Dedicated to my WatchersDedicated to my Watchers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As some of you know I issued a challenge for myself in my newest journal. With many fun and imaginative suggestions from some of my deviously devious friends...
Here are the pieces that were inspired by you.
Perfect little circle
Through which life feeds
Umbilical link to perfection
Forming fetal in the womb
Heavy metal dangles
Causing infection to the core
That rotten center
From which love once bloomed
When Gay Unicorns Die
two unicorns battle
epic in hues of gay and gayer
slashed through the jugular
blood arcs out in crimson rainbows
alas the gayest unicorn dies
guts like pink fluff spread far
for the evil kittens to play
bouncing in their castle of air
evil as they are
even kittens must bounce when gay unicorns die
When Winter Comes
in trees of green
flashes of fur race time
stashing their dreams
before the winter comes
the squirrels know
that they must protect their nuts!!
in my minds eye i see
The Runts - DBZ poetryThe Runts - DBZ poetry2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A women. Independent and smart.
And a prince. Ignorant and no heart
have two perfect children.
How did that happen?
Well the man found love,
and put love, not killing above.
To fight for his runts
Bulla and Trunks.
Untitled.Untitled.2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He awakes lying on his back on the altar of a church.
He feels…stiff, dry, worn out, and incredibly confused. His confusion only increases when he looks to the right of him and sees another man lying on the altar beside him.
But…it isn't just any man – it is himself. But the other him…the other him looks, well, dead. And how is that even possible? His hand stretches out, fingertips skimming across the high cheekbones of his – but not his – face. The skin is waxy and cold. He is dead, and has been for a while, although the corpse must have been preserved in some way.
So then…is he a ghost? How would that work, exactly? He feels so real, more real, even, than the dead him, who is as still and artificial looking as a mannequin, scarlet hair falling over closed eyes. His own eyes flick down to the corpse's neck, where a ragged wound is, black around the edges as though burnt. Caused by…a raygun. He remembers now, with a strange sort of s
Fucking MonsterFucking Monster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know I'm ugly
I know I'm damned
This monster can't hide
Under this mask for much longer
I've got matted, shaggy fur
And long, silver, dagger claws
Scary teeth and glowing eyes
And a soul of pure gold
Fuck this world
And everyone in it
Except for you folks
Who made it easy
I'm just scared
Of this dark cruel world
I can't stand it
This fear is fuel
For my unlucky soul
Ritual Chapter 1Ritual Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey emo slut!"
"Learn to dress normal!"
"Is that some gay screamo band on your shirt?"
Those were some of the slurs I got as I walked into school. I was wearing black skinny jeans with a black veil brides t-shirt, and black converse. My hair was dyed black, and was down. A few cuts occupied my wrist. I had a few bracelets on, to cover up most of them, but you could still see a few.
I walked up to my locker, where my best friend Peyton was standing.
"Did you ask your mom about the BVB concert on Friday?" she asked
"Crap! I knew I forgot something!" I opened my locker. "I'm thinking about just saying that I'm going to your house and we can just go anyway. I don't think she'll want me going." I grabbed my math book and we started walking towards Geometry.
"That could work. She is pretty gullible," she paused. "Do you want to go to the after-party?"
My jaw dropped. "How the HELL are we supposed to get in?!"
"They're having it in the penthouse at the Blue Moon Hotel. My brother is the mana
TutorTutor3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The door bell rang and a frown formed on the boys faces "FRANK GET YOUR BACK SIDE DOWN HERE KNOW TO MET YOUR NEW TUTOR!" called the boy's mother
"I don't need a tutor." He bitched under his breath as he clumped down the stairs making sure he put his childish teenage point across as he reach the bottom
"Are you done?" he mother asked
"No hold on." He jumped on of the last step making sure the under stair cupboard door opens and the mop and broom and other things fell out "No I'm done." He said with a smiled
"Your still have this tutor."
"Fuck!" he moaned as his mother open the door.
Frank froze for a few seconds at his tutor shit was his thought I'm doomed my mother got me a stud muffin he thought wait stud muffin WTF "Frank this is Gerard Way he is the new assistant teacher in Art he will be helping you with your maths." Frank let out a hiss that he was just a automatic responds of the words 'maths', the man giggled oh
Amy Wikipedia BioAmy Wikipedia Bio4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kaitlyn Amelia Ackles (born February 17th, 1984), better known simply as Amy Ackles, is an American professional wrestler of mixed Native American-French-Caucasian descent, currently signed to World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE), working on its Raw brand. Ackles began her professional wrestling career in 2002, directly after graduating high school, on the independent circuit, where she was known under the name of Amy. She trained at several camps before working under a developmental contract for Ohio Valley Wrestling (OVW). Despite being capable in the ring, she was often looked down upon due to her model-esque looks and while on the independent scene, she never got the opportunity to make a name for herself.
Professional Wrestling Career
Early Career (2002-2004)
Ackles was a fan of wrestling her entire life, she really started to get into it more and more as the WWE brought in more women, called 'Divas'. She aspired to be like Trish Stratus or Lita, thus started
Shatter - QuestionsShatter - Questions3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Shatter batted bordedly at the leaf, putting her paw ontop of the browny thing and listening to it crackle. She couldnt help but smirk slightly, but her twinkle of amusement fadded quickly at the pawsteps of another cat coming. She turned her blind-looking gaze and spotted a tan coloured flank, and as she realised it wasnt someone she knew she dropped her gaze.
"Hello!" The cat chimed, sitting casually beside the snowshoe. "My name is Chipmnuk! What's yours?" she prodded curiously. Shatter clenched her teeth, she was horrible at socialising, and it was worse when she was judge by her eyes. She kept her gaze at her paws and the leaf beneath it.
"Uh, Shatter." The she-cat meowed simply. "My name is Shatter."
"Oh," The brown apprentice smiled. "Nice to meet you!" She's a perky one... the snowshoe thought with a crooked frown.
"So you and Jasper are in love, right? Im a stalker.." Chipmunk giggled casually. Shatter's blind-like
Remember When You Said Forever? -Poetry-Remember When You Said Forever? -Poetry-2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Remember when you said forever?
My heart is what you nearly severed.
You had promised me you'd never leave?
The result of cuts covered by sleeves.
I nearly lost myself that night
Where I had gave everyone quite a fright.
I slit my wrists until they were drenched
My eyes were shut, my teeth were clenched.
You were and always will be
Oh so much better than me.
From your perfect hair to your unique style,
This self harm is only a trial.
When I write down these last words
I will be free.
I will fly like a bird.
So if you did tell me now
If you can see this somehow
I miss you so much it hurts my heart
I should of expected it from the start.
When you can see what you've done to me
Then maybe you can start to see
All the things I had done for you
All the things I had done. You have no clue.
Please, why can't I just be happy?
For things to just not be so crappy?
For things to actually go my way...
Why couldn't you have just stayed?
As I hang this rope up above me,
Did you ever truly
questioningquestioning3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
promise or forget.
questions of the past.
here is my heart hold it.
watch my blood flow fast.
he makes my heart pound.
but so does another.
his voice is my favourite sound.
why must I suffer?
promise or forget.
What is My Chemical Romance?What is My Chemical Romance?3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
What is My Chemical Romance?
For most, it's a once intolerable life, now saved by a single song lyric. It's being that kid sitting alone at lunch with a new-found pride in the Black Parade lyrics sprawled across their chest.
For many, My Chemical Romance truly is the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned. Never before has a group of fans been able to truly, and honestly admit that a band is the reason they are still here today. It's pretty much impossible to explain that surreal connection you feel to every word Gerard belts out on the new CD you've had on repeat for the last 8 hours.
Loving MCR isn't an obsession. It's not a fad. It's the feeling of knowing that, as long as there are other Killjoys walking the earth, you will never have to feel alone again. I'm proud to be apart of some of the toughest, most faithful family in the world. I know I'm not alone in saying that my only goal in life is to be able to walk up to Gee, Mikey, Ray, Bob and even Frank, an
Not your normal walkNot your normal walk2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Joana and Jana were walking , the disguise they had was great , because they didn't pull any attention or that what they thought , they move around the city , until they noticed a figure flying , and some people were pointing and some move quicker
They heard a young girl talking next to them
"look mom , UltraWoman "
the mother pushed her daughter to move
"yeah i know , mary , now lets move quickly before she decide to go down here"
Joana pointed to Jana to follow her , they took a back alley next to a warehouse which Joana noticed it was abandoned , and entered with Jana
Jana looking at her mistress
"why did we not try to meet the Heroes of This city ?"
Joanne ripping off her disguise and throwing at the ground , Jana following
"We don't want to influence the future , we want to try as much to keep a low profile "
Joana looked at her wrist
"Hmm still time for the chronometer displacement beacon to recharge , well at least we didn't pull any attention"
They then hear someone
Forgotten heartForgotten heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe i was lonley,
maybe i was sad ,
but maybe i wasn't the only gril that ever had,
a forgotten heart,
a heart that needs to learn to restart,
a that is covered in woodworm and cobwebs,
a heart that doesn't want to see day again,
and maybe if i wandered back into the sun a god would gentely touch me,
and make me whole again.
BalanceJust when you thought everything was going rightBalance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One person does something wrong
and the scales tip
All was well.
You were happy, I was happy.
Life was good.
But then the universe decided we couldn't be content.
And the scales tipped.
Now your sad,
and I'm fumbling around,
trying to fix this mess we landed in.
I'm not good at this though.
And you can't tell me how to help.
Your sucked into the drama,
living it while
I'm just watching from the sidelines.
I'm sorry I can't help.
All I can do is be here for you,
and hope it's enough.
halloweenhalloween3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us welcome Halloween,
Put a mask and paint your face,
How is this different from everyday?
Take the treats from stranger's hands,
Since when we got that much trust?
Embrace the monsters you are always afraid,
I wish you'll do that everyday.
I embrace the dark beauty everyday,
Do you think I am stuck in a forever Halloween?
You use fake blood everywhere,
Did you notice mine was real?
Let us welcome Halloween,
Put a mask and paint your face,
Look at me
And learn from me
And you will see,
Different types of Halloween.
Three DeathsThree Deaths2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Three Deaths
Death heard that his brother has been judged for starting the apocalypse. But Death knows that his brother did not. So he must go on his journey.
But Death cannot leave his duties to watch the dead, so he summoned the three. Death told the three "I am going on a journey. I want you three to watch the dead for me". They agreed.
The legendary three had a specific way of doing Death's duties to guard the souls.
One of the three was Artemis.
Once, Artemis was Crow Father's pupil. But now Artemis is helping Death.
The second of the three was Gatekeeper.
Once, Gatekeeper was a royal prince that got selfish, so he was punished for his crime and has to work for Death now.
The third of the three was Deathrunner. He was made to guard the souls. Whoever hurts the souls will be eaten.
21 ways to become Bonnie Bennett ...21 ways to become Bonnie Bennett ...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
1) Have a whole bunch of books with all sorts of spells.
2) Be able to do all sorts of spells.
3) Get intimidated even by the simplest of threats.
4) Absolutely never have a contingency plan.
5) Never even think about searching for safety measures and the like to protect you and your friends from a family of crazy vampires.
6) Temporarily have the power of a hundred witches and use it to create cloudy skies and windy nights but instead of simply eliminating your enemies you waste your time with torturing them.
7) Have nosebleeds when you exhaust yourself with magic.
8) Be able to identify vampires by mere touch, state that it feels like death and later loose that ability and sensation completely.
9) State that you are a servant of nature and that the balance of power is important but always do stuff that threatens that balance even more.
10) Be some weird mixture of pseudo-wicca and flower power child.
11) Have a dead grandmother who returns as a ghost to you and tells you that you are
What Makes You Beautiful...What Makes You BeautifulWhat Makes You Beautiful...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(My thank you letter to Nude Models)
What makes you beautiful is not the nakedness of your form or the suggestiveness of your pose.
It is not how close the lens zooms to the most prized and priceless areas of your anatomy.
It is not the illusion of whatever suggestion is conveyed by your expression and the ambiance of your setting,
Nor is it the way the light falls across your frame to cast a symphony of shadows and highlights which seem to play in perfect harmony.
Though all of these things have their place in the art you create
What makes you beautiful is something far more innate
It is your knowledge of self and freedom to express
It is the way you make confidence seem natural and effortless
It is the vulnerability you are not afraid to show
It is the union of your mind, body, spirit and soul
It is how your image transcends the lust of undeveloped minds
And portrays the elegance of a form ordained before time
What makes you beautiful is something much deeper