Bigotry murders religion to frighten fools with heWe are just seperate souls that drift off in the blur of society.
Just passing through without another thought.
I am the apparition who lays beside you under your covers and forms you and your state of mind.
Small talk with fellow students for weeks yet you cannot recall their names.
The friends who were once close, you can't even recognize their faces.
We're all ghosts; transparent and temporary.
But if we're all ghost, how can I remember you?
The sentimental ring your name resounds,
every touch your fingers leave.
Spotlight on the first day we met.
Every memory spent,made,created together more vivid than the next.
Maybe we aren't all ghosts after all...
Dreamer's Suicidal TemptationsWhy does it always have to end up like this? Why can I never actually be happy? Happy and actually being the keywords here. I just want to live my own fairy tale with magic and rainbows and unicorns and glitter,is that too much to ask? Just for once, something not temporary, something I can hold on to. But no, my prayers are never answered. Are they? Don't know, we're all predictable, we're all a tease, we're all disposable. No, I'm living another shade of nightmares, a lighter tone, a happier shade, but a nightmare no less.Dreamer's Suicidal Temptations3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"Why can't you just deal?" he yelled, pinning me to the wall.
"What if I don't want to?" I shakily replied, a burning sensation in the back of my irises.
"Weakling." he said, spitting in my face.
"Liar." I replied, trying to muster enough venom. He laughed.
Now don't worry about me, you never had, so why start now? Be good little boys and girls and maybe you'll gain some composure. Maybe. I don't even want to do this, not now, not fully, not yet. I need to
Terrible Things Ryden"Dad?"Terrible Things Ryden4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Brendon looked up from his phone, checking for messages when he set his gaze on his bright fifteen-year-old son George, who was now peering into the kitchen. Sunlight shone from the crack in the window and danced across his day dreaming eyes.
"Can I ask you something dad?" He replied nerviously, running his hand through his soft locks of hazel hair.
"Yeah, sure, anything."
"How did you know you loved mom?"
Brendon's chest tightened.
"Because there's this girl,and-"
"Go to the car." Brendon said interrupting him.
"I said, go to the car, we're going to take a little field trip."
Brendon eyed his son carefully as he ran around the corner. He got up from the table. Breakfast would have to wait now. He grabbed his green hoodie from the rack. The brightness faded from his eyes, and as much as it pained him, this was one thing he couldn't run away from.
He slung his hoodie around his slender form, stil
But I must confess,I'm in love with my own sinsBelow the feet of the unsure adolecents,But I must confess,I'm in love with my own sins3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
under us is the corruption of arts and politics disfigured by the media,
polluted with bitterness and the sliver of petty disinterest.
Only the faint yet mezmerizing glow of the city lights remain,
for the purpose is to serve as a reminder.
Above us is pure and imperfect nothing.
Around us,go on, feel around,
around us lies the pathetic obsessions over materialistic goods.
Reoccuring and distorted by the cameras.
Standing confidently behind me and my stiff and insecure figure,
your skeletal,pale arms surround me,
they contrast with your dark choice in clothing,
spread across my own like delicate wings.
"Have you ever thought about drowning?"
OMG! 2I sat on the ugly turquoise couch which clashed with the bright orange walls next to Brendon. Spencer and Jon were glued to the monitors and discussing different tactics for whatever they were planning. For once in the short time that I have known Brendon, he was surprisingly silent. His eyes were bright and widely open, his leg jiggling below him, fidgeting. He looked at me cautiously with puppy eyes, offering a sip of burning alcohol. I refused with a smile, "I'm straight edge for your information."OMG! 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
He looked at me with a goofy grin, leaning closer to me. "Straight what?"
I rolled my eyes at him playfully, "No drinking, drugs, or funny business." I stuck my tongue out at the end of my answer.
Brendon snickered, scrunching up his nose in the process. "I've never met one of those before."
"Well maybe it's about time you have."
"Getting comfy you two?" Jon asked. We instantly broke apart from each other; I didn't realize we were squished together. "Man up, it's go time." He said with il
Nerdy Love Pairings: Panic! At The DiscoNerdy Love3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Spencer Smith/Jon Walker
Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie
Hi, I'm Spencer Smith. There's not much to say about me really. I have two best friends, Ryan and Brendon. Brendon is a complete spazzoid who's always hyper with his ADHD and his stupid love for the drink Red Bull (as I hate it, it's like drinking liquid crap!). He's always breaking into "interprative dance" as he likes to call it, or randomly punching the air while screaming some quote from a Japanese anime show he likes to watch like, "I choose you pikachu!" He is just something else from the rest of us with his weird obsessions and red glasses he always ends up breaking and his too tight pants he needs help moving in. His pet name for me is "Spencezoid" and Ryan's is "Ryku-san". I think he's just obsessed with anime because they're so much alike- the hyper ADHD attitude, weird, long hair that's spiked up, big eyes, and the list could go on. In short, Bren
OMG!Oh my gosh! Please tell me this is just Principal Gerard playing a prank on me for skipping class. If I was a zombie a minute ago, I'm wide awake now. A 30-aught gun is pointed at my head by a man. He is fairly young, in his late teens or early twenties; his hair is dark and sticks up on end in a way that makes it look attractive. Not that he is or anything, just a simple observation. His head is down as he cracks his neck, the muzzle still pointed in my direction. I can't see his face; I don't recognize him at all. My breathing suddenly becomes heavier, sweat decorating my temple, my legs tremble. I watch him silently, not making a sudden move, cautiously observing his actions as I plan my escape. His lips part slightly yet agonizingly slow, slurring the words, "Don't you move." His statement was enough for me as I suddenly felt my hands being secured together behind my back hastily and an old sack being pulled over my head. I let out a piercing scream when I feel an impact to my headOMG!3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Let the Music do the Talking, a ryden thingyLet the Music do the TalkingLet the Music do the Talking, a ryden thingy4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I look at you,
Pale, anorexic complexion caked in makeup.
Clothing that suffocates your thin figure,
But makes you cute as hell.
Short, choppy, swishy faux black hair,
Covers your eyes,
Filled with desperation.
Raven underlines each eye,
So I receive sharper, pouty, intense glares.
Then I look at myself,
Short, pathetic, dorky with glasses.
Pixie cut hair, braces, and pimples.
How can I even compare myself to you?
It finally happens.
Wailing away on crunchy guitar solos,
Just us two.
I hear your flat but siren seducing voice
Singing razor sharp melodies.
Our eyes meet,
And let the music do all the talking.
Waves of emotion,
Intensity, friction, craving, addiction
Is never enough.
I am complete,
I am in love,
You are everything I need.
Baby, Come on-RydenRyan walked down the halls of the school, head hung low, blending into the wall. Being the new kid, that was kind of hard. Everyone's eyes were on you. He missed his old school with the teachers that didn't call on him to make him introduce himself, the kids that would just pass him and not give him a second glance. Where when he did get noticed the other kids would murmur "Who is he? How long as he been here?" That was who he was. Not the new fresh meat. He hated attention. He got enough of that back home.Baby, Come on-Ryden5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Correction, he used to get enough of that at home.
Not that he liked the attention, he absolutely hated it, but he liked the places where no one paid him any mind. Here, everyone was in his business.
And of course there had to be that one kid that wouldn't leave him alone naturally.
As he entered his first class he heard people already talking about him. Not that he really paid them much attention. If he ignored them they would leave him alone...
He thought wrong.
He showed t
Who Are You? - RYDONFandom: Panic! At The DiscoWho Are You? - RYDON3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Rydon/Ryden (Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie)
Point of View: Brendon
Baggy jeans held up with a black belt bearing the logo of something that I think is meant to represent a gun of some sort. A blue polo shirt emblazoned with the mark of one of those overpriced brands that all the 'cool' kids go crazy for. A watch that blatantly cost more money than my Saturday job could make me in a year. Hair combed into one of those stupid hairstyles that are meant to look effortless but clearly took longer than an hour to perfect. A clean face; no make-up, not even those adorably original little eyeliner doodles, just a boringly blank canvas.
Everything standing in front of me is not my boyfriend, is not Brendon Urie's Ryan Ross. It's a zombie, a clone of everything that I thought we both hate.
"Brendon? Stop staring. Please." He mumbles, fingers twisting nervously into the fabric of his top. "D-don't you like it?"
At that I have to laugh because no, I
Aladdin's Apparatus: Musical Differences " [We] left to embark on a musical excursion of [our] own.Aladdin's Apparatus: Musical Differences3 years ago in Romance More Like This
We have made music together in the past,we've creatively evolved in
we have remained close and honest with each other...our goals are
parting ways is truly the best for each of us.
Count to Ten 2Pairing: Panic! At The DiscoCount to Ten 23 years ago in Drama More Like This
Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie
"Ryan!" That was the last word my mother breathed out, pushing me out of the way of my intoxicated father. Our home was a hell made from mountains of dried out beer cans and shattered bottles, cigarette trails, scattered perscription pills, and lingering smoke that replaced the oxygen. My father took his drunken wraths on us. There my mother lay knocked out unconcious on the vomit stained carpet. Her beautiful porcelain face was stained with purple-black bruises, lipstick smeared,hair a mess,bloody scars and shattered glass pieces flawed her skin. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad, he's family... but that doesn't change anything that happened.
And that was the last time I saw mother, laced up in black and silk, all pretty and polished, bandaged and unscathed, except for the fact that she was dead in her casket. I welcomed the two new black eyes on my complexion g
Flawless- JoncerJon craved friction. Especially with a song like this. House music pumping through the speakers and strobe lights flashing to the beat. He'd let any girl grind up on him, but he stopped it at that. He knew if he brought the dirty club girls home, he'd catch some an STD if he slept with them and didn't want to risk it just for one night of pleasure.Flawless- Joncer4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He had been here for like 4 hours & he was getting quite bored with these whorish girls. He neared the exit when he saw the most perfect creature he'd ever laid his eyes on. She hair that just grazed her shoulders. She was wearing a tight pink t-shirt that showed off her pretty much flat chest. Sure there wasn't much to look at up there, but the story was completely different with her bottom half. She had curvy hips, making Jon practically buck at the sight. She shyly stood by herself against the wall. Jon needed this girl. He walked up to her, taking her by the hand to the middle of the dance floor. He got behind her, grinding himself into
How Far Would You Run-Rydon-1Testosterone BoysHow Far Would You Run-Rydon-14 years ago in Romance More Like This
I'm curled up on my bed, journal and pen in hand, inking out the words that will never be able to convey my feelings towards Ryan.
I knew I was screwed from that first time you caught me staring, the first time you grinned at me, the first time you walked away. Why did you have to call me "sweetheart," act so seductive, tease me? You're so handsome and perfect and you know it. You could have anyone you want. All I want is that someone to be me.
"Hey, Brendon, what are you writing?" Ryan asks, beginning to lean over my shoulder. I hadn't even heard him come in.
"Nothing!" I startle, snapping my journal closed. "I mean, um, it's really personal."
Ryan shoots me a look, half amused, half understanding, half frustrated. No wait, that doesn't add up. He looks amused and understanding and burning with frustration. I wonder what's up with him, but I know better than to ask.
"Let me guess," he states flatly. "It's about some girl and how in love with her you are
All Was Golden- JoncerWhere is he? Spencer wondered aloud as he eagerly looked around Angels and Kings.All Was Golden- Joncer6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Hell be here. Ryan comforted as he placed a hand on Spencers shoulder.
Theres no way that Jon would miss your birthday, Spence! Brendon yelled over the brain-rattling, bass heavy dance music.
Mm. Spencer smiled weakly.
Come on, Spencer! Loosen up for Gods sake! Gabe bellowed as he threw an arm around Spencers shoulder. His drink still in hand, Gabe threw his arms up in drunken surprise when he saw Pete walk through the doors.
Pete! My buddy! My pal! Gabe held his arms open as if Pete were going to walk into them; he just walked right past him.
Its your birthday, what can you possibly be sad about, Spence? Pete asked, concerned. Its just-Spencer began.
Jon. Ryan and Brendon finished.
Hes been searching for him since the party started! Three hours
Inceptioned (dreams)Seething in bed soundly,Inceptioned (dreams)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my subconcious alive,
my own state of mentality irrelevant.
Depicted in picturesque, distorted events of non-reality.
No definate beginning or end.
Felt in the moment,
strange when awakened.
Flexible--Rydon--74"You look someone just dropped a bomb on you," Spencer comments lightly when Ryan re-enters the room, phone clutched to his chest. "Who was it?"Flexible--Rydon--743 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ryan sits down on the couchthump!not touching Brendon. "It it was Trevor," he says numbly.
Brendon stares guiltily at the floor as Spencer and Brent exchange knowing glances. "Ahh, and how is he?" Spencer asks, but Ryan's not listening anymore. Not really. He's trying to find Trevor in his head, trying to hear his exquisite snarls, but everything is silent as the phone call plays over again in his mind
"Trevor?" Ryan asked incredulously as the bottom of his heart dropped open. "No way "
"Yeah, actually," Trevor said, his voice half teasing.
Ryan slid to the floor and pressed a hand to his head. "I can't believe " he began, then cleared his throat. "So what's up?"
"I just wanted to let you know that I heard it," Trevor said. "Your song, I mean. On the radio. The one you wrote m
Count to Ten 31-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10Count to Ten 33 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Ready or not, here I come!"
I heard Brendon's voice bellow from my hiding spot. I heard his footsteps echoing.
"Come out come out whereever you are!" His pitch was high and teasing. I sucked in a deep breath. It was silent for a moment. It was silent for minutes. My visions was bluring behind the pile of leaves I was hiding behind.
"Gotchya RYRY!" I screamed, jumping onto my shoulders. Screaming in hysterics and pinching my hips. I let out a strangled yelp and frantically jumped out from the leaves. He was laughing behind me, I pouted and put my hands on my hips.
"That wasn't very nice Brendon!" He rolled his eyes and stuck his toungue out at me playfully. He snickered and hugged me from behind, burying his face in my neck like my mother used to do.
"I'm sorry Ryry."
And that was just the beginning for us ten year olds.
Ten. That's how many times I got beaten up this week by my drunk of a father. A few bruises painting
Gone -Ryden-"Ryan?"Gone -Ryden-4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ryan looks up from his suitcase, locking eyes with the boy in the doorframe. He looks worried, sad even, at the sight of his boyfriend packing his clothes into the small case.
"Go back to bed love, its okay," Ryan whispers, brushing some strands of hair out of his face. He hadn't slept in days, maybe weeks. Night after night spent tossing and turning in the bed he shares with his lover, unable to sleep once again.
"Ryan, what are you doing?" Brendon whispers, padding softly into the living room, perching himself gently on the arm of a lounge chair. His eyes are sad, lacking the shine they usually have. He's dressed in nothing but old pyjama pants, borrowed from Ryan.
"Brendon, please," Ryan says softly, closing the suitcase and zipping it up. He's wearing Brendon's clothes - Brendon's jeans, his old shirt, and his jacket. He's brushed his messy hair multiple times, but can't get the week-old tangles out. He lacks the gentle nature that Brendon has when it comes to that, tugging
Fitting InI could,Fitting In3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh trust me, I could.
So easily could I change my appearance,
Both inside and out,
So easily can I become another,
Another part of a widespread group,
Yet, I do not,
I do not speak to it,
My opinions kept silent,
My thoughts rarely expressed.