Music Again Chapter 11Music Again Chapter 116 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 11: Cinnamon Rolls
"And they're alive!" Longineu announced and I laughed. Adam played with my bangs and pushed my wheelchair to the table. I couldn't wait to get into crutches. I'd finally be able to play my bass guitar again.
A pang of sorrow stabbed at my heart. I missed my guitar. It seemed like ages ever since I've strummed the notes and heard the heavenly music flow through my ears.
Before I knew it, a plate of cinnamon rolls with icing dripping off the sides was placed before us all. The luscious scent drifted into my nose and I eagerly grabbed three of them.
"Whoa, Tommy, we're hungry too!" Lisa complained as the three brown rolls with the most icing plopped on my plate. I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm injured. The injured go first."
She gaped. "Oh no you didn't!" Monte snorted and cracked up in laughter. Longineu joined in seconds later and then Adam. Lisa sounded like a high school girl. She soon started laughing too, and by then Monte had tumbled out of his chair an
IF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARSi am fighting with dragonsIF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when i try to spit out any
semblance of reason. the
moment i try to start i am
overcome with what i once
thought was a shortcoming
but i know now to be ghosts
of what i used to value (life)
i am a death
hidden in the
leaves of your
i am honestly bad for the health
of any traveling bard or passing
soldier. i am a plague. i am your
sickness. i am an anaesthetic.
i am a vaccine against
or was is jaundice?
i'm yellow-bellied and
i'm yelling to the sky
like i can't hear the
I JUST WANT TO SPEND A DAY
IN YOUR (SOMEBODY'S) ARMS
LIKE I BELONGED, LIKE I WAS
A PART OF THE FAMILY.
APART FROM THE FAMILY.
i can't help SCREAMING because dear
i don't know who "you" are anymore
and nobody is listening to this but
the static is thinning. i'm still the
mountain of broken toys i was
assumed to be so long ago.
i'm pulling my guts out.
i'm pulling my ears.
i'm listening but i
can't hear you.
i'm just he
My World Is DeadMy World Is Dead4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some people are scared of the end of the world
I'm not afraid of that, because my world is already dead
.Espionage. ::Frerard:: !!IMPORANT NOTE!! THIS FRERARD IS "INTERACTIVE". WHILE READING THIS, IT IS REQUIRED YOU PLAY THE SONG "ESPIONAGE" BY GREEN DAY. OTHERWISE YOU WILL NOT GET THE FULL EXPERIENCE. THE SONG CAN BE FOUND ON YOUTUBE IF IT IS NOT IN YOUR ITUNES. THANK YOU AND ENJOY..Espionage. ::Frerard::8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gerard inhaled his cigarette and adjusted to gun on his shoulder. This felt so new, so unreal. He actually couldn't believe what he was doing. The sun was a bright yellow and streamed through the trees above him. It hit his eyes. It was difficult to see. He lay on his belly on the dirt, under a large tree, the heat radiating uncomfortably off his body. How long had hee been sitting there, waiting? He inhaled on his cigarette one last time and extinguished it in the dirt.
Then he heard it. The gently crunch of leaves and dirt beneath thick army boots. He could feel the black paint on is face begin to smear as sweat dripped out of his pores. How close were they? It was impossible to tell. In his nervous
The sea and the moonlightNo. I don't want this anymore.The sea and the moonlight4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I want the summer's breeze to caress my pale skin at dawn
as I'm watching the sea go to bed.
I want to watch the moon lit up the treetops in the horizon
only because I know that maybe someday I will be just as bright.
I want to be alone in that so-well-known wood
just so that I could try and feel like home again.
I want to sit alone on a bench with a notebook in my hand
only to be able to write down thoughts and idéas.
Yes. What I want is to be alone in the summer's nights
with only the sea, the moonlight and with pen and paper as my feelings starts to numb.
Green.I have to admitGreen.4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'm kind of a romantic,
I'm always putting emotions
over reason, overlapping them.
Too bad, they're both like watercolours.
Imagine, Imagine blue stands for emotion,
and yellow, that bright colour I never liked,
stands for reason.
And all of a sudden, you have green.
You don't know how, or when, but you can't
distinguish the blue from the yellow, and
what happened to the white under it?
It's all mixed up, the world's upside down
and twisted into abstract paintings
that I fail to understand.
Isn't it confusing?
SmileDo you knowSmile8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What you do to me?
You make me smile
Every time you look at me.
We laugh and joke
You know just what to say
But I hope you know
You make me feel this way.
I get all these silly butterflies
And I can't hardly
Look you in the eyes.
When you call me beautiful
I feel so,
You make me blush
And you always know
And even though
I've been sad for quite a while,
You always know
How to make me smile.
Conversatie cu un strainNu te supăra, ai văzut cumva o inimă cam de mărimea găurii din piepul meu? Nu ştiu cât de repede bătea ultima dată când am văzut-o, ştiu doar că încă mai bate, altfel n-aş mai fi aici acum. Cum arăta? Rău! Imaginează-ţi ceva folosit în exces, de alţii. De ce crezi că nu-mi mai foloseşte? Poate ar trebui până la urmă să mă ghidez după urmele de sânge, dacă o găseşti să ai grijă de ea te rog. Eşti nebun?! Nu-mi da inima ta, n-aş ştii ce să... Mulţumesc, jumătate din ea este perfect.Conversatie cu un strain5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
FIC: Cradle This Moment Ch4Cradle This MomentFIC: Cradle This Moment Ch45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Written By Twin Kats
Idea By AnihyrMoonstar
Chasing Is Bad
Vladimir Masters was the world's leading businessman. He was rich, he was powerful, and he was influential. None of this, however, truly mattered to the man. Sure he had money to spare, yes he had a life many would die for, but what few people ever saw was his heart.
To many he controlled his businesses with an iron fist; to the few who had an idea what he did when not running the business world he was a ruthless, cutthroat man known simply as Plasmius. Fewer knew why exactly he took upon the persona Plasmius and why Vladimir has done what he's done.
The choices made over the course of his life had left him bitter, but he continued on for reasons unknown to everyone but him.
Gentle, yet scarred, fingers reached out and brushed the picture frame almost lovingly as dark blue eyes closed in sorrow for what he could never have.
HopeThere are times when one loses hope. When one just stands there, for a single moment, and stares. Just stares out into the horizon, looking and looking, almost as if waiting for something to come. But it never comes. They stand there, they watch, and they wait, and they are disappointed. No one is exactly sure what keeps giving them hope, or enough courage to stand there another time, but something does. Something, deep down, reaches up into their mind and says, wait again, it will come. So they wait because that's what the voice told them to do, that's what their feelings say, and they keep waiting. Some wait all of their life, without ever getting what they want. Others, the voice just stops trying, stops telling them to go back and look, they just stop. And some, never get there at all.Hope11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Is it wrong for them to have that hope? To dream that dream that one day, whatever they are looking for will finally come? Maybe it is wrong, maybe they have been misled, and misjudged, and they don'
Not EnoughI gave you everything there was to give.Not Enough5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I gave you my good
And I gave you my bad.
I gave you all that my heart had to offer.
Even though it wasn't easy for me.
I gave my soul and my life for you.
It still wasn't enough to see you through.
I wasn't enough for you.
A Collective RealizationA Collective Realization7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Collective Realization
We are the dead
Yes, we are the dead
Freezing, but learning.
So who are we now?
Those lost in savage Africa
On a quest for ivory
Our hearts full of
Oh, the horror, the horror!
We are without time,
Lost in time,
Or, rather, it is
The space-time fabric
Which is lost in us.
Yes, that is it.
And we, too, have our time
Just as the day
Or the night.
It is day by the blessed sun
Or, night by the blessed moon.
We say it is the moon,
We know it is the sun.
then god be blessed
For it has its time!
And winter has its.
To everything, they say,
There is a season.
A time to break down,
A time to build up.
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak.
Yes, all that.
But what else.
Yes, we know now...
To be drunken off Soma
Or Victory Gin,
It is the best and worst feeling
We shall ever have.
And in the Golden City,
That is all there is.
And for a time, it is good.
And then they awaken us.
My Angel Dear Gabriel,My Angel4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
You keep me breathing, keep me pushing forward. You will never know just how much I appreciate you in my life, for you give me life, eternal life. It does not matter if I die, for my soul remains on this earth,to walk amongst the living, for I will always have unfinished business to attend to.Nothing can compare to the love you give, to the pain you remove, you take away the bad and replace it with the good. You said it can only get better, because I have you, well, I finally believe it. Thank you so much for being there for me,I wish you were still here.
Love, Debbie xoxo
It's been a long week, I'm so glad that I finally have the chance to write! I've been having strange dreams, I'm pretty sure it's the stress from it being the one year anniversary of Gabriel's death in two weeks. I'm not looking forward to it at all, I don't like thinking about it, it hurts. Not surprising my counsellor tells me, "You're on your way to recovery, of course the anniver
Sfarsit- Un pahar de iubire,vă rog.Sfarsit5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
- Eşti sigură că-ţi permiţi atâtea zâmbete,draga mea?
Îndoială. Milă pentru tânăra răvăşită care statea într-un colţ al cafenelei.
- Nu,nu sunt.
Un oftat. Tristeţe şi mâhnire.
- Atunci, durerea e foarte ieftină zilele astea....
Un zâmbet stângaci.
Chelneriţa se îndeparta,iar ei îi era atât de sete....atât de sete de un sentiment...oricare...
- Nu! Stai! O voi lua pe aceea,atunci..
Îşi închise ochii şi rămase aşa până ce cupa cu durere îi fu aşezată zgomotos pe masă.
Prima înghiţitură - şocul realităţii. Următoarea - un junghi în piept.....
Continuă să bea din acea cupă adâncă,înecată în valuri de resentimente..
- E timpul s&
Dezbraca-maDezbracă-mă. Dezbracă-mă de culorile triste şi reci. Dezbracă-mă încet. Îmi va fi teamă să stau goală în faţa ta; aşa că ia pe rând, culoare cu culoare şi nu te grăbi, avem tot timpul din lume. Nu ştii cu care să începi? Începe cu cea care predomină: negru. Nu-mi place cum arăt îmbrăcată aşa, am pielea mult prea albă pentru culoarea asta . Vei avea nevoie de răbdare pentru că e mai mult negru decât crezi Oamenii m-au îmbrăcat aşa ori de câte ori au avut ocazia, iar eu eu am fost mult prea slabă că să mă împotrivesc. După ce ai terminat cu negrul, treci la gri. Aici nu a fost vina lor ci a mea. Eu am fost cea care a ales să se îmbrace aşa. Dar acum s-a terminat, o să renunţ la gri, e mult prea melancolic şi nu vreau să mai fDezbraca-ma5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Good and BadYou're my everything and nothing,Good and Bad6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're the song stuck in my head,
You're the teardrops on my guitar,
You're the end where this path lead.
You're my end, you're my start,
You're my joy, you're my fear,
You're my happiness, you're my sorrow,
You're my outlet, you're my pain.
You were a lover, and a friend
Someone to look after,
Someone to look after me.
You were my brightest star,
Now you've made my darkest day,
You're a heartbreaker, and a thief,
You broke my heart, you stole the peices.
You're beautiful and sad,
You're sweet, but not sincere;
You're my angel, you're the devil,
You loved me but you're with her...
I was with you, now I'm alone.
SecreteHai să desenăm un cercSecrete5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
cu o singură rază,
din care să naştem
o frânghie de lumină
cu care să ne legăm,
atât de strâns,
încât inimile noastre
să-şi poată spune secretele,
fără să le audă plămânii
doar ştii ce indiscreţi sunt.
DanielCe dracu-i bine pentru mine?Daniel5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
până la urmă
atât de des mă prăbuşesc
când mă întreb
nici eu nu ştiu pentru cine
Ce dracu-i bine pentru mine?
atât de des mă prăbuşesc
în stările mele pline,
pline de ce?
pline de... firele mele de păr,
de genele şi unghiile ce-mi cad,
mă scurg ciudat într-un şablon,
MetamorfozaSădeşte-mă-n pământ şi lasă-mă să crescMetamorfoza5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Afară trupul meu va tinde către stele
Să cuget din abis, cu haos să-nvelesc
Nesomnul care-mi umple gândurile mele.
Când ochii mi-i închid şi negru mă-nconjoară,
Când palmele îmi sunt bucăţi de jar aprins
N-am cum să-i înţeleg pe cei ce stau afară,
Sunt oare ei înfrânţii sau eu sunt cel învins?
Puteam să stau aşa pentru-eternitate
Precum nimicul ce nu se vrea a piere
Dar ce-i lumina caldă fără libertate
Şi rece strop de ploaie fără de cădere?
Aşa c-am părăsit mormântul meu de gheaţă
Ce-n urma-mi se topea scurgandu-se-n pământ,
Şi-am auzit apoi cum mă strigă la viaţă
O fată îmbrăcată într-un alb veşmânt.
Cu ochii-ntredeschişi o studiam atent
ConfusedI want to be aloneConfused9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But once I am
I can't stand
I want everything to be quiet
But once it is
I can't stand
I want to live my life
But once I start
I just feel like dying
I want to be happy
But once I am
I always become sad
I want to laugh
But when I do
I feel like crying
I want to be loved
But once I am
I feel nothing but hate
I want to forget the past
But once I do
I feel ashamed
I want to be strong
But once I am
I always become weak
I don't know
I don't know why
I feel this way
Just please understand
Trust"I have trust issues..."Trust6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I say as you sit and stare.
"So, what do you mean?"
You ask, not understanding.
I don't know how to explain.
But I try my best.
"I have trouble trusting people."
I slowly say.
You simply say.
As if you understand.
"Well, that's not,
That big of a deal."
You don't understand.
"Yes it is."
I simply say.
"I don't see how that is,
Everyone is like that."
You try to play it down.
"No, you're wrong."
So very wrong.
You don't know what its like,
To be around your friends and familly,
The people you care about.
And not trust them.
Not be able to trust them.
No matter how much you want to.
You don't know what it feels like.
The paranoia, the fear.
The guilt, the pain.
The self-hate, the resentment.
Feel so empty inside.
So isolated from everyone.
Even around many, I feel so alone.
"Why are you like this?"
"Because of my past."
I say quietly.
You want to understand.
"Yes, my trust was abused,
Back when I was younger."
Meanings...Is it, love, just a lie or is it true?Meanings...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it, happiness, just a dream or is it reality?
Is it, this life, just passing before your eyes or does it deserve to be lived?
Is it, human, just an emotionless puppet or does he have feelings?
Is it, death, just painful or is it a step forward to a new begining?
Are those memories just a waste of time or do they fill your soul?
Is there anyone in the world who is careless or is he just ignorant?
Are those words just meaningless or do they capture your attention?
Are you wondering is it life or is it death?
ZodiacSunt oameni care seamănă atât de bine cu nişte stânciZodiac4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
încât te aştepţi să vezi din clipă-n clipă
turişti veniţi din toată lumea
să-i atingă şi
care să se caţere
de la gleznele până la tâmplele lor,
doar ca să se sinucidă poetic
în lumina Soarelui -
ei nu se numesc sinucigaşi,
Sunt oameni care-şi lasă sufletul sa se joace în parc
doar toamna -
să poată avea o scuză
atunci când îl lasă
Sunt mulţi oameni,
dar mie-mi plac cel mai mult
oamenii care şi-au născut sufletul vara
în zile cu număr par.