Not EnoughThere's another lonely girlNot Enough4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Would've been alright
But they aren't
There's a million of us out there:
The lonely and heartbroken
We wander the world wishin
Things wouldn't go unspoken
But this world is tough
Words are not enough
A boy cries
In the middle of the night
Wishin his parents
Would just end their fight
So he could get some rest
For just one night
When your family's broken
There's not much to do
You can't even use tape or Elmer's glue
Some things have to remain
There's a million of us out there:
The lonely and heartbroken
We wander the world wishin
Things wouldn't go unspoken
But this world is tough
Life is not enough
best friendsAlways by my sidebest friends4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For countless years
"My grandpa passed away"
you sat in the back of the Church
silently giving your support
I could tell you were uncomfortable
But you sat there anyways
you smiled and said you knew
you knew I was
you knew what I was going though
we practiced how I would tell my parents
role playing for hours
you let me cry on your shoulder
we weighed the options
you drove me to the clinic
holding my hand til you took me home
"I can't do this anymore"
you let me talk
you talked me down from the ledge
took my pills, anything sharp
you made me realize life is worth it
"That's rape isn't it?"
My innocence lost
You helped me retain what innocence I had left
"I need surgery"
you were there when they took me back
you were there as I woke up
still loopy from anesthesia
giggling at every word
"I'm getting married"
you walked down the aisle before me
stood next to me as I said "I do"
caught the bouquet
saw me off
You are my best friend
EyesHave you ever felt eyes burning into the back of your head? Eyes penetrating skin, muscle, bone; piercing so tangibly your soul?Eyes7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hes felt eyes trace; and yearn; and beg to touch.
Hes felt them skimming down the exposed skin of his neck. Place imaginary kisses along that arch; down pale arc of milky white. Eyes that ask to lavish lips on and around his jaw, a shapely cheek. Place hands on slender shoulders and impart the lightest of holds.
Hes felt eyes creating ghost hands to trace down the tops of arms, allow themselves to wander to chest.
Felt those eyes that imagine the sight of his body shivering in response. The eyes of one that can only dream of how wonderful that might feel.
Those eyes relish the lingering gaze that Gerard feels so strongly. And he knows that he is the object of desires unspoken but with every part of their being felt.
On stage he feels them. Drowning out, even, the thousands in front.
They explore most wondrously the curve of his w
Shoe laces: Frerard oneshotI find it most unfortunate to say, that this story is one that begins with the end; the tragic ending of Mister Frank Iero's life. It all started on a seemingly perfect day as Frank and his boyfriend Gerard, along with Gerard's brother Mikey went to an old fashioned movie theater in downtown Belleville.Shoe laces: Frerard oneshot4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Frank and Gerard's relationship started with that of any normal one. Frank was working at a shoe store, and Gerard walked in. Gerard looked at Frank's shoelaces and complimented them. Frank, being the flirty one, asked Gerard to go out to dinner a few minutes later, and Gerard said yes. Their romance had ever so blossomed since then.
"Gerard, this is going to be so much fun!" Frank exclaims. Gerard smiles widely and nods. "Yes, I think it will be too!" Gerard grins. Mikey just walks beside them carrying his infamous poker face look. They reach their seats and sit down.
Frank sits in between Gerard and Mik
Fishy FailFishy Fail3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was past noon and Eridan was hungry for some lunch, and he was having a craving for some fresh fish. So he walked over to the small tank in his hive where fish of different sizes swam around, unaware of their upcoming fate. Eridan could tell that the tank was recently restocked by his seahorse lusus, since the sea dweller wasn't too keen on swimming in the huge, black sea outside his hive to gather food for himself.
Listening to his growling stomach, Eridan reached into the tank and picked up a medium sized, bright colored fish. He grinned as he watched the fish thrash in his grip, he loved it when his food struggled. Eridan quickly opened up his mouth and lifted his head back and he slid the fish inside. The fish's tail hung out of Eridan's mouth as it struggled to escape. But it's efforts were futile as Eridan slurped up the tail and proceeded to swallow the fish in a single gulp. Eridan loved eating live fish whole, because he rather enjoyed the feeling of the fish wriggling down
"Faggot""Faggot"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Last I checked I'm not a bundle bunch of twigs nor am I a lesbian.
Last I checked I'm a human being, who happens to be pansexual.
Last I checked sexuality was a born fact, not an insult.
Apparently the way I look either makes me transgendered or a full out dyke.
Apparently being a homosexual is the highest insult to be given.
Apparently being a homosexual is a disgusting choice made by dirty perverts.
Apparently I'm a leacher that preys on helpless heterosexual females.
Apparently, apparently, apparently...
Apparently as the years go by more individuals express their ignorance through hatred towards strangers who have done them no wrong what so ever personally.
Don't flatter yourself.
Why would anyone find attraction in someone with such a hideous personality such as yours?
Don't fret, I forgive you.
I'm sure there is a logical reason behind your toxic words and actions.
It's true, sometimes I am angry as well...
Angry of not understanding why your mind is so tainted with ra
DahvieXJayy storyDahvieXJayy story4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't know why Daniel broke up with me, he just did. Right on stage in front of a whole audience, just as we were about to perform. He didn't know how much I loved him. We were so deeply in love, and it was so hard letting go of him, but I managed to do it with Dahvie around
The night of the brake up, the ride home was painfully silent, neither me or Dahvie spoke a word. When we got back to the house, I slammed the door shut behind me. I didn't bother washing off my smeared makeup or changing, I just dropped down on to my little bed on the floor. Dahvie stood in the doorway "Night, Jayy sorry about what happened" I sighed. "It's okay I guess" I said, trying not to cry. Dahvie started to walk away, then he took one last glance at my miserable face, and the tiny uncomfortable looking mattress on the cold hard ground. He signed. " Hey Jayy?" I looked up at Dahvie. "um " He hesitated. "Do you wanna, um maybe sleep
THE GREATEST HOMESTUCK FANFICSO THE CAST OF HOMESTUCK WALKS INTO A BAR.THE GREATEST HOMESTUCK FANFIC3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
TC: wHaT uP.
GC: H333Y >:]
AT: uM, hELLO.
Lips of an angel :Waycest:I wake up to find my cell ringing like crazy, so crazy, infact it wakes both me & Lyn-z. I look at the caller ID and see who it is, but my vision is not yet clear enough. So I go ahead and anser it. "Hello?" I ask. "Hey, Gee?" the voice askes. "Did I wake you?" by the time he said this, I relized it's Mikey. But I say someone diffrent to throw Lyn-z off. "No, Ray, it's okay." as I say this I get up and go into the liveing area. "Oh-okay" he starts to shudder.Lips of an angel :Waycest:4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud"
~Oh, Gee, it's nothing, wh-why do you have to whisper?~
"Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak"
~Oh, me neither.~
"And I never wanna say goodbye
But boy you make it hard to be fai
We Were SomedaySomeday,We Were Someday4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When we're done with school,
We'll live together
We'll leave this place
And go where nobody knows us
Even if I can't,
I'll put a ring on your finger
Someday, we won't have to apologize.
When this is all over,
We'll be together always
I'll come back to you,
And it'll be just us
Someday, this war will end.
Everything is going to be all right
We were always
What is Fear 0 - FerardWhat is Fear 0 - Ferard7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What is Fear? - Ferard
What is it you are afraid of?
A simple question, which would normally have a simple answer. A child might answer with bugs, or the dark, even an animal of some sorts. These answers come from the fact that at some point in their life, they must have harmed them in some way and that became the real object of their fears. Even just thinking about a lion tearing out your throat is enough for someone to fear the creature.
Yes, very simple, yet complex answers. But sometimes its harder to be simple.
In our situation, we have two boys. The first of the two is one Gerard Way, a high school senior, and a very talented sketch artist as well. Often seen in tight black clothes, he sometimes seems smaller or weaker than he truly is. On the other hand, Gerard will often refuse to fight or use any type of force to stop his constant torturous castigating by other, more brash students. Why, yes, he is quite often hounded by others for being di
Homophobia1 April 2009Homophobia5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Homophobia is the irrational fear of, aversion to, or discrimination against homosexuality or homosexuals. A survey of over 1,000 people in Europe and North America, 42 percent of Americans say that homosexuality is wrong, compared with just 21 percent of those in the United Kingdom, 16 percent in Italy, 13 percent in France and 9 percent in Holland (Fetto). Homosexuality is not an immoral sin, unnatural way of life, nor a means for pedophilia or targeting children for recruitment, but this was and still is very widely believed. Homosexuality deserves respect, not fear.
Gays molest children. Or so many thought. The majority of adults in North America incorrectly believe that there is a high degree of pedophilia within the adult homosexual community (Robinson). Belief that gays frequently abuse children is believed to be responsible for widespread opposition to gay teachers in the public school
Writing Her Name[Writes project partner's name on paper. Freezes.]Writing Her Name3 years ago in Drama More Like This
I almost put a heart by her name.
[Fingers squeeze the center of forehead.]
I was this close.
[Girl asks if okay. Nods and gets lost in thought.]
Talk about problematic. That's not something I can charmingly roll off. She knows what I am. She may even know how I feel.
[Glances at girl. Girl smiles. Smiles back.]
I'm not looking to confirm that. She misses school and I feel a bit . . . off. It's like forgetting to get your favorite jacket before you leave the house. Something's not right.
[Rubs arms. ]
I mean, I really dig her. If I was a shovel and she was the ground, I would dig three feet. Not too deep, not to shallow. If I were in love with her, I would be digging six feet. 'Cause being in love someone you can't have is like digging your own grave.
By goodness, do I know how it feels to be six feet under holding on to the thought of someone. Just the thought. Never get
never again pt. 1Never again, never againnever again pt. 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all
They called it the Juvenile Reclamation Act.
We were the orphans swallowed up by BL/ind's jaws, the youth whose identities couldn't be verified because all we'd ever owned had been burned away into oblivion on that day. We weren't originally orphans. We never planned on itnever thought it would happen to us. Never thought we'd be the only ones out of those we loved to have survived. But we were. And for what?
Their plan was to 'reclaim' the 'lost' and 'drifting' youth who'd been spared on D-Day, when their families and relatives and friends weren't. Their plan was to recondition and reconstruct, ultimately creating loyal and dispensable bodies, in hopes of filling the Draculoid quota.
We were a truckload of virtually non-existent teens and young adults, packed into the back of what looked like an armored truck. Thinking on it now, I suppose the littler ones were left to "grow" at th
Mr. William ControlHere's a man that knows not what sanity isMr. William Control5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He has made an art out of madness
There are times when he makes you feel alive
And others when you feel dead with sadness
He uses English in intriguing ways
He knows how to express emotions with words
Let some harsh music play to the language
It's the most beautiful thing you've ever heard
His name is William Roy Francis
But to you he's known as William Control
He was sent on a mission to take over hell
And now he's returned to steal your soul
Edward - Story of Snow Pt1Edward - Story of Snow Pt14 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sepia shadows striated the dusty wooden floorboards of a long abandoned attic. The silence was as soft as the worm eaten rafters and yet was there a breath softer than silence? A spider's dark shadow in the far corner against the wall shifted ever so slightly. There ran the spider, away, skittering over the bare beams, but somehow the long and crooked shadow remained.
A figure drifted from the gloom, less purposeful than the spider, yet horribly alike. It was almost as if a designer, drawing up plans for a fantastically thin and looming spectre, had conceived this very figure on paper as the true spirit of a spider, all legs, and horrid black angularity and yet had compromised in the face of practical reality and was finally able only to produce a mere insect.
No spider in a child's worst nightmare could have matched this black and ragged apparition of dust and apparent decay. The creature appeared to be composed of scraps, spare parts and limbs bound tog
WispersWispers3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wispers hiding in the night.
Fragments of truth turned to lies.
Did it even matter?
The parts that were true?
Did you even know?
Why can't you face my in the light?
Look me in the eyes.
I know life isn't fair.
These are things we all go through.
We have to fight through them though.
Break apart the lies.
Mend our shattered hearts.
Wipe away the tears.
Realize that life is real.
And know that you can do anything!
Take off the mask, rip away the disguse.
Look up and bare the deep cut scars.
We have to face our love, and face our fears.
Give back the pain we feel.
Do what you have to do to break free!
Break the invisable chains you carry with you.
Give up the world on your shoulders.
It isn't yours to bare.
You have to want to live!
You have to want to breath!
Love will help see you threw.
Let our problems melt into blurs.
It's not too late to care.
Give everything that you have to give.
But before you can do that you have to want to believe.
Then it is all up to you.
Do or do not do.
Vanishing PointVanishing Point4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Path to privacy,
too narrow for careless hordes.
Steps fall silently,
the walker just disappears,
wrapped in a verdant embrace.
Going Through LifeGoing Through Life4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It's hard going through life
Knowing you're all alone,
Knowing you're hated right through the bone.
You try your best to be a good friend,
But all they do in return is pretend.
It's hard going through life
Always wanting to cry,
Because everyone you know wants you to die.
One of the things that hurt the most,
Is going through life feeling like a ghost.
Never seen, Always forgotten.
It just feels so awful and rotton.
You dont know what you did ...
And somehow you just cant get rid
Of all the hurtful words they say
That seem to turn your whole world grey.
How you get through life, no one knows.
Still your tears flow like a river flows.
How would you like at least one day,
Just one day to get away
From all the hurtful, depressing things?
Somewhere happy, where the bird sings?
"That would be nice, even for an hour
To be somewhere where things weren't so sour.
I'd like to be able to go through life,
Not always feeling my heart is being stabbed with a knife.
But sadly, that won't work for
What is Fear 1 - FerardWhat is Fear 1 - Ferard7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What is Fear? - Ferard
I always walk on the other side of the street. I do this because I know they will know I watch them if I was any closer. They are being the high schools upperclassmen. To them, I think therefore I am always translates into, I need to punch something. Us that are considered the something often dont come around to this corner of the school, but I have to in order to go home.
My house is on the West side of the large clock tower that sits in the middle of the City Park. That clock tower is the only structure that can be seen from almost any building in our small town, and is how people direct others to their homes, and gangs establish territories. This school is on the Northeast side, so its a ways walk for me because my dad refuses to take the twenty minutes out of his day to come pick me up.
This fine, albeit gray, day has turned out to be pretty good. I passed all my classes, an
What is Fear 2 - FerardWhat is Fear 2 - Ferard7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What is Fear?
Now that I think about it a little more, I see no reason as to why I ran the full way to the clock tower. Rationally, I should have just run as far as to get out of eyesight of that boy named Gerard. But in this situation of fear and complete unwillingness to think at all, rationality goes right out the window.
I reached my hands out and touched the cool metal of the clock, as if playing hide and seek and reaching home base. Falling slightly, I tried to catch my breath, but there just didnt seem to be enough oxygen around me at the time. Wiping my eyes, I try to understand what it was he said to me. Someone whos been hurt I mutter to myself. How would he know that? What makes him think Im just another victim of abuse? I shake my head and dry my eyes.
Instantly I looked back. You see there is one logical thing Ive done. I ran from the school to the park, whereas running from the school directly to my hous
I Hate MyselfI don't like my body,I Hate Myself4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think it's too fat.
So I painted over my pale skin,
now it's beautiful black.
I hate my hair,
so I cut it all off.
I look in the mirror,
and call myself a jerk.
I poured dye into my eyes,
and tried to cover the blue.
I don't want my body,
I want to be like you.
I hate my voice,
so I refuse to speak.
I hate my muscles,
so I act so weak.
My mouth is so small,
I stitched it shut.
I hate my heart,
so I don't love.
People say I'm changing,
they don't understand.
I don't need help,
I don't need a hand.
I'm perfectly fine!
I'm just like everyone else!
The only difference is,
I hate myself.