MurdocX2D - A big tour ch 18How long had it been? Three months? Three, almost four months since 2D left Kong studios. The whole place wasn't the same at all without the blue haired singer. He was a part of the place. He was a part of the band. He was a big part of their FAMILY. None of the band members had the feeling to do anything. Noodle had spent the most of her time by looking out through the window like a puppy that waited for its owner to come home and play with it. She had waited like crazy for several hours every day for the singer to come back. Sometimes when she wasn't looking through the window every fifth minute she used to walk into the singer room and lay down on his bed. She used to fall asleep there and later the drummer had to come and pick her up and carry her back to her own room. Russel felt horrible to see the poor girl suffer like that. He had tried his best to make Noodle feel better. He always used to walk up to her and ask her how she felt and suggested different things they could do togMurdocX2D - A big tour ch 184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 28~~~~Big day~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 284 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2D was sleeping soundly in his room when he suddenly felt a shaking on his shoulder. "Uhn?" What was that? WHO was that?! "Wot?...'o?" He didn't open his eyes. "...Stop shakin' me!" A giggle sounded and the shaking stopped. Noodle. "Noodle-luv...wot're ya doin' in meh room?" He rubbed his eyes sleepily. The young guitarist smiled. "It's big day today, 2D-kun!" She started to pull him up from the bed. "You must get ready!" 2D blinked several times, trying to make up fast enough. "Wot?!" Was it really the day to get married?! A giant smile showed on his face. "Woo!" He sat up straight, ignoring the small pain from the still healing gash in his stomach. Noodle jumped back in surprise.
"2D-kun. I help you with outfit, yes?" The singer smiled and nodded. "Yeah...sure ya can , Noods." He got up of
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 11~~~~~1 week later~~~~Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 115 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Whoa, D! That's a lot of food." Russel gawked at the table covered in breakfast food. The singer, blowing on his pancakes, looked up at the drummer. "Oh, ello." Russel walked over to the table and sat down. "Yo, you're eatin' quite a bit of food, this mornin'." 2D blinked at him and looked down at his plate. "Well...I-Um...OH! Hi, Muds!" The bluenette waved at the bassist walking into the kitchen. "Hey..'D." He lazily waved back, heading for the fridge, then looked over at the table. "Holy bollocks! Ya think ya got enough food there, mate?" 2D frowned. "It isn' dat much food." Murdoc scoffed. "Russel doesn't even eat that much, 2D." Hurt showed on the singer's face. "Yer callin' meh fat, den?" Murdoc's smile faded. "Wait, no! Yer as skinny as a twig!" The singer pushes away his plate and got up from his chair, only to be pushed back down by Murdoc. "Jus' eat..." Russel shook his head and grabbed a bag of chips, heading back to his room. Looking to make
SexualityWhy is it that it's okay for a man and a woman a boy and a girl to kiss in public, or two women to lock lips onstage, where if it were two men, it just wouldn't be accepted? Don't say it's not true, because it is. It's okay for Madonna and Britney or Madonna and Christina or Kylie and Ana Matronic to kiss onstage, but when Adam Lambert kisses his guitarist, it's unacceptable. It's an abomination. "What if our children saw that?" "Oh, we're so sorry, overly-concerned extreme Christian American. We'll fine the network and scold Mr Lambert, even if it was after the watershed. Meanwhile, treat your undoubtedly emotionally scarred children to a game of Call Of Duty or Grand Theft Auto. We'll make sure all of our guests suppress themselves from now on."Sexuality5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It's pathetic. Let people express themselves. You need to let your children to grow up to be tolerant and strong, not
Murdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 32Artist's comment: I can't believe I couldn't think of ANYTHING good. I literally spent 2 weeks restarting this over and over. And still nothing good came out of it. Fuck...I'm so sorry...There will be things that I look forward to writing out...but it'll take some time to get to them...I'm filling in the boring stuff as much as I can. Forgive me. :CMurdocx2D Yaoi Story pt. 324 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wot the fuck happened?" A distant, muffled voice asked. Murdoc's voice. "Well...we DID get along for the first few minutes...and then...it turned rotten real fast. David--" Rachel's voice was cut off quickly. "Oh! It's always David! If he's got a problem wit' me, then me and him'll talk it out! He needs to leave Stuart out of it!" The bassist was getting angry. "I know..." A quiet growl. "Where the fuck is he, anyway?" There was a pause. "At work. Stuart's in here."
A door opened and light blin
Murdocx2D Yaoi story pt 20I decided to stop dilly-dallying and get right to the birthMurdocx2D Yaoi story pt 205 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~~~~The big day~~~~
It's been nearly a whole month since the last ultrasound, and 2D was tired of the being inside of him. He was so tired of the kicking as well as the cramps he got FROM the kicking. As he sat on the couch in the Winne, his mind began to roam again. The diaper changing, the child bathing, teaching her manners. "Ugh!" He just wasn't ready. His eyes focused on the clock on the wall, his mind still racing. "Everybody's here wif me...got no camera to see...don' fink 'm all in dis world...da camera won'--" He cut himself off with a yawn. His attention turned to the door as it swung open and the bassist stepped in with a plastic bag. "Oh, 'ey Muds." The bassist smiled and handed the singer the bag. "I jus' went to Taco Bell." Digging into the bag, 2D quickly unwrapped a taco and bit into it. "Mmm. Fanks Muh-doc!"
Maps Not Meant For FollowingI bet you missed me when I went away. "You’ll come back," you thought. When I didn’t you bit your lip, but you were sure I would make it with time. After the second day, and the day after that, the doubts started to creep in. You caught yourself sucking in a painful breath whenever you saw something of mine lying around. Bits of my life left with you would slither into your sight when you least expected it the same way the memories would swamp you if given the slightest chance.Maps Not Meant For Following2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When days turned into a week, you entered into a hush drunk state: eyes bleary and sore from holding back any semblance of emotion. You were quiet, but not calm. Your hands became tumultuous storms when you'd glance over at our picture, fingers becoming tidal waves as you would toss it onto the bed. You were tired, but not nearly tired enough to forget.
On its own, you would find your body shaking at the brush of your own fingers across your skin, a reminder of where I touched you last. And the
Mistaken MasterpieceShe stared at her masterpiece, her grey eyes filled with bemusement.Mistaken Masterpiece6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She had spent her entire life on this labour of love, this sprawling expanse of another world that mapped love and hatred, sorrow and joy, good and evil, and all the shades of grey in between those polar opposites.
She had spent hours, days, weeks, months hunched over her lined A4 notebook. Never a computer. She had skipped meals and social occasions, conversations and friendships.
When she had placed the last word of the first draft of her novel, she had been twenty, and was already thinking of ways in which she could improve it. She stayed locked in her minuscule study, still working on her piece with the same adoration and wonderment as she had felt burning in her soul all those years back, when, with a shaking hands and a blue crayon, she had scribbled down the first sentence of the project that would come to dominate and dictate the course of her life after it.
She grew older, dropping out of her education to con
Lover's ThoughtYou asked me at one point if I thought that you loved himLover's Thought6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think you did...for a while anyway.
While everything was still made of smiles
and happiness, when fights weren't part
of every nighttime conversation.
You loved him before distance separated
the two of you, in which you weren't going
to be able to see him everyday, to prevent
him from turning his back on you and chasing
the nearest skirt.
But, most of all, I think you loved him,
because you were afraid of loving me.
I represented total happiness, away from
the pain and heartache of previous relationships.
And when I stepped back into the picture;
underneath the fireworks on that cold night,
In the end, you loved him,
because you were too afraid
to fall for me then.
Streamed ConsciousnessI can't find the words anymore,Streamed Consciousness6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They seem to evade my grasp.
My voice cracks and dies,
My hand fails to write what I want,
And I cry.
The pen feels so heavy,
the ink too thick.
Thoughts swirl about my mind,
nipping and scratching
but never entering.
The words catch inside
As they fight to flow out,
But never in order,
The pen smudges paper but not with creations.
Cluttered, chaotic images are hard to capture,
just beyond consciousness.
The world is a blurred mosaic;
seeing but not quite comprehending,
I fight to keep my thoughts from fleeing.
Can I find the words to convey how I feel?
Could my thoughts come together long enough
to form sentences of consciousness?
For if my hand cannot lift to write the images in my mind,
I fear I might just lose myself all in all.
ThankfulThankful6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You treat me like I'm a person
Like I have true feelings
And that means a lot to me
You treat me like I do exist
Like I still live on planet earth.
You have helped me gain meaning
When I couldn't save me from myself
You rescued me when no one else would
And then when I began to doubt myself
You were there saying I could
Baby, for you I'm thankful
Ever since you came into my life
I have changed for the better
Baby, for you I'm thankful
Now that you're here in my life
I can defeat any bad weather
Walkwith black heartWalk6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(save the running start
for the olympics)
i forgot every lesson
that she had taught
with every single step
the ground got more soft
and the stepping, itself
became so hard
close to my star
my life in
"just stop fucking crying!"
i screamed in her ear...
than i reached for my face,
and wiped away my own tears///
PharmaceuticalsDrowned, so pitifulPharmaceuticals6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a sea of pharmaceuticals
And take away a breath
- Will Schenck
Do you know?His hand found hers from the other end of the sofa, teasing her fingers until it finally settled on top of her small hand. For a while, there were no words. Even the greatest of poets and the most flexible writers of prose can't say everything with their art. Sometimes it's a touch that means the world, the contact of a hug or the comforting presence of a heartbeat. He used to listen to hers, back when he thought he deserved it.Do you know?5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Because it's yours, and it's there."
Her breathing became labored, indicating that she was forcing back the tears which she knew would accomplish nothing. It wasn't logical, anyway, to be sad. Everyone must part ways. Even the deepest emotions are nothing more than a farce, that's what she always told herself during those nights when her only comfort was found in tracing the lines of the ceiling tiles until she ended up back at where she had begun, anything better than watching the clock tell her time was moving without her. If the great thinkers of our
My Play On Words My Play On WordsMy Play On Words5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you've never lived,
Then you've probably died,
If you've ever laughed,
You've probably cried,
And if you've smiled,
You've most likely frowned,
If you've ever been lost,
Then maybe you've been found.
If you've started the beginning,
I guarantee you'll meet your end,
If you gain an enemy,
I can almost promise you'll lose a friend,
If you've ever had a heart,
Maybe it's been broken,
If you were given a mouth,
Then maybe you've spoken.
But results may vary.
You'll dread tomorrow,
If you hated today,
You'll know you got the last word,
If there's nothing left to say,
You'll say you remember,
Even if you forgot,
You'll go in pretending things are better,
Even if it's obvious they're not.
But then again, what do I know?
I Am WorthyHe had needed to hear me breaking, to hear the absolute sadness besieging my voice. But you were there for me, dearest, not him. You were there with trembling tears and unsteady hands. When hisI Am Worthy9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
lovehate became too much for my twisted fingers to hold you cupped your hands over mine, trying to salvage the flecks of who I was. Who I could be.
Brushing away the parts of him that I thought held me together, you helped me start anew. You let your words of love drip into my bones and percolate beneath my skin. Citing the fact that saying a mantra is the first step to believing in it. Oh did you make me repeat it, some nights I swear I could see the stars twinkle into the shape of the words:
"You are worthy."
I must admit, it took me what seemed like eons to realize that worth comes from more than the people you fall in love with. That you can not base your worth off of how you look, how you walk, or talk when you're with them. You said that I do not need their validation to
A Purgingi've been living, so long, at the pace of my breathA Purging6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the pace of the beating
in my ribcage (slash) chest
but as each inhale,
slowly lowers in depth
my stomach rumbles at me,
i say, "save your breath,"
i'll pass on dinner
im facing off, with death
like a gentleman
living faster than the pace
of my breath
my breath: thin
just to let you know...
you let me in,
but i'm leavin'
don't reek of vomit
i'll come back
Dandelion DaughterShe is my dandelion girl,Dandelion Daughter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a graceful, yellow weed
with puffs for hair.
She tells me she isn't
trying to be beautiful.
Her moonstone fingers
are braiding hopes and love
into the strands of her
hair as she idly chatters
of how the sun seems to
shine a little yellower
with you there.
She becomes something
exceptional, a garden
filled with starlight and
teacups. She will remind you
the sun is also a star and
that we often overlook
those closest to us.
Split MusesMy mind and heart are welded one,Split Muses6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though science tells me otherwise.
A chart, showing the locations of organs
Can prove this concept, fool my eyes.
Though deep in thought, I find the pathway
That convinces me, makes or breaks the day.
Brain and logic tell me what is right,
but heart and conscience moves me to do so.
What is good is oftentimes not what is true,
So the head is the guide, perhaps.
Other times the heart leads me to do
what is right, despite the hardship.
Half human, half light?
Half right half wrong.
Half blatant, half covered?
Half poem, half song.
Another day, another ruse
The times are off, and we abuse-
Free will, and break the promise kept...
Maybe we are just inept?
We are like water, in forms ever-changing,
Destructive, then creative attitudes.
Here the anger exists, ever-ranging,
and seldom changing with altitudes.
If that then makes us emotional creatures,
With possibility of knowing wisdom...
How can we stand with divided features?
backyard astronomerWhen I saw the neighbor's namebackyard astronomer6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the obituary,
I thought of his telescope
looking out into the universe
on the balcony with a pen
and the almanac open
to the astronomy section.
I thought of how he did not wake up early
to watch the morning rise red,
but to see that the sun and the moon
know how to share a sky.
I thought of the apples he ate for breakfast,
how each core became that of a new sun
in his interpretation of the solar system.
("There is at least a nibble
in every celestial body out there
and the teeth marks show,
but they still exist
and they still go on").
I thought of how he always said
he was never too interested in gardening,
but that the flowers that reminded of stars were nice
because he could plant his own constellations.
so now, Orion sprawls across his lawn
with a belt of bluebells
and an azalea weapon,
the little dipper is a smoldering chain
and the weeds are the unknown spaces
He was the third person
down the line in the obituary
RevileKillRevile6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lights are too damn bright
Your mouth is too damn wide
Your arms, you're so damn warm
Your life is so damn short
Forever LingerI fell too hard, too fastForever Linger6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and this will never last
You're only a man I just met
and I'm just the first girl
who would give you any love.
And I know it's only a matter of time
before I'm torn apart again,
so let us not pretend
that forever really exists.
My head won't stop spinning
and what did I miss this time?
Somehow life turned upside-down
and I didn't have time to turn with it.
Here I am permeated by your smell as
I wrap myself in your battered hoodie,
and biting chapped and bleeding lips
to taste long-gone kisses.
And I know it won't take very long
before you tear me down again,
so let us not pretend
that forever really exists.
So here I am feeling pathetic
and lousy and miserable,
because I know I loved you way too soon,
way too quickly and way too much.
Next time I promise I'll think before I fall
even though I know it would all
be just the same.
I know I won't take long
to fall to pieces again,
but please let me take a chance to pretend
that with you, forever could exis