking quietly to their friends hoping to not get notice by the jocks and cheerleaders. They didn't want to get pick on or made fun of.A Frerard Story5 years ago in Romance More Like This
I was sitting near the window looking outside. It was a cloudy day. It looked like it was going to rain. There was a loud noice coming from the other side of the room where the jocks are. I turn around and see Kevin laughing hysterically. I turn around and roll my eyes looking back at the window. When I look outside I see a really skinny tall kid with glasses in an Anthrax shirt and skinny jeans running from the rain.
A couple of minnutes later the door opens. The kid gives a note to the teacher and she tells him to sit down as she throus away the note not even looking at it. The kid sits next to me with a big smile on his face.
"Hey Frankie." He looks a
HeartbreakInSterieroHeartbreakInSteriero7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gerard struggled against the heavy metal chains, shouting abuse at his captor, who puffed on a cigar, smiling and occasionally laughing at his insults.
He was a big man, tall and muscular, he had no shirt on and his muscles were showing their strength. He was almost a foot taller than his prisoner with short jet black hair which stuck up in several random places. He looked about twenty five twenty seven, and looked very strong and fit, Gerard was happy he hadnt felt his punch yet.
Once Gerard has stopped shouting he leant forward, tired from struggling against the chains, and hung his head. His captor moved over to him, burning his cigar out on his bare top half causing him to grit his teeth and moan, wincing, until the sensation had gone.
Why are you doing this? he said, looking up into his eyes. His captor shrugged,
Just doing what Im told He said, admiring Gerards shirtless body Are you hot? Want to take your jeans off? he
Frerard - Lava LampMy mum made me and my brother go shopping for redecorating the house. She always did something like that and call it 'a family co-operation' and to go furniture shopping was 'a family day out' it was the most annoying thing my mum could do. I hated decorating and I absolutely hated shopping.Frerard - Lava Lamp4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How we always have to be dragged around carrying this and that and asking how long we'll be and my mum ends up staying 5x longer than she had expected.
Ever since I can remember we have been doing this, just so the house can have 'a new look.'
We arrived at the usual shopping store. IKEA. It was huge, full of rooms freshly decorated with strange names of wood and all of the items have an element of wood. If it isn't made of wood, it'll have an extract of an oil that comes from a tree or have wooden legs.
Now I'm 17 nearly 18 and I'm no longer finding it 'good fun' like I used to say when I was 5.
As my dad pulled up in the car park I never realised how huge the store actually is. Shaped in an 'L' f
A Frerard Story Prt. 10I waited patiently on the living room. Looking at the baby pictures of Gerard and Mikey that were framed hanging from the wall. They were so adorable. They still are. I examined each picture not wanting to miss any of their chubby cuteness.A Frerard Story Prt. 105 years ago in Romance More Like This
A few minutes later Gerard finally came out of his room.
"You ready?" He put on his jacket.
"Let's go." I got up and walked out the door. He locked it and walked passed me. I followed him.
The whole way to the coffee shop we walked in silence. And ocational word or two getting there, but most of the time there was just the akward silence.
We got there and ordered. We sat down on of the tables. He sipped his coffee and looked at me.
"Frank, I'm really sorry that I didn't go yesterday."
"It's okay, just forget about it." I drank a little of my coffee and burned my tounge.
"No, it's not okay. I told you that I was going to be there and I forgot." I looked down at my cup of coffee. "I broke up with Brittney yesterday." My eyes widened. I looked
We Love Like Vampires: Part 6We Love Like Vampires: Part 64 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gerard's point of view
After he had fallen asleep I had sat and watched him for a few minutes. I heard his breathing and his heartbeat speed up after a minute or two and I pulled him closer to calm him down a bit. He snuggled into the warmth and smiled a small smile which I returned to his small beautiful face.
It didn't take long for him to get into my heart. I remember standing on his porch in the pouring rain and his mom letting me in. We would sit in his room and he would play his six string and I would sing along with the melody.
The first kiss we ever shared was on his bed I had been singing to him a new song that I had written and he was playing the tune that I had made up on the spot. While I was singing I heard the guitar slow down and become quiet. I quit singing and looked at him curiously only to find him staring at me in wonder.
"What?" I had asked.
A Frerard Story Prt. 13We got to the arena. It took us forever to find a parking space. Gerard and Mikey went and bought the tickets while Ray and I stayed in the line.A Frerard Story Prt. 135 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Minutes later the doors opened and the line started moving.
"Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod!!!" Mikey was getting anxious.
The line stoped moving. It kept moving and stoping every few minutes.
"What is taking so long?" Gerard smiled at his brother and put his arm around him.
"Don't worry Mikey. You'll get to see them play."
"But there are so many people."
"Yeah Mikey, it's a concert."
"But we are almost in the back of the line. What if by the time that we get inside they have already started playing."
"Mikey don't worry. We'll make it in time. Besides, they can't start without their number one fan."
Mikey looked at Gerard and gave him a nervious smile.
Minutes passed and we were finally inside. We got as close to the stage as we could. I was standing between Mikey and Gerard. We waited patiently for the show to start. Well at least we did. Mikey was
A Frerard Story Prt. 124:00 p.m. I have to start getting ready. Mikey and Gerard are going to be here in an hour.A Frerard Story Prt. 125 years ago in Humor More Like This
I went to my room and turned on the stereo. I put on Megadeth just to get in the concert mood.
I went to my closet to decide what I was going to wear. Black skinny jeans with a black shirt, black sweater and a black leather jacket on top.
When I finished getting ready I went downstairs. There were still a couple of minutes left so I turned on the TV and surfed through the channels.
A few minutes later the doorbell rang.
"They're here." I said to myself turning off the TV. Exciment rushed through my body. I opened the door and saw Mikey. He was wearing dark blue skinny jeans with the State Of Euphoria Anthrax shirt and a black jacket. Mikey looked hot.
"Hey Mikes. Looking good." He smiled and blushed.
"Thanks." I closed the door and locked it. We walked toward the black mustang.
"So, you excited?"
"Ofcourse I'm excited. Anthrax is playing tonite."
Mikey let me sit on the passenger's sea
Waycest - Sightless - Part 2Waycest - Sightless - Part 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing(s): Waycest (Gerard/Mikey), mentioned Rayard(Ray/Gerard) and Frerard(Frank/Gerard)
Warnings: Incest, kissing, and implied sexcapades.
Word Count: 889
The day after Mikey got home we decided to spend the night out at a concert. It wasn't a big event, I don't even know if you could say it was really a concert. It was just a gig at a local bar, and most of the people attending were just friends of the band, like us. Mikey and I knew the two guitarists in the group, Ray Toro and Frank Iero. In the past, I'd gone out with both of them, and Frank had been Mikey's absolute best friend since they could walk.
The bar wasn't crowded, so we opted to take seats rather close to the stage. In hindsight it wasn't such a great idea. The music was good but obnoxiously loud, and Mikey and I both found ourselves leaving with headaches at the end. My own eased up once we got into the quietness of the car, but Mikey's only got worse and by the
A Frerard Story Prt. 18As soon as Mikey opened the door to his room I jumped on him.A Frerard Story Prt. 185 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ah Frank!" I laughed and held on tighter to his head and wraped my legs around his waist. "Get off me."
"Frank, get off me!" I didn't stop laughing.
He ran towards his bed and jumped, making me let go of him and hit my head on the wall.
Mikey quickly got up and ran to the bathroom locking the door behind him.
I ran after him.
"Mikey open the door."
"No. I'm a take a shower." I started to giggle.
"Can I join you?"
"Aw. Why not?"
"Cuz... I'm a take a shower."
"But your mom said that we had to wash up."
"You have to wait until I get out."
I went back to his bed and laid on my back, putting my hands behind my head and crossing my legs.
I looked up at the celing.
I wonder who Gerard was talking to. It was probably her. I know it was her. Mikey said that he was happy before he answered the phone.
He was happy. Maybe he does like me. Maybe I should tell him how I feel. No. No, I can't do that. W
Never Forget ItNever Forget It3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm so sick of feeling like this.
The simple phrase is scrawled on a dirty, torn sheet of paper, tucked in the left hand pocket of the only dress pants Frank Iero owns. When Frank's eyes skim across the words that morning, he feels his heart clench. Gerard knew that he'd find this here.
I just hurt all the time.
The second note is hidden away in the third pack of Marlboro lights Frank opens that day, and he takes a big, shuddering breath and closes his eyes when he reads it. He curls his hands into fists, letting the note crumple up in his palm. He sinks to his knees and bows his head and uses all his energy keeping his tears in.
Why me? Am I the only one is this much pain?
The third one he finds in the toe of his dress shoes; the pair he never wears except for the very best (or worst) occasions. He almost doesn't notice it at all, but the corner of the paper catches on his sock when he pulls his foot out to readjust the shoe, and comes out too. When he reads it he