Don't worry about PlutoThe sun is just a big bully anyway
A bit inconsiderate wet baby
That everyone oh's and ah's at
Because it's the only one
That lights up their sky.
Venus is like the neglected child,
The baby's older sister
But nobody cares about her
She can't be measured by innocence anymore
When compared to her younger sister
Mercury is the bully brother
He pretends not to care
That nobody cares about him
But he does, and it's obvious
Earth is the talented kid
But he has no control over his life
His talents control him
Sometimes he just wants to hide
Mars is the freak of the family
Always being watched
Because nobody trusts
What they don't really know
Jupiter is just the big rich one
He has a scar, sure
But it's a small price to pay
He's really just hot gas
Saturn is only known by connection
The crowd she surrounds herself with
The center of the crowd
But nobody really understands her
Neptune thinks he's all cool
But he's not so much
Nobody really cares about him
But he still tries
Uranus. No words to
Look At YouLook at you. Look at how disgustingly fat you are.Look At You5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I cringed at the voice in my head. I knew that I shouldn't have had that toast for breakfast this morning. Even if it was plain.
Look at that little muffin top. Makes me sick. How can you stand looking at yourself in the mirror?
I frowned and looked down at the shorts I had chosen to wear. I immediately cringed at what I saw. The voice was right. It looked like I had decided to buy the shorts at about two sizes too small. "I didn't gain weight, did I? I couldn't have, I've been working too hard to gain more weight."
Oh, but you did. You don't exercise enough, stupid girl. An hour every day? Bullshit! Make it two, at the bare minimum. You want to look beautiful right? Well beauty takes more effort than doing a few crunches and calling it quits.
"Two hours. That sounds about right. But I can still only run for a half an hour every day while my parents are out walking. More crunches. More pushups. More of all
Would You?Would You?Would You?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I sung the same song everyday.
Would you remember the lyrics?
If I told you the world will end tomorrow.
I'm not PerfectI'm not perfect,I'm not Perfect5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't wake up with my hair smooth and shiny...
I don't always smell like my perfume,
I don't always look like I came out of a magazine.
My face gets oily and sometimes I break out,
I can't just eat a salad for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I like sappy romance movies,
the kind of books that make you realize that
relationships will never be perfect.
When I sit I look kinda chubby ( or so I think),
I don't wear size 00 jeans.
I don't shop at Hollister or Aeropostle.
My hair isn't blond,
and my eyes aren't blue.
My breasts may not be as big as you like,
and my hips may be wide.
My lips aren't big and pouty,
my teeth aren't in a straight line.
I sometimes feel the need to eat 4 bowls of ice cream,
or fries with cheese whiz.
I may get tired a bit too early,
I don't always have the most energy.
I feel content sitting on the couch
watching House re-runs,
and episodes of Law and Order: SVU.
If you ask, I'll always try and tell you the truth.
I make stupid decisions,
The MCR Fanfiction Parody Ch.1The sky outside the black MCR tour bus was a dreary gray as they drove forth, deeper and deeper into darker and darker gray. It was very cold and a little wet in this area. The leaves had fallen off the trees, and they looked deformed and even colder than the bundled up people who hurried under them. Generally, it was extremely miserable outside.The MCR Fanfiction Parody Ch.16 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Which meant it was just perfect for My Chemical Romance.
And inside said tour bus, something dark and vile that smelled like brimstone was a-brewing. It would spawn sadistic rituals and odd chants. Spells and sorcery. Blood, sweat, tears (mostly blood! Yay!). There would be pain. There would be peril. There was a new album coming out.
Gerard Way rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He was clad today in a black hoodie with a black blazer over it, black jeans, and beat up black sneakers. His hair was an inky black,
Danger Days-Chapter 2"Party, c'mon, I really don't want to do this."Danger Days-Chapter 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Don't be a bitch, Frank. You have to know your colleagues."
"But I don't want to!"
"Jesus Christ, what's your problem?"
Frank didn't want to admit what his problem was. He was enjoying the time he was spending alone with Party Poison more than he probably should've. In the past hour they'd spent together, he'd found out Party Poison was amazing with a laser gun, his favorite color was red (hence his hair), he loved coffee, and he had a cute laugh.
Frank closed his eyes and replied, "Nothing. Let's just get this over with."
They approached an old, yellow Trans Am that had an American Flag painted on the side of it. One man was under it, another was sitting inside it, and the little girl, Jeanette, sat on the hood of it.
"The one in the car? That's my brother, Kobra Kid," Party Poison said. "The one working on the car is Jet Star. And you know Jen, of course."
A man with blond hair and sunglasses on stuck his head out the driver's side win