Dear Gerard from Biology ClassDear Gerard from Biology Class3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dear Gerard Way from my Biology class,
Oh my God,
Gerard Way, from Biology,
words cannot express my undyingI like you. Hell, I might even be inlove with
love for you
you. Even though I've only spoken to you four times this whole year.
I've been liking you ever since my eyes rested on your soft scalp,
which I have been gazing hopelessly at all year. It's pretty pathetic
Your scalp is beautiful.You're beautiful.
I blame you for making me fail Biology,
your God damn scalp...
I love the way you turn your head and gaze out the window in a drifting
daze, and start biting at your chapped, full lips with boredom.
I can'tEvery movement
blame you, Mr. Jefferson a fucking bore with everything.
is just, alluring.
And when in class, and those times you turn your head so I can see, your eyes
twinkle under the shitty excuse of high quality school lighting. (Ah, bless this
God for your angelic looks
Bandit finds FrerardBandit is 8.Bandit finds Frerard4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Hey honey, did you have a good day at school?" Lyn-Z's voice rang out down the hallway from the kitchen, as she heard the front door open and close, and her daughter's light footsteps.
"It was okay I guess." Bandit's high pitched voice called back. "We had music and art today! It was awesome!" Lyn-Z smiled. Bandit was so much like her and Gerard- Bandit's father who was on tour with his band, My Chemical Romance.
"I'm proud of you sweetheart!" She shouted back. "Auntie Jamia came round earlier; she dropped off the final version of Leathermouth's new album." Bandit grinned. She loved the band that her Uncle Frank was in, even if her friends at school thought that it was just noise. She walked into the kitchen and leaned against a chair, reaching for the cookie jar in the middle of the table. Lyn-Z noticed. "You can have one." She said, emphasising the word 'one'. Bandit took a double chocolate cookie, and stuffed it into her mouth, swallowing it in a matter of seconds.
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:.6 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
We Love Like Vampires: Part 1We Love Like Vampires: Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hide your body when the sunlight dies
Everybody hide your body from the Vampires
I sat in the passenger's seat as he drove through the black night on one of the old back roads. His sharp black hair hung just above his shoulders and in his face, covering his blood shot hazel eyes. His shoulders were a bit tense so I placed my left hand gently on his thigh to help relax him. He took a deep breath and exhaled a sigh that visibly eased the tension there in his shoulders.
He glanced over at me with a weak smile of thanks. He really was beautiful, always had been; but recently he had started to look worn down and tired. There was something stressing him out enough to make him lose sleep. I understood, it had been stressing me out as well. We were sleeping all day and driving all night. We weren't going anywhere in particular just away.
MCRThe only reason people hate MCR is because the entire rock genre is an easy target because it's so different. People and society are scared of what they don't understand. MCR saved my life, and continue to every day. People need to stop just looking at what's on the surface because there's always so much more. I'm 15 year old who's still here because I found a band that saved me, and what can only be called a life-changing experience with music and not the God who was supposed to help me when I called. I gave up on God when he couldn't save me but four guys from New Jersey could.MCR4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The Ten Killjoy CommandmentsThe Ten Killjoy Commandments.The Ten Killjoy Commandments3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I. Thou shall not join or support BLI willing- to do so means turning you back on all Killjoys.
II. Thou shall kill any Drac that threatens you or any other Killjoy.
III. Thou shall never steal or copy another Killjoy's ray gun, mask, name, or outfit- to do so should be considered stealing their very personality.
IV. Thou shall kill other Killjoys only when it is considered mercy- or if they really, really piss you off.
V. Thou shall give help to Killjoys where help is needed
VI. Thou shall never give up yourself or any other Killjoy for comfort or luxury.
VII. Thou shall always watch your back, and the back of your family and gang.
VIII. Thou shall make noise, do it now and do loud, remember the future is bulletproof, and the aftermath is secondary.
IX. Thou shall always pick hell over purgatory.
X. Thou shall hate Powerpup. But eat it anyways.
Half,Half,3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gerard and I once shared a room about a year ago. Before he left. We weren't the richest family. One bed was what we had in our room. A queen sized bed. It cost less than 2 twin beds or a bunk bed. Gerard and I didn't really mind sleeping in the same bed. It was kind of nice to me. I liked him being there...
"Night, Mikey," Gerard whispered to me, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Love you," he added.
"Night, Gee - Gee. I love you too," I responded.
As I finished my sentence, Gerard turned around, his back now facing me. I never really liked when he'd turn his back to me. I liked him facing me. I wanted to see his face before I fell asleep.
My hand reached up and grabbed a little of his shirt, holding it tight as if he were being pulled away from me. I think holding his shirt comforts me. Thats how I fall asleep when ever he doesn't look at me. I closed my eyes and slept.
I miss holding onto his shirt. It was the only thing that made me feel safe, him being here. He's gone now, th
Frerard - RosesI was four years old when my parents took me and my brother to a party. It was for adults; There were almost no kids to play with, there weren't clowns, there weren't even balloons. Well, clowns anyway were scary for me. It was a little boring, since my mom had my little brother with her almost all the time, being a baby. I had to stay in a little place they had for kids, with some toys. It was then when another kid arrived. He looked like he was my age, and had hazel eyes too. His mother told him something, before she left him. He sat at my side, getting me confused.Frerard - Roses4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hi" he said, with a smile. At least he was not shy, like me.
"Hi" I greeted back, and we stayed quiet a little.
"My name is Frank what's your name?" he asked me, and I could feel his curiosity in me as he looked at me with his always present smile. The music the adults had was a little annoying, but they seemed to enjoy it while dancing. My parents were talking and laughing with other people on a big table, though.
One Small Spark 01 Burn Down the Bar Dust covered lamps flickered overhead in the nearly empty bar giving the old metal chairs a dim glow. Closing time was only two hours away but it didn’t mean anything other than the sign saying the establishment was open would flicker off. Those who wanted to drink after hours would still come in and the owner wouldn’t do much about it. He welcomed patrons of all sorts, it didn’t matter what their alignment was in these tumultuous times. As long as they had money, they were good enough for him.One Small Spark 01 Burn Down the Bar4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The front doors swung open and the bartender glanced away from cleaning the musty glass in his hand to make sure it wasn’t anyone he should worry about then back down to his cleaning. He had a shotgun hidden under the bar just in case the clientele became too unruly. The man who had entered the bar was a regular he recognized and the bartender knew he wouldn
The Box.People around the school knew Gerard Way as the creepy guy that dyed his hair a lot.The Box.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His classmates knew him as the guy who sat in the corner and didn't talk to anybody.
His friends, you could say, knew him as the one that drew amazingly, who was going to make it far in the comic industry.
His brother knew him as the best sibling in the world.
I knew him as my boyfriend.
Notice I say "knew", as in the past tense of "know"?
Well Gerard killed himself a week before our high school graduation.
He, he said the bullying was too much. He said that it's been going on ever since he was fifteenthe year he finally felt proud enough to tell his parents and friends that he was gay.
He said he was glad that the bullying died down for a bit after the "I'm gay" news got around, but it started up again when he was eighteen, when he dyed his hair red.
I tried to tell him he shouldn't care what the others thought, just try to stay strong, and he seemed strong for a long time, but
When Mikey Babysits Bandit" she's asleep on the couch, so yeah... You'll stay here until Lindsey and I come back, right? We'll be back around midnight. You can always grab something from the cabinets or order a pizza or something if you're hungry, I left some money on the kitchen table. Oh yeah, and give B a Tylenol every 5 hours, that'll calm her down a little."When Mikey Babysits Bandit3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Aye aye, captain."
"Mikey, cut it out yeah, I'll be right there! Just take good care of her, okay? You know what to do if there's something wrong, right? The phone's on the side table-"
"Gerard, come on, bro! I'm not a fifteen year old. I know how to babysit. Now go, your wife is getting impatient."
"Thanks, Mikes. You're awesome."
"Like a didn't know already. Have fun at Comic Con! Don't mind bringing some souvenirs for Bandit and me!"
"I'll see what I can do!"
Bandit woke up to the last part of the conversation. When the front door closed, she shifted on the black leather couch she was la
Why Gerard Way is AWESOMEThese are all recent/lesser know quotes from the beautiful Gerard Way, who I lookp on a massive scale! These little utterances of his are jst him being funny and whatnot... please don't judge me because I have seven pages of this guys random thoughts and stuffs...Why Gerard Way is AWESOME4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
G: (Onstage - Manchester) "You guys are wonderful. You're all my fucking hero! We ain't nobody's hero, you're our hero... How about that?"
Gerard: (on stage Hamburg) "I fucking hate nu-metal. Fucking haaaate it, dude. I hate Limp Bizkit, I hate Korn... I don't give a shit what you like! You're here tonight because you like us, and we're here tonight because we hate nu-metal!" *Guitars to 'Teenagers' start* "This song is about hating nu-metal!"
Gerard: (Onstage Hamburg) "He has fantastic taste in music. He likes us, for example."
Gerard: (On stage Berlin) "You guys are all beautiful."
Gerard: (onstage in Berlin - holding a bra someone threw from the audience) "This is horrible. You know what's funny about
The World Is UglyThe World Is Ugly4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Dirty streets, covered in sticky mud and clouded with car exhaust. Old buildings, bricks and shingles falling off all the time, looking like they're about to crumble to the ground and fade into the forgotten dust. People running past, not seeing, not caring, wrapped and consumed in their own lives and problems. Criminals in dark alleys, ready to dart out and snatch away the possessions of any vulnerable character passing by. Men lying in the gutters of the city, some dead or bleeding out, some too drunk to stand on their feet.
But down those streets, and past those buildings, and through those crowds of people, and ahead of those alleys, and beyond those gutter men
Scuffed red sneakers, frayed skinny jeans, baggy tee shirt. Curled hair, the colour of onyx and softer than a cloud in the summer sky. Warm hazel eyes, framed gracefully by smoky black lashes; gaze shooting straight to the core. Calloused fingers knotting tightly and so flawlessly with my own. Beautiful, intricate t
For You, IMCR Dayfor the kids with colored hairFor You, IMCR Day3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for the kids with tattoos
for the kids with dreams
for the kids who dedicate themselves to music
for the misfits
for the lonley
for the business casual
for the moms
for the dads
for the brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles
for the ones who get harassed
for the ones that don't want to wear black forever
for the ones that bleed black and cry during classes
for the ones that write on their arms
for the ones that draw on thier math homework
for the chipmunck lovers
for the unicorn lover
for the dog lovers
for the cat lovers
for those with imagination
for those with humor
for those with crafty tendencises
for those who hurt
for those who don't
for those in divorce
for those in a broken home
for those in a prefect home
for the one stuck on the bottom bunk
for the one who won the top bunk
for the ones in summer school
for those who are gone
for those who mourn
for those who love
for those with out love
we gather in concert halls
and in the middle of malls
we hold ou
Frerard interrogation29 Days later .Frerard interrogation4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Bandit woke at 5am, ran into her parents' room and jumped on her Mum's sleeping form.
"Daddy's coming home today! Daddy's coming home today!" She shouted gleefully. Lyn-Z swatted her hand at her.
"Bandit, it's five in the morning. We don't have to get up for another two hours. Climb into bed with me and go back to sleep." Bandit burrowed under the covers and nestled herself in next to her mum, trying desperately to sleep again, but she was just too excited. After 5 minutes, Lyn-Z decided that it was a lost cause.
"I'm awake anyway sweetheart, we might as well start getting ready." Bandit and Lyn-Z spent the next few hours getting ready and cleaning the house, ready for Bandit's Daddy to come home to.
Bandit held onto her Lyn-Z's hand tightly as she pulled her through the sea of people crowding the airport. They had arrived with Bandit's Auntie Jamia and best friends Cherry and Lily, but the airport was so densely packed with people that Bandit couldn't see the
This Much Gerard peers into the cradle, on his tip-toes, straining to catch a glimpse of the newest Way. His mother laughs, something tired and loving, and swoops to pick the small boy up. She holds him on her hip and whispers to him he can wave hello, that this is Mikey. The toddler waves his hand downwards.This Much4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The infant blinks upwards and outstretches his arms, smiling, as though saying, "Hello, I love you!"
And Gerard smiles.
Fallen leaves soften the pounding of feet against the pavement, and Mikey slows to look down at them only to be tugged by the arm. He's reluctant, nervous to go to school, but Gerard seems pretty stubborn on dragging him there anyway.
"Why do I have to do this?" the youth whines.
"'Cause you just have to."
"But I don't know these people! What if they hate me?"
Gerard sighs in exasperation. "They won'
Headache."I have such a headache."Headache.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Shut the fuck up, Gerard," my little brother teases from the other side of the tour bus as he types away on his Sidekick.
"How about you stop telling me what to do and just continue sexting with your little boyfriend?" I laugh to myself and get up from the chair I was planted in for the last ten minutes. I sway over to the counter and reach for the coffee machine, but a hand slaps at mine. When I look up, I see Mikey Way.
"Why'd you do that for? Your big bro needs his coffee." I attempt once more to grab at the pot, but Mikey ends up pushing my hand away and knocking me upside the head.
"Your little bro says you drink too much coffee."
I scoff and dust myself off dramatically. "Your big bro says I don't drink too much coffee."
"Your little bro says you have a headache, because you drink too much caffeine."
"Your big bro says it's just caffeine withdrawal, retard." I push him out of the way, making his glasses go askew. I laugh at himall nasally
Sick Hearts: 1.I hate cleaning. I mean I really hate cleaning. But it had to be done if I wanted the basement to my new room. I shoved stuff in boxes, not caring about any of it.Sick Hearts: 1.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I came across a photo album. It was very familiar looking. I picked it up and sat on the brand new mattress we bought. I opened the album up, gazing at the pictures scattered throughout the page.
There was pictures of my little brother, Mikey and I and some of me and my best friend from when we were very young. I was drawing a blank image of the little boy's name, I mean you would too if you haven't seen him since you were 7 and he was 6. It hit me; Frank Iero was the boy's name.
I felt a smile spread across my face. What ever happened to that boy? We were the best of friends. But one day he told me he was going away. I thought he meant just a simple vacation and I shrugged it off.
I remembered that Frank had started crying because I didn't care. I didn't know any better, I was 7.
"Gee, I have to leave," Frankie mu
Gerard Way QuotesQUOTES BY GERARD WAYGerard Way Quotes7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
"If you don't go to high school you will definitely go to jail."
'I know the minute I touch a drink again is the minute I lose everything I've got.'
'Being blonde served a purpose but after a while I started to feel less and less like myself.'
"I'd rather be a creature of the night than an old dude."
"So many people treat you like you're a kid so you might as well act like one and throw your television out of the hotel window."
"Be Yourself, Don't take anyone's shit and never let them take you alive..."
"So how was Christmas for you guys? Did you all get lots of nice black t-shirts?"
"If you're gonna buy me a present, don't spend more than twenty five bucks, you'll get a blowjob anyway."
"Surrounding myself with fans makes me feel like I'm not going through it alone."
"The Devil got landed with a shitty job, he has to deal with assholes everyday, he's probably bored as hell."
"When I was writing it, I was remembering how hard it was to be a 16-year-old in high scho
Silhouettes,Silhouettes,3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's said that childern can see more than an adult because their minds are more open to things and they don't really know what they're seeing. They say that you can feel the pain for someone you love if you love them enough. Some people believe in ghosts and others don't. Some people refer to ghosts as 'spirits' just for respect.
About five years ago, Frank's best friend died. Well, he actually commited suicide. Frank wasn't a child when this happened. He was almost twenty. Frank wasn't in love with this friend of his, they were only friends.
Five years ago, Frank swore the night that Gerard killed him self with that rope he began to choke on the food he was eating. Feeling the pain and helplessness that Gerard was. Five years ago, Frank swore he saw a black sillhouette at Gerard's funeral. The silhouette sat up in a tree as it's feet swung back and froth.
For five years Frank has thought about his friend, Gerard. It was such a big mystery as to why he killed himself. The bigger myster
EyesEyes3 years ago in Romance More Like This
That's what most people noticed about him when they first saw him.
A bonfire atop his head, its bright flames licking at the milky flesh as it cascades over his face and neck.
That wasn't what I noticed though.
I noticed his eyes.
Almond shaped with pools of melted gold shining in the light.
Long, thick eyelashes curling from the lids, gently tapping his high cheekbones with every blink.
A semi-thick, smudged line of eyeliner swept all around the feature, adding to the intensity they held.
His eyes burned with emotion all the time, burned with passion for the things he loved.
I could stare into them all day, drowning in the beauty they conveyed.
Dear Diary - FrerardDear diary, today I feel numb. The tears have stopped long ago, I've cried all of them. But still I think I didn't cry enough, or even weeping world's largest ocean wouldn't be enough. Not for him. It doesn't hurt anymore. I no longer suffer. I've forgotten the meaning of the word 'happiness'. I don't feel anything. Tell me, why should you live if you haven't a reason? Why get up every morning when you know your day will be dark? Why eat and drink, if you know they'll only keep you alive a few more days of this nightmare called life? Why live when you just want to die? I haven't accepted it yet. I have no intention of doing so. They have taken him from me. They have removed him from my arms. They have ripped my heart without mercy. They have taken my happiness, my hope, my strength to keep going, my moon at night, my air for breath, my shooting star that gave me their company during this time, my sunshine after a storm, my four leaf clover, my life, my Frank.Dear Diary - Frerard3 years ago in Drama More Like This
You have no
Unicorn For President.A Unicorn for President.Unicorn For President.4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I stopped, looking back at my best friend with a confused look in my eyes. He was almost a head longer than my 5'2, so I had to look up a little.
"What is it Mikes?" I asked, walking back to him. We where at this carnival thing that only visited our town once a year, having a good time with Gerard, Bob, Ray and their girlfriends, but we somehow lost the others in the crowds around all the carousels, so it was just us now.
"Look at that unicorn!" Mikey almost screamed, pointing at the stuffed-animal unicorn hanging from one of the market stalls that was spread around the carnival grounds. "It's so FLUFFY!!"
I looked over at the stall and saw one of the most girlish unicorns I've ever seen. It was pink, like really pink, with stars scattered over its mane, and the tail was even pinker than the rest.
"You can't be serious," I said, looking over at Mikey just to find his serious-face staring back at me. Goddammit. "...You're serious."
"How can I NOT be se
This is IeroweenThis is Ieroween4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
MCR fans of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Ieroween
This is Ieroween, this is Ieroween
Killjoys scream in the dead of night
This is Ieroween, everyone is spazzing
Sing along your neighbors gonna die of delight
It's our town, everybody sing
In this town of Ieroween
I am the one hiding under your bunk
With glowing hazel eyes and a rhythm guitar
I am the one hiding on your bus
Fingerless gloves and red and black hair
This is Ieroween, this is Ieroween
Ieroween! Ieroween! Ieroween! Ieroween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the Killjoy song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, man hiding in the casket
Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Sing! This is Ieroween
Red 'n' black, hazel-green
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the band in the dead of night