The REV TributeFebruary 28, 1981The REV Tribute5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Today is the day my life has just begun
My first drumsticks are recieved at four
But I always wanted a little more
At 11 I got my first drumset
I thought "This is as good as it's gonna get"
Throughout school I played in many bands
I never really got to hear the clapping of hands
Then with some long time friends, we formed into Avenged Sevenfold
I was 18 when our first album was sold
The band is going strong
We will be well known, it won't take long
If you haven't guessed I am Jimmy Owen Sullivan
Most likely you first heard my voice in A Little Piece of Heaven
Our Second album was released in August of 2003
We are becoming very widely known, can't you see?
Wow, the third album released on June 5, 2005
The sound we used is new, us taking a new dive
I am going into the woods and never coming back, what a disaster
And when I do come back I will be the knife master!
Now I can have fun with my band mates but I must get back to work
So I am playing my drums in front of a cro
Bob's Book of Cats- FrobBob's Book of Cats- Frob4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Booooobbb," I called, climbing eagerly onto the tour bus. There was no response, so I went into the back room to look for my friend. "Bob-o?"
I found him curled up in his bunk with his headphones on and a book clutched between his fingers. He didn't notice me at first, so I snuck up on him quietly, then pounced into his bunk with an evil grin.
"Ahh, motherfucker!" He shouted when he suddenly found me squeezed in the bed with him. I giggled as he squirmed away, ripping his headphones off.
"What's the matter, Bob-o? Did little Fwankie scare you?" I grinned, scooting closer and snuggling up to him.
"Yeah you fucking did," he retorted, trying to shove me away.
"What ya reading?" I asked, ignoring his attempts to get me out of his bed.
Finally he gave up with a defeated sigh. "It's a book about cats," he reluctantly informed me.
"Le gasp; traitor!" I exclaimed, making a face of horror. "Dogs for the win!"
"You wish," Bob sneered, rolling his eyes. "Cats are a million times better."
Freak Show Ch. 6Freak Show Ch. 64 years ago in Romance More Like This
10th November, 1894 Missouri, USA
"You look happy."
I realised that the grin on my brother's face was irritating me. He could be happy so easily... and he was allowed to drink.
It was a miracle that I'd lasted so long.
"You look depressed," Mikey noted, his smile disappearing off his childish face. "I thought we were going to talk today..."
"Mm, go ahead," I leaned against the wall, cracking my neck slowly. "Will you get me a drink?"
"No," he snapped, suddenly tense. I looked at him with one eyebrow raised, and he relaxed a little, letting out a long sigh that trembled along his lanky frame. "Water, then."
"What, you thought I meant beer?" I snickered, even though I was desperate. "No. Water will do."
I watched him disappear, and looped my arms around my knees, cradling them against my chest. I knew I wasn't going to last more than two days. But I didn't want to say; I'd promised him.
I'd always broken my promises. Every single
20h32 : Attic : Cynical20h32 : Attic : Cynical3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not believe in innocence.
There never was
Or ever will be
Such a thing
The young child
Whose light and naivete
Are admired and envied
Does not posses innocence
The injusticed woman
Falsely accused of a crime
And fighting an uncertain battle
To be decided by stranges
Was not found innocent
The grown man
Who lusts on captured freedom
And beats it out of her
Every chance he gets
Did not take her innocence
Only her ignorance
Life is pain
And anyone who says otherwise
Is selling something
Frerard PL 1 Zapowiadał się zwykły, letni poniedziałek. Było coś koło południa, a cała Ameryka zdychała już od tego gorąca, które nieubłaganie sączyło się z nieba. Tak przynajmniej uważał nastoletni Gerard, który wyszedł na chwilę do sklepu po coś chłodniejszego do picia (,bo Mikey znów wypił wszystko co było w lodówce, włącznie z przeterminowanym sokiem z kiszonych ogórków). Stojąc w tej przydługawej kolejce, która utworzyła się z pokaźnej liczby osób chętnych do ploteczek mieszkającej na jego osiedlu, rozmyślał sobie o tym, co zrobi, gdy w końcu wróci do domu. Owszem, u babci nie było źle, niedaleko było piękne jezioro, a wielki i zadbany park mógł odwiedzać codziennie w poszukiwaniu wenyFrerard PL 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Avenged Sevenfold PledgeAvenged Sevenfold Pledge4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pledge allegiance to the DEATHBAT of the united nation of SEVENFOLD,and to the GATES for which they stand PLAGUE, one nation, under CHRIST, indivisible with SHADOWS and VENGEANCE for all!!
Inima de unica folosintajerbe de lacrimi sarateInima de unica folosinta6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pe obrajii unei cesti de cafea
iata sablonul noii mele
cand se-ngana ziua cu soarta
si noaptea-mi sugea mucilaginoasa minte
sa ma trag de bretele
si cand imi dau drumul
sa ma proiectez cu capu-n stele
si sa mi-l sparg de tavan
ca de realitate
chiar daca tot aud un fluturat de chei
undeva in fundal
nu vad incuietoarea
sa nu-mi stranga nimeni
servetelele folosite din jurul talpilor
sa nu-mi repare nimeni
piciorul rupt al patului
baietii buni ies mereu ultimii
azi nu poti avea inima de unica folosinta
Ikebanamă caţărIkebana7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pe crăpătura rochiei ei
mă preling apoi în coapsă
o umplu-n aparenţă c-o esenţă
şi-i savurez geamătul
degete şi alte extremităţi tari
spate de câmpie glaciară
miros de pară sălbatică
şi joc hazliu de buze
îmbii la sorbirea laptelui-umăr
ce-l porţi ca pe-o manta
ikebana sculptată-n carne
priveşti în aceeaşi oglindă ca şi mine
As solid as a WilsonAs solid as a WilsonAs solid as a Wilson4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gregory House limped away from the remains that once were his motorbike. There were flames and smoke everywhere that made his vision blurry. He tried to get away from the danger. Danger. Hah. Gregory House didn't know what danger was, he thought bitterly to himself. He sighed as he sat down in the grass. When he looked at his motorbike, he wondered how he actually got there. It seemed like ages ago he was pulling pranks on Wilson
'Morning sunshine.' House said cheerfully when Wilson came in, still wearing his pyjamas. 'Morning' Wilson grunted back. Dark rings under his eyes showed signs of the long nights at the hospital, the many patients and relatives he had to comfort and the pain he had to see every day. 'So, any plans for today?' House asked while he held out a mock with coffee to his friend. 'House, please, not this morning, I'm tired. I had the worst night ev.. What is that?!' He spat out his coffee, midsentence, with a disgusted look. He wiped
Killer hand 21Killer hand 214 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sitting in the park Abi lay back on the park table looking up at the dark sky watching the stars "Hey pretty thing." Came a voice, Abi at up and looked around to see a men looking at her oh boy she thought she sat up and crossed one leg over the other
"What don't want to us, how about we all get to know each other better?" a smeary blonde said stepping forward and hopping onto the table with her as the others walk towards them, "Come on tell us your name." He asked as he rested his hand on her thigh, she wiggled her finger, he grinned at his friends as he moved closer to, Abi's hand grabbed his hand and tighten her grip making him gasp in pain
"I'm Abi whats yours?" she said snapping his hand, she then pinned him down on the table he screamed as she pulled out a knife
"HELP ME YOU IDIOT, SHE CRAZY!" the man shouted, Abi drive the knife into his neck, pulling the knife out she clamped her mouth around the hole and started drinking his blood,
Fata cu-n hau intre obrajiazinoapte m-am plantat pe-un pragFata cu-n hau intre obraji7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sub clar de luna-n ultimul patrar
si cum ploua musonic
dimineata m-am trezit
avand capul crescut pan la balcon
si parul prins de jaluzelele ei
ma simteam ca un caine
care indraznise sa sara
intr-un mormant de om
dar ea avea buzele albastre
si-o gaura-n obraji
priveam la ea de dupa dantela
de pe rochia-i de mireasa pe moarte
iar trena ma gadila pe noada
zambea si ea la mine
prin haul din pometi
si-mi trimitea tartine
din unghiile-i vineti
parea ca citeste dintr-o carte
de pe trotuarul de vizavi
iar pe priviri
ii cresteau maracini si flori de colt
mormantul de pe fata
ii inflorea si i se ofilea spontan
si m-a lovit ca un glont
din ruleta ruseasca
acum aveam si eu un hau intre obraji
pe unde putea sa se ingroape-n mine
ca eu in ea
cosciug cu pironii de pistrui
in ritm de yin si yang barbar...
Gargara cu ganduricu demonul prins intre ghilimeleGargara cu ganduri7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nu-mi pasa ce gandeste
atata timp cat se gandeste la mine
vreau placere lunga-lunga
si maine pe vremea asta
altcineva sa reinventeze automobilul
sa ma calce apasat pe inima
manej cu ganduri
melanj de cai verzi pe pereti
(musai nuante diferite)
artificii proiectate in ochiul mintii mele
tatuat pe frunte
in frunte cu-n Manole
ce nu s-a transformat in fantana
mai adapa-te daca mai poti!
Rai micam de facut o marturisire:Rai mic7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sunt nebunul tau sprintar
si prind ingeri cu lasso-ul
si-i combin in parcuri inumane
cu dracusori musculosi
de unde rezulta de obicei
si rad savuros si colorat
(doar stam pe metereze)
de zeita pisica fara o aripa in omoplat
ce sprijina ziduri de rai pitic
cu o tigara intre pene
stiu ca iti plac astfel de lucruri
filozofari ascunse in leagan
de-alungul sirei spinarii
poate o sa prizam aburi de cafea
dar din aceeasi cana
si poate ca pe margele vom aluneca
dar tot in aceeasi parte a raiului pigmeu
la baza zidului cu metereze tesite
peste zei bolanzi si entitati frivole
The Point When Things HappenAt the moment my life feels like concrete. My face is grey and formless. I cannot smile but I daren't cry either. Then I remember one of our first conversations together:The Point When Things Happen4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Girl: 'I can't do Surds. And I've got my maths exam this week.'
Boy: 'Well, talk to me, I'll show you how. I can do surds. I'll teach you.'
Boy: 'Uh, well, I told a lie. I'm rubbish at maths.'
Girl: 'Then why did you even bother to offer?!'
Boy: 'I don't know, but it got me talking to you, right?'
Sometimes I hear music being played on the radio. The familiar lyrics jar and haunt my hearing as I scrape the dust from happy memories. Memories of you, dancing in your union jack boxers and singing in front of a mirror.
At times like that I do not know whether to laugh or cry. So I sing and dance, pretending to be you, because when I do that I feel as though nothing ever happened.
But most of the time I feel numb. Against my will I've been engulfed in a foreign world. A barren world, where nothing ever happen
Scump dar meritain noaptea pe care ne-o vom petrece imbratisatiScump dar merita6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
va turna cu-atata ploaie
incat picaturile vor trebui sa stea la coada
ca sa poata ajunge pe pamant
va fi ca si cum marea
s-ar hotara brusc
sa recucereasca pamantul
printr-un atac aerian
dar ferestrele vor fi inchise
e doar pentru profani
va fi si vant
asa ca pentru noi
vant ce va fi subtil
si nu va fluiera prea tare pe horn
atunci cand iti voi sopti surazand
ca noaptea abia s-a trezit din zi
de frig sa nu vorbim
frigul nu-si are locul aici
nu vom avea de ce sa ne ascundem
caci monstrii din suburbia de sub pat
se vor concentra
doar pe ganguritul cantecelor de leagan
cam asa arata coltul din Rai
ce ne este rezervat
obtinut doar pentru ca eu am pile
chiar si pe langa zeii cei mai mari
voi sta o eternitate cu tine in el
si alte doua platind cu varf si indesat
in multiple Iaduri
indrazneala de a fi ravnit
la ceva-ul acela pur
ce esti Tu
Ostatic in bratele eiNu mă mai văd, nici nu mă simt,Ostatic in bratele ei7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Alergând spre nicăieri.
Spre început, sau s-a sfârşit?
E mâine azi, sau azi e ieri?
Azi nu e nici pe departe.
Dar tu când şi unde eşti?
Eşti pe tavan, sau mi-esti în pleoape?
Nu te aud, sau nu vorbeşti?
E linişte, dar sunt isteric.
Oare te-neci, sau poate zbori.
Oare mă-nec, sau sunt tot xeric.
Şi vom rămâne legaţi cu sfori?
Văd cum ninge şi e vară,
Sau nu mai sunt, nici pe pământ?
Mă simt de piatră şi de ceară,
Mă simt nisip, mă simt în vânt...
Şi totuşi tu, în altă limbă,
Îmi împleteşti din flori, şoseaua,
Unde alerg, ca nori de fibră,
Venerându-mi sadic steaua.
Şi o privesc şi ea dispare;
Dar e zi, chiar de nu-s nori;
Chiar mai aproape de o zare.
Îmi spun: "Fluture... de ce nu zbori?"
Dar o priveşti, şi ea
DamageDamage3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hurt myself
But I don't care
When the clock turned twelve
I hope you'll still be there
As long as my bleeding is for you
There's a lot I could go through
You might think I'm mad
But I'm not yet dead
We cant be together
But neither can we be apart forever
This seems like necessary pain
All effort to change this is in vain
My mind goes through this, day by day
And I still haven't found the way
The right way to let it go
The answer to your question should be no
But I can't resist
I would even take your fist
Put it in my face,
If you'd only pay for it with an embrace
I'm longing for your touch
Though you never said the words like such
You're literally killing me from inside
But I don't care, as long as we collide.
Nelinistemi-e sufletul nelinistitNeliniste6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ca o casa bantuita in noaptea de halloween
ca o masina de lux
uitata-n ploaia acida
ne incuiem amandoi
eu si a treia mea personalitate
(stai putin care eu?)
intr-o camera undeva la mare
si ne etalam unul altuia
dand din maini si din ranjiri
regresul intr-ale solutiilor existentiale
sunt propriul meu anacronism
imi vreau o dihotomie!
Plimbari de searacu gluga-n capPlimbari de seara6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
si cu genunchii tremurand
plimbari pseudo-singuratice fac
(doar eu si eu si eu si )
spiralez prin piete goale
di-mprejur si-n departare
trag cainii de coada
ca nici nu ma mai latra
entorsa de gradul trei
la calcaiul lui Ahile
saci de box!
trec prin ele
ies pe partea cealalta
sunt ca arbaleta de incordat
ma striga ecoul din spate
eu ii raspund din fata
amusin ganguri violatoare
reneg violaceul aerului noptatic
cu un simplu gest
al fantomei ce mi-e sufletul
si-mi orientez mersul si tremuratul
inapoi inspre departe
Nu-s lungi plimbarile mele de seara, dar ma socheaza mereu halucinogenul linistii lor.
True A7X FansTrue A7X Fans5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
.True Avenged Sevenfold fans know more songs than just Bat Country, The Beast and The Harlot, and Almost Easy.
2. True Avenged Sevenfold fans accept them for their changes.
3. True Avenged Sevenfold fans don't call them sell outs.
4. True Avenged Sevenfold fans would get their names, the deathbat, or anything else related to the band tattooed on their body.
5. True Avenged Sevenfold fan know the boys' full names, stage names, birthdays, girlfriends/wives, and status in the band.
6. True Avenged Sevenfold fans love the boys not only for their music, but their personalities, and feel connected, and inspired by them, even if they have never had the opportunity to meet them.
7. True Avenged Sevenfold fans are known in school as the A7x girl or guy. All your friends know that you love this band.
8. True Avenged Sevenfold fans write anything band related all over their body, and re-write it when it starts to fade.
9. True Avenged Sevenfold fans would ditch a date in a second if they seriousl
Iz proaspatstrang plapuma la pieptIz proaspat6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
si ma gandesc copilareste
ca amandoi auzim acelasi vant
cand m-am trezit imi crescuse o aripa
si cand am falfait ca un re-incepator
s-a mai ridicat praful de prin aorte
si parca si gerul de afara nu mai era chiar de boboteaza
s-au racit subit
au tremurat panzele de paianjen
crescute de un an
intre bratele mele (inca verzi)
scheletii din dulap au ciulit urechile
cand ti-au auzit pasii
in anticamera mea
se simt amenintati cu extinctia
caci apocalipsa singuratatii trece
iar noi nu vom mai fi de sine statatori
se simte clar
izul de primavara
si radacinile care ne leaga
pe banca de la facultate
scrie scrijelit ca te iubesc
eu stiu ca nu trebuie sa cred
tot ce citesc
daca e adevarat ?...
Preaai parul prea marePrea7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
prindeti-l in cingatoare
ai umerii prea goi
pune ceva vant pe ei
sau mai bine sa te infofolesc cu-n brat
prea multe broaste in lac
le alung pe limba lor
e prea multa lume in jur
sa cante ceva mai incet
sau mai bine sa roim mai inspre ponton
e prea mult aer intre noi
sa facem menghina din corpuri
gura ta e prea stinghera
sa nu fie din cauza alei mele
sau mai bine sa te sarut sa-ti treaca ?
off, cat nu voiam sa cada luna, lacul sa nu paleasca, tu sa nu te inrosesti, eu sa nu-ti stigmatizez doar obrazul
ar fi fost prea pre-romantic