Shawn MilkeShawn Milke5 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
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.
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.
A special place in my heart for youThe rain it pours upon my face.A special place in my heart for you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It scrubs away my fears.
No longer do I want to cry,
but still here come the tears.
I'm finally happy.
I'm finally free.
It wont last forever.
So soon you wont love me.
I know I might hurt you.
I know that I could.
I promise I won't.
Absurd that I would.
I love how you laugh.
I love how you speak.
I love how you deny,
the fact that I'm a freak.
I'll try my hardest.
I always will.
When your finally gone,
I'll love you still.
SuicideSuicide10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Knife in hand.
Awesome quotes by Gerard WayAwesome quotes by Gerard Way6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Awesome quotes by Gerard Way (lead singer of My Chemical Romance)-
Be yourself, don't take anyone's shit, and never let them take you alive.
Cigarettes and coffee: an alcoholic's best friend!
I'm not psycho...I just like psychotic things.
The Devil got landed with a shitty job, he has to deal with assholes everyday, he's probably bored as hell.
Look at me, with my pretty bracelet and tiara... I'm a fuckin' princess!
It's like the drag fairy coming and saying 'What would you like to do?' Um, yeah karate.
I'd rather be a creature of the night than an old dude.
So many people treat you like you're a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window.
I went to school in drag, in art school and my day was completely different because everybody thought I was a chick. You should see me as a chick. So I went as a girl, as like an experimen
Falling for Gerard Way IFalling for Gerard Way I6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So youll come then?
Frank pondered for a moment; hed never been round Mikeys house before
Yeah, Ill be round in a few minutes but he might aswell
Ok! See you then Mikey hung up the phone. Frank looked around his desolate room before shrugging casually and heading downstairs. He grabbed his Misfits jumper and threw it on, and went to the door. As usual it took lots of yanks and pulls at the old handle before the rusty catch actually worked and the door swung open, causing Frank to fall over. He quickly regained his dignity and walked out, closing the door behind him. He headed into the dark streets wondering what they were going to do, he knew Mikey wanted to play video games, but that was it. He didnt even know him that well, but Mikey was his only real friend at school, and he could always trust him.
He reached up and tugged at the giant knocker in the shape of a lion that was hanging loosely on the door, it bashe
The Concept of Floating.The Concept of Floating6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I hear the sorrowful creaking of old swings down by the lake. We used to play on them, wed pretend we were flying. The chains are rusted, the bright yellow seats are now dingy but something about them
I find beautiful
The sun had almost set over the water when your junked car pulled in. You eyes were sad as you found me sitting on the swings. I wanna go back to yesterday I mouthed. The wind began to pick up and it took you
Away without an answer
I was watching the clouds when you came running down the dock. My feet slipped and we both went down into the dark waters. Panic swelled in my chest, I couldnt swim. But your arms wrapped around me
And together I learned to float
Laying under the stars made me feel small and in a way afraid. My frail hands would tremble as my finger tips tried to touch the stars and the planets. Sadly the closet Ill ever get to reaching heaven
Is the fire flys in my clenched fist
You could get me high with a kiss; l
Dear Gerard WayDear Gerard Way,Dear Gerard Way7 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
Dedicated to frank+gerardThere are reasons.Dedicated to frank+gerard7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You dont fall in love.
With your best friend.
Whos in your band.
I guess you never realized.
Dont last forever.
But your heart still breaks.
The ones who care the most.
The fans that stay alive for you.
STAY AWAKE! STAY AWAKE!
Dont die out.
Everyone loves you.
Please dont go.
Things will get better.
In a year or two.
Reasons not to fall in love.
With your best friend.
Its going to end.
Your heart will break.
You cant stand your friend.
He cant stand you.
You've become depressed.
Lost all hope with yourself.
He's become a prick.
Thinks highly of himself.
And no one else.
You have to escape.
Your decision breaks hearts all over.
Fans everywhere hurt.
Keep the faith.
Keep the hope.
Keep the love.
Things will get better.
RecessBrendon would just simply laugh whenever Ryan got a time-out for throwing spitballs at their third-grade teacher. It was funny how she never seemed to suspect that it was Brendon who was throwing the spitballs. What made it even funnier was that he was forced to wear the dunce hat while missing recess. Brendon would always peer into the classrooms window during recess. He would see Ryan slouched in a chair in a corner with a pen scratching away at a piece of paper. He would never once look up anywhere but at his paper. When the teacher would catch Brendon staring shed take away Ryans recess for tomorrow too but Ryan never seemed to care. He was never one for running around.Recess6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One day in fifth grade Brendon invited Ryan to go trick-or-treating with him. Ryan was new to the idea of accepting candy from strangers but with hesitation he agreed. He wasnt expecting to get left at a mansion, the police bagged on him for a house and yard flooded with yolks. He never had
My JasperMy fingers drilled rapidly on the countertop as I fidgeted in my seat. Where was he? Id been in the city for weeks and hadnt seen a glance of him anywhere!My Jasper6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Had my vision of him, of Jasper, been faulty? Had my visions ever been faulty? Never, from what I could remember offhand. My most recent vision had been of the golden-eyed coven. They had just relocated to a new home; it wouldnt be hard to find them. But what about Jasper? The vision was incomplete without him.
My first vision--my first memory--had been a snapshot of his face. His honey-blonde hair was gleaming, and his blood-red eyes were filled with a sorrow I could not understand. Ever since that first sight, Id been obsessed with finding this godly stranger, and that was what had inevitably brought me to this small, half-empty diner in Philadelphia.
The second-to-last vision Id had had been of Jasper moving to this city. What compelled me to enter this diner, I couldn
An anorexic game.Let's play a game, she said.An anorexic game.4 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.
For GerardFor the angel who wipes away the tears when we cry.For Gerard6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the kid who stands up to bad guys for us.
For the man who wants to protect us from any and every kind of pain.
For the man who made us realize it's okay to not be okay.
For the man who made us realize no matter what, we're beautiful.
For the man who just takes our breath away....
Gerard, this is dedicated to you.
We love you from the very bottom of our hearts.
And we thank you for everything you've done.
my chemical romance bibleYou know you're a My Chemical Romance Freak whenmy chemical romance bible7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
1. Your carpet is soaked with drool after watching them play on TV
2. You cry when u hear them play your favorite song live
3. You hear someone say My Chemical Romance and you snap to attention
4. You stand your ground and defend them when someone tries to criticize them
5. You feel like burning the TRL building down
6. You read a story and claim you saw one of the band members names, though its not there
7. You have a MCR song for every point in your day
8. You lick the TV when there on it, Mmm..MCR
9. You recite the words to the song when someone even mutters just a word of it.
10. You Live by the words of My Chemical Romance
11. You've asked your parents millions of times if you could make MCR your religion!!
12. You lick pictures of Gerard, or any of the band members for that matter ( This was mentioned by ~that-girl-24 and was happily posted to the bible.)
MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE BIBLE
Gerard Way puts the "laughter
AnarchyAnarchy7 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
Nap Time-FerardNap Time-Ferard7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Okay children, Nap time for everyone!" The teacher announced, and all the Kindergarten students fell asleep. All but two. When the kids slept, the teacher went for coffee.
One boy, named Gerard, got up obviously not tired and walked over to where a boy named Frankie lay, he's been curious about the boy, so quiet and so shy.
"Are you awake?" Gerard asked poking Frankie.
"Yeah I am..stop poking me!" Frankie whispered back popping up.
"I'm Gerard" Gerard smiled. "I know you're Frankie, wanna get cookies? I know where the teacher hides them!"
"Okay" Frank smiled with glee.
Gerard started walking out and notice Frank stood glued to his spot.
"Whatch'ya waitin' for?" Gerard grunted walking to Frankie.
"I-I don't go nowhere without my mommy, unless the teacher is here!" Frankie whispered.
"I'll hold your hand..." Gerard offered holding his hand out.
"Really? Great!" Frank grabbed his hand and went off.
"They're in this closet!" Gerard squealed excitedly. "Just get on my shoulders
Dear Booth ...Dear Booth:Dear Booth ...8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I know that youve probably reading this with someone looking over your shoulder, so all Im going to say is that Ive left the real letter in your apartment, behind the picture of us sealing our first case.
Hopefully youre alone now. Because honestly, I dont think you want your current girlfriend knowing that some strange woman you call Bones is leaving you notes.
Theyre going to say I killed myself. And theyre right; in all the ways that matter, I did. But I swear never pulled the trigger.
About three weeks ago, a man named Owen Douglas contacted me. His daughter had been murdered, but hed been arrested twice for harassing the police, trying to get her case reopened. I agreed to look into it for a fee of fifteen hundred dollars. What I found was that his daughter was involved deeply involved with a cover-up involving the Director of the FBI. Shed been having an affair with him
Alesana: The EmptinessI am here to tell you a story, a story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night. And though I will do my best, there are no words that can be written nor brush strokes laid on canvas that can describe this stark and utter horror of the night that Annabel died.Alesana: The Emptiness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The emptiness will haunt you," Annabel whispers in an unsettling tone as I gaze in the mirror.
The Curse of the Virgin Canvas
The sun's rays seeped through the window; I lay awake in the bed and smiled slightly. I pushed the covers down and rolled onto my side facing the one I love. Her long bleach blond hair and short white dress almost matched perfectly with the sheets on the bed. I leaned over her and kissed her, her side of the room was dark, the light only reaching the edge of the bed. I kissed her again and placed my hand on her shoulder.
"Annabel," I whispered her name and she didn't re
Situations - Chapter 1Situations - Chapter 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Situations Chapter 1
VANS WARPED TOUR 2008
Craig hurry the fuck up! Jared shouted onto the bus. Fuck a duck man your slow.
At least you know it aint because hes having sex with me, Tye grinned as they stood right outside the door.
Not this time at least, Eric called.
Fuck off, Tye said flipping him off.
Craig- Jared began.
Alright dip-shit, I heard you the first time you shouted, Craig hollered coming down the steps. We got plenty of time I dont know why youre rushing.
Because ass wipe, they moved us up remember .we go on in like five m
Liar, LiarLiar, liar, heart on fireLiar, Liar9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hanging by the steeple spire
You told a lie, we called your bluff
Do you think you've had enough?
Liar, liar, flesh on fire
Crushed beneath a semi tire
You told a lie, we called your bluff
Tell us when you've had enough
Liar, liar, skull on fire
Killed with a piano wire
You told a lie, we called your bluff
We'll decide when you have had enough
Liar, liar, corpse on fire
Murdered by our vengeful ire
You lived a lie, we called your bluff
You're dead; I'd say you've had enough
Suicide is Painless?She's lying thereSuicide is Painless?9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On her bed
The voices whisper
In her head
Nobody loves you
They'd be better off
If you were not there
The blade comes out
It moves real swift
And carves up and
Down her wrist
With her finger
She sat and wrote
In her own blood
Her sister was
The first to find
Her crumpled body
Defunct of life
Her sister does
Not deserve this
She's only six
Her whole life
Will haunt her mind
For all to see
The person she
Looked up to
Is now not here
Oh, what to do
The mother next
She hears the scream
Comes in the room
And in a dream
She sees the body
Her first-born child
A bloody corpse
With a sickly smile
She looks around
Face filled with pain
The mother thinks
That she's to blame
And something snaps
Inside her brain
She never was
The same again
And all her friends
Find out at school
And some move on
Like all should do
But some depressed
Sick of their lives
Go home to bed
Take out their knives
And carve their own
Names in their thr