Fading All My ColorsOceans of silence tear the stars,Fading All My Colors6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
looking for a dream,
a spark to hold
in the nameless gray mass
(I never could get you to see me. )
Wings of hope,
feathers darkening to the color
of a desperate wish,
beat the air, fluttering,
tattooing the tempo of the heart.
(I guess you didn't hear mine breaking.)
The dove cries out in tuneless song,
a sound without a name, lasting far too long.
The wind it blows, and goes nowhere.
Without the stars, the moon despairs.
(I'm lost here in the dark.)
Beauty sours with sorrow's touch,
The fire dies, but the embers burn,
long after they should have gone cold.
Ghostly smoke twists, lost in the night.
(I'm trying to find my way back. )
The milky sky
seems to bleach the colors
of leaves that won't fall from the trees,
even though they no longer bring beauty
to the skeleton twigs that scrape at the air.
(You're fading all my colors.)
Playing SupermanMaybe I just wanted to play SupermanPlaying Superman5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because you were my friend,
and I saw you being robbed of hope
each time you hid inside yourself.
There were times I thought
you would never resurface.
You didn't want your dreams to come true
because they were nightmares,
and you insisted
you didn't believe in happy endings.
I always wondered why
you didn't rewrite the story.
I promised to fly you
to a new beginning,
but you laughed darkly,
and said you were afraid of heights.
I remember when
you used to climb mountains.
Once upon a time, you watched
the birds dance in the sky,
and you laughed because
you could hear the music
they moved to.
I wonder when you
I put on my cape
and decided to be your Supeman,
but you hid kryptonite in corners,
and told me to leave you alone.
The light I brought was so bright
it burned your eyes.
I saw your demons,
and realized I couldn't
make them leave you alone,
because you kept calling them back.
They answered you
night after night.
Faded SunshineToday I bathed in faded sunshine,Faded Sunshine5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hoping it would awaken
the wholeness of my heart,
and remind me of a child
who could get lost in passing clouds,
or wander through the woods
searching for hidden things.
Or maybe I thought
it would bleach my skin
until I was a walking star,
and then when people saw me
what wishing felt like.
Perhaps I thought
it would be a cradle
for my mind,
and would rock me
into my own world,
where I could chase butterflies
without worrying every time
they slipped though my fingers.
Lunar LoveI tasted your kissesLunar Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
singing on my tongue.
I watched your eyes,
and the bareness
of your china face
unfold as the petals
of a dawn rose.
Your velvet stare
was like a lake reflecting stars
on a night meant for wishing.
So I scooped you up
in an embrace
that could move mountains,
and we danced together
to the moon and back.
A Poet's HeartA poet keeps starred glassA Poet's Heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to catch a shy rainbow,
to paint a page in pastel hues,
a sunset of words.
Poets bathe with emotion,
dine with dreams,
play with faith,
and write with reckless hearts,
Poets catch fireflies
and shooting stars,
delighting in luminescent jam jars,
and never failing to light the world.
Poets are seekers
with words in their hearts
and a song in their soul,
creatures of star and fire and air,
flying on the ground.
I Love YouWe danced in the cut grassI Love You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and spring rain, a dance to
the music of our imaginings,
childhood innocence singing in the dawn.
I love you.
We laughed and clapped at moths
with chubby fingers, ghostly
in twilight, and spun until
we were so dizzy we couldn't breathe.
I love you.
We flew kites on the beach
and left unfinished footprints
in the soft sand, until the waves came
and washed them away,
leaving smooth grains,
a blank canvas.
I love you.
We emptied our wallets
in midsummer carnivals, buying
sweets and gummy lozenges
from greasy booths, sticky mouths,
I love you.
We stood at the secret pond
tucked behind alders, and threw
bread, chewy and stale,
to ducks who delighted in
preening their feathers in front of
two who only had eyes
for each other.
I love you.
I brought you glow in the dark stars
to light the strange room
they said you had to sleep in,
and sang a lullaby to make you forget
the beeping machines.
I love you.
I stood and watched the rain
Painting the OceanThe sun played with our hairPainting the Ocean5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as sand ran through our fingers,
begging to be formed into a castle
with salty moat and fingerprinted turrets.
The waves rushed on to the beach,
an invitation for two pairs of feet
to play saltwater tag,
a young mermaid's delight.
We ran and laughed and splashed,
making aqueous drops catch the sun,
a tiny rainbow created
in the blink of an eye.
We leaped in and out of froth,
squealing and searching
for a shell whole and unmarred,
small treasures from the waves
to be made into clinking bracelets
by patient mothers.
We drew pictures in the sand
and stared as the water wiped them clean,
not sadly did we watch them float away,
for we knew our pictures
could paint the ocean.
-The Damned--The Damned-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hearts aching with strain, screams of sickening pain,
Tear stained insane glares their cries pierce the night air.
'We are the things that run in the night,
The creatures of death that kill off the light,
Our screams are your nightmares, our faces your doom,
Within the shadows behind you we loom,
Here in this hell, forever to die,
Out of the darkness, on sorrow we thrive,
Bringing you anguish, we're desolate beings,
Shadows around you that aren't what they seem,
Caught in a warp of what we could be,
What we are and what we should be,
Making life's roads never straight,
We roam in the darkness, guarding the black gate,
Making you tremble, making you fear,
Making you writhe, while we draw ever near,
Warping your vision, haunting your dreams,
Chasing you down, making you scream,
Killing you slowly, you can't get away,
We hunt in the night and stalk in the day,
We are the fallen that you have forgotten
So we come like a plague leaving you rotten,'
These cries of the damned ring through the
Poet's MusingsStardust, many colored sand.Poet's Musings5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wispy dreams and winged things,
Glitter and play-dough and fireflies.
Carnival music, greasy stands and pastel balloons,
cotton candy threading glitz through feathered illusions
produced by prestidigitators.
Gray waves and glassy sand mirrors falling stars
that stretch black velvet hiding silver whispers.
Heart swirling and churning with feelings stored away
to imprint the taste of a lazy Tuesday twilight
where lovers blush with the sky,
and clouds go sailing to a sickle moon.
Strings, wire, glue, rust, oil, and gears
fill a young inventor's mind
with clanking and thudding,
a music his fingers itch to dance to
and lose themselves in,
as a writer drowns in words unborn,
begging to be cobbled together
into a burst of soul,
a fleeting flash
that leaves the mind unsure
and the heart refreshed.
-To Die--To Die-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Standing here in pain and tears,
Lost in memories, the hell of past years.
Emotions shifting, anger gripping,
Going numb, grip is slipping.
Left in darkness, drown in fears,
Trapped in silence, deafening to my ears.
Stumbling along, flesh is ripping,
Blood pours out, keep on tripping.
Heart is empty, soul is black,
Screams echo out, so much is lacked.
Eyes burn, bones crumble,
In sorrow die, in darkness stumble.
Head gets dizzy, knees go weak,
Lungs give out, rotting flesh starts to reek.
Laying here, choked with tears,
Heartbeat stops, mind floods with fears.
So this is death, my last day gone by,
The end of this life, the last night I'll cry.
Just wanting comfort, to feel warm skin,
Too bad it's too late to ever feel again.
Christian WomenChristian Women9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
before me sit the Christian women, and I can see them
in my mind's eye upon their backs, husbands lunging on beds
between legs, for the primal craft of love lifted high and holy
toward something more than merely mortal
before me sit the Christian women
heads bowed, plump breasts bare and risen
for the lips of cradled infants
as prayer drips like lamb's blood from their mouths, saying
pass over us, for we have done well
before me sit the Christian women
and I am humbled, for I have
no equal aspiration
Room 307Eisoptrophobia - Fear of mirrors or seeing one's own reflectionRoom 3076 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I sat there on the bed, my legs pulled close to my chest, head resting on my knees. It was the only way I could make myself comfortable in that impossibly uncomfortable room. How could anyone be comfortable in a room with blank, white walls, one window with drab white blinds, and stark white sheets on a stiff mattress. A stiff mattress on a cot. I didn't know how it could really be considered a bed. And who could forget the sterile, white tiles beneath the legs of the cot.
Room 307; my living Hell.
Whoever was the cruel soul who decided it would be a good idea to look me in this room needed to spend a week or two in it themselves. I would have been perfectly fine outside of that room. I would have survived out there. It would have been hard, but I would have. Then they decided to lock me up.
"The 300 wing is for our... special cases," I heard someone say on the other side of the locked door. A doctor or someone must
Quotes -4.15.10-Quotes from the Foxy Shazam / The Young Veins / Bad Rabbits Concert on April 15th 2010.Quotes -4.15.10-5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Foxy Shazam Merch Guy: Hey there! Look at all this great Foxy Shazam merchandise!
Will (TYV Merch Guy): No, don't trust him. He's got a mustache. Don't trust guys with mustaches...No, seriously, who can you think of that is GOOD that has a mustache. Adolf Hitler...
Friend: Can I have your number?
Will: ...No, you can not have my number...Why would I give you my number?
Friend: Hey, hey guy! I love your bass!
Lead Singer of Bad Rabbits:You love his face?
Friend: Oh, no, I love his bass!
Lead Singer: *turns to bassist* I love your face, man, I love your face!
Jon Walker: I-I think someone just threw underwear at us....?
Ryan Ross: *looks over shoulder at underwear* *looks back at Jon* They did. *looks over at us* Well one times I was in South Africa and a pair of underwear almost got me in trouble, so that is what this song is about.
Eric Nally: So Robert* came up to me after the show and was like "He
Witch BottleWitch Bottle6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To lift that bottle now,
hearing the pins and bent nails
rattle in their bitter wash,
is to shake his hand
come out at last from under
what held him
to feel his measure of that
at work between trips
to the butcher and the bank
as it wore his tongue
rough with accounting
broken panes of glass,
absent things, the gate
hanging not as he left it.
Its weight commends him
on the defense he buried
in keeping with tradition, perhaps
beneath his hearth a while,
then beside his door
instead, hidden and unbroken
that bulb of earth filled
heavy as salt with mean
things waste, nails, glass,
clippings of what used to grow
and what would grow back
putting his whole life in,
tipping it upside-down,
pricking his unrest with what
lasts longest after all
some fingernails, a knot of hair,
a strip of leather
cut to the shape of a heart.
HeartlessIf you want to kiss me,Heartless5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sure I'll enjoy the way you taste
Just don't expect my heart to beat
Don't worry, love.
If you press your ear to my chest
You'll probably hear a steady rhythm
I've filled the gap as best I can
With a composite
Of blood vessels
And nerve endings
It's not that I've never had one
I just gave it away
To a girl with bright, pretty eyes
She took it with her, you know
Over six thousand miles away
Where it probably picked up
A fine coating of sand
And the smell of gunmetal
I don't know, love.
I'm not really sure where it is now
Collecting dust, maybe
In a shoebox under a bunk
With an old letter
And a photograph
And sometimes, I think it gives a little flutter
When that girl smiles
Because I always loved her smile best of all
But if you want to hold me,
I'm certain I'll fit right into the crook of your arm
And if you want to touch me,
I've no doubt you can make me feel good
Just don't wait for my heart to beat
Jatt - Every StarfallMatt spread his arms, draping them over the back of the couch as he released a groan. The tension in his muscles was unbearable; a low, somewhat electrical tenderness that jolted through his every nerve whenever he moved too suddenly.Jatt - Every Starfall4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was hell, to the say the least, especially because Matt prided himself on being a bit of a neat-freak and his soreness prevented him from cleaning up the tour bus.
"Brian!" he called into the bunk area, where he could hear his lead guitarist and friend shuffling through clothes. "Hey, do you think you could - "
"Don't you dare ask me to tidy something up for you," was Brian's clipped, curt reply.
Matt blinked and shifted just the slightest, turning his head in order to shoot a glare toward the bunkroom.
"What the hell?" he said sharply. He wasn't offended, just a little upset that his band mates refused to help him when he ached so badly that he couldn't walk without crying out. "All I wanted you to do was grab that magazine Arin threw on the floor ear
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not (Bratt)He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not (Bratt):He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not (Bratt)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matt Sanders sat on the plush lounge chair set on the balcony just off his fourth-floor suite. He and his bandmates were staying at a luxurious hotel in Paris, France. They had a rare night off and instead of hitting local nightspots with the other guys, he decided to stay behind on his own so that he could clear his head and catch his breath.
The world tour they were on had been going amazingly well. Each show had been sold out and electric with the passion in which their fans had during each of those shows. But living on a constant speeding roller coaster was playing total havoc with Matt's life. Not only had he been having issues with his vocal chords, but his personal life away from the band had taken the biggest hit. Just a couple of weeks prior to going out on the European leg of their world tour, he had moved out of the spacious house he shared with his longtime girlfriend, took his dog and m
Hate To Love Part Four (Synacky Mpreg)Hate To Love Part Four (Synacky Mpreg)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hate To Love Part Four (Synacky):
Brian trudged through the trees, into the clearing that had been The Spot for many years. He was a bit confused by Zacky wanting to meet right away and not telling him anything other than it was important. "What's up, Zee?" he asked, sitting on the contorted tree trunk beside Zacky with a sigh.
"Uhm...I...Uhhh...have to tell you something, and...uhhhmmm...you're not gonna like it."
"Okay. What is it?"
"Well, Ziah and I were out at Fabiano's and...uhhhmmm...we saw and heard something that you should really know about."
"They come out with an amazing new pasta dish?" Brian asked with a smirk.
Zacky sighed, rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No, Brian, this has nothing to do with pasta or any other food. This is really serious."
Brian felt his heart drop a little. "What's wrong, Zack? Ya know, you can tell me anything."
"I just hope you still feel that
Turn Me On"Matt, where do we keep the clean sheets in this fucking apartment?"Turn Me On3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sound of Brian's irritated voice came from above Matt's previously sleeping form, making the younger man groan in annoyance. It seemed like every time Matt got a decent night's sleep with amazing dreams, Brian just had to disturb him with some stupid request about water or Starbucks or now clean sheets. Why the fuck would he need sheets at 1 in the morning, unless-
Realizing things about Brian was never one of Matt's favourite things to do.
"Oh my god, Brian, you can't be fucking serious," Matt groaned, pushing himself up in bed and glaring at his roommate, wanting nothing more than to punch him in the face. "Johnny's only been away for one day and you're already resorting to your hand to-"
"We have sex every day, Matthew! I'm fucking needy right now, the only thing I fucking have is my right hand and... never mind. Just find me the sheets, please," Brian sighed, storming out of Matt and Zacky's room with his dirt
Hate To Love Part One (Synacky Mpreg)Hate To Love Part One (Synacky Mpreg)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hate To Love Part One (Synacky Mpreg):
Zacky Baker nibbled at his bottom lip as he sat in his BMW, pondering just exactly how he was going to tell his best friend two very important things that he knew that he had to tell him. He also knew that it would be, without a doubt, an extremely difficult task, and he most likely wouldn't be believed on either account.
"How did my life come to this?" Zacky asked himself.
(Two months prior)
Ziah Baker and Evi Haner lounged around the massive pool that was part of Vengeance Manor, home to Avenged Sevenfold's guitarist Zacky Vengeance, Ziah's older brother.
"Ya know, Evi, I'm surprised that neither of our brothers have come out with full burkas to cover us up," Ziah laughed, motioning to the awesome Avenged Sevenfold bikinis they were wearing.
"I know," Evi laughed. "I mean, what is it that makes our
Hate To Love Part Two (Synacky Mpreg)Hate To Love Part Two (Synacky Mpreg)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hate To Love Part Two (Synacky Mpreg):
(Two days later)
Zacky and Ziah walked down the beach, his arm around her shoulders as his two dogs frolicked a few feet in front of them.
"So, how's your face, bro?" Ziah asked, slipping her arm around Zacky's waist.
"Are you sure? Those scratches look like they hurt."
"They sting a little bit. But you hit me harder when you were two," Zacky grinned, kissing the side of her head.
"Well, you did teach me how to punch," Ziah said proudly.
"I had to. I wanted to make sure you could in case I wasn't around to do it for you."
"That, I do know. But I still wanna kick Gena's ass."
"Sissy, she slapped me and she didn't hurt me."
"The slap may not have hurt, but that abominable hosebeast used you as her own personal ATM and put you down on a constant basis. She needs a beatdown...she deserves a beatdown. Can I give it to her? Pret
The Changing Tour IntroThe Changing Tour Intro3 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was the start of a new tour with the typical waiting game scenario already in play. One band was ready and waiting in the main area of the first hotel they were staying in and the other .Well that was why they were still waiting. The other band hadn't turned up yet even though they were due almost an hour ago. The said band waiting was none other then my chemical romance.
'Geee Babyyyy I'm Hungryyyyy,' Whined frank into the silence tugging at the said singers hand desperately for what felt like the hundredth time that half hour, The only response he got was the same as all the other times, A sigh and a roll of the brown eyes before they settled back on the room door patiently.
'Frank shut up!' Growled Mikey who was sitting next to his brother, ' Gees not going to give in either. Your staying put!'
'He might ' Mumbled Frank slowly looking over at Gerard slowly looking hopeful and pleading.
'No Frank,' Said Gerard carefully and slowly making sure he spoke every syllable prop
Once We Have The Words To Say -jatt-There was always something about Matt Sanders that Johnny couldn't understand.Once We Have The Words To Say -jatt-3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He knew why he liked him; he was possibly the sweetest man Johnny had ever met, his dimpled smile had the ability to light up a room, his laugh music to his ears. He was the first to make a move when Johnny was new to the school, almost instantly inviting him to the seat next to him. Matt was the reason he had Zacky, Jimmy and Brian as best friends. He was the one who gave Gerard Way a black eye when he made fun of Johnny's hair, even if his was ten times more obnoxious.
When they were older, Matt let Johnny move in with him when his parents kicked him out. He couldn't pay the rent for the first 3 months but Matt didn't mind, gladly paying the full amount until Johnny was financially stable enough to pay his half. Matt ended up getting a cute little Pomeranian for Johnny at their second Christmas spent together, the look of pure delight on Johnny's face worth all the money spent and more. They'd named him th
Hate To Love Part Six (Synacky Mpreg)Hate To Love Part Six (Synacky Mpreg)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hate To Love Part Six (Synacky Mpreg):
(A couple days later...)
"So," Evi started, dipping a French fry into ketchup and popping it into her mouth.
"So?" Ziah asked, wiping her mouth on a white paper napkin.
"Brian tells me that he's still waiting for Zacky to call him. I mean, I get why he's not really excited to open himself up to my brother again, but I just wish that they'd both get their heads out of their asses and admit that they love each other already," Evi groaned and rolled her eyes.
"I agree with you, but what can we do about it? I know Zacky would be furious with me if I stuck my nose into this."
"Yeah, same with Brian, but ya know what, I don't give a fuck. I say we take matters into our own hands and force them to open their eyes and face the TRUTH."
Ziah nodded her head with a big grin. "I'm in, and I know just the thing to get them together wi