Cancer .:Frerard:.He was dying and I couldnt do anything about it, he was hurt. I couldnt even see him. I would have to wait outside in the hallway, until 10 a.m., waiting to see him. He was beautiful; hair or no hair, asleep or awake, cancer or no cancer. I was constantly crying since he had been brought in this horrible, death-ridden place. The doctors couldnt feed him right, nor keep enough water by his bed to drink. Thats why I stayed here, all of the time, thinking of him. Sleep was about to take over me when a doctor appeared in front of my tucked up body. I sleepily looked up to him, at first he was a mere blurry figure, then my vision focused.Cancer .:Frerard:.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You may see him now if youd like. He whispered to me, telling that I was tired as hell. I nodded, and slowly got up and stretched. I grabbed my water bottle as I yawned, turned around and walked into the empty room across from were I was sitting. I saw the sleeping figure of my love; he shifted to face me as I sat
Drunken GatesRing.Drunken Gates7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Motherfucking RING .
For god damn fuckings sake! Someone answer the goddamn phone! Zack screams at no one in particular, knowing his house is empty but not caring either way. He sighs and rolls over, ready to ignore the painful ringing filling his ears.
Thats probably one of the guys. He thinks, and then immediately feels guilty for ignoring the phone. He remembers the rest of the guys went to the movies. What time is it anyway? He shoots a look at the clock and sees that its 12:34 am.
Grumbling and whipping the sheets off him, he shivered as the cool air hit him.
There better be a goddamn good reason for this. He coughs, and shuffles over to his pants to grab his phone out of the pocket.
Zack snaps the phone open and holds it to his ear, surprised it was even still ringing.
What. And before you even answer let me tell you I am not happy about having to get out of bed for you! He
in a candles eye...a post death sleeping beautyin a candles eye...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is deception through his eyes
reflecting a paradise of a ghosted love
etched with only his version of collected memories
in shadows of imagined surrender
even as she talks of wishing wells of new futures
he cannot hear the crackle
of graveyard sticks and stones beneath her feet
so when will his aphotic fantasies end?
will it be when fireflies and halos become
a mother's song of whispered secrets to the babe
or when lace wings and grace are the mistings
of hurricanes within a soul?
or will it be when she wakes beside you
enveloped in your touch, cradled in your kisses
and singing the songs that nestle within your name?
then when you are the moon to her hearts star
will he empty her from his tangled delusions
to chant quietly of what he could not hear to remember
..."she spoke of wings
.......and in the distance
.............was the face of another"
her words were the feathered driftings of the mind's eye
My Chemical Romance Fans...REAL MCR FANSMy Chemical Romance Fans...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Real MCR fans know more songs then just "Welcome To The Black Parade"
2. Real MCR fans know Gerard's brother's name
3. Real MCR fans shout "YES!" when one of their songs comes on the radio
4. Real MCR fans punch or kick anyone (brother/sister/mother/father/friends/family)if they diss MCR or their hair!
5. Real MCR fans know the names of everyone in the band and what they do
6. Real MCR fans search for hours just to find a jacket like the ones the band wear
7. Real MCR fans know all the lyrics to every song
8. Real MCR fans don't say they are just a fan because they like Gerard
9. Real MCR fans have more MCR songs on there ipod/mp3 than any other band
10. Real MCR fans know the name of 'The one with the afro'
11. Real MCR fans have this on there profile!
EgomaniacDear EgomaniacEgomaniac6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You consider yourself superior to all those that surround you
Your undeserved ego rises beyond any possibility of calculation
You feed your pride by demeaning others
To tear them down with your spitefulness
Is psychological masturbation for you.
You claim to possess intelligence
But let me tell you something
Memorising a textbook and then vocalising information
Does not make you intelligent
It only shows your lack of knowledge on all that is truly significant
Quoting facts that were not discovered by yourself
Shows that you can only utilise other peoples knowledge
Not your own.
True wisdom comes from real life experiences
And what you learn from them
A book will never teach you
What life teaches you
No person can ever teach you
What you learn for yourself
You can only learn from what you witness with own your eyes
All else is passed-on information.
That voice you so passionately use
To convey your intelligence
To prove your superiority
eyeswritten about a past love, no regrets no remorse his eyes are vacant but in order to understand you need to see what i once saw. in his eyes.eyes11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yin and Yang"Momma... I have a secret for you.Yin and Yang5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But you can't tell anyone,
especially not Dad.
Please, not Dad. Okay?"
"What is this world coming to?!
My child, I love you but this is wrong.
I should have known all along.
This is disgusting.
It is not natural, it's habitual
your spending time
with those fags."
"But Momma, this is who I am.
I was hoping that you'd understand,
how I see the beauty in yin and yang.
Men and women are truly the same,
in these blind eyes and open heart.
Is it wrong to love someone,
to see past their body parts?"
A muse from Moscow."She's like a...a soft doll.A muse from Moscow.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She always smells of musky, sweet perfume - nothing less than a Chanel number.
5, exactly. Maybe I only have five minutes to explain."
I feel her grow and stretch like a cloud caught in a high wind in the sky. Slowly, she shifts and curls; an elusive puff of smoke in a dimly lit room, and I never solidly know about her flighty heart.
Her paintings are propaganda for beauty and affluence; exotic ruffles and expensive wine with the telltale dash of red everywhere. Shades of red - pink, burgundy, vermilion and crimson. Sometimes the colours place themselves on her cheeks and structure her pale face; other times she can be perfectly porcelain. A doll. My doll, but not mine.
She looks people in the eye when she speaks to them. They can feel the warmth that radiates from her voice, tainted with a touch of sarcasm that's veiled by wit. I watch her, I feel we're worlds apart on the surface. Underneath, we're linked in a thousand more ways I can
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It's Funny How You Bleed.Funny how youIt's Funny How You Bleed.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't even realize
Until you really
Funny how the
Down your arm
Can take the
Can do it to
Can hide it
Pain is the only
Release from the urge
The urge to see
Your own blood
Weeping the hurt away
Relieving the misery
In your heart
Why are you so sick
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Are you near me? - chapter 2 [Frerard]FRANK'S POVAre you near me? - chapter 2 [Frerard]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I walked out of the supermarket and held the bag with food close, to the park. Staring at the ground I walked over the street, hearing a car just driving past me. I smiled a little and jumped on the street. Mom says I don't see danger in things. That's funny. She says I changed, that the boy she took in changed a lot. Maybe I did, but not in a bad way.
I walked into the park and walked through it until I saw the boy from next door on a bench, sleeping. I watched him for maybe 10 minutes before I moved him a little. "Wake up..." I whispered, looking at his face. I touched it slowly with my fingers before he opened his eyes. I took my hand back and smiled at him. "You can't sleep in the park, silly."
He stared at me before he sat slowly up, rubbing his eyes. "D-Did I fall asleep?" he whispered. I giggled and nodded. He sighed. "Great." he ran a hand through his hair and kept looking at me.
I just smiled at him and hugged the bag. "You're the new kid from next door, right?" I
Six word story: Graffiti"I understand statues, but why people?"Six word story: Graffiti5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This