How My Chemical Romance Saved My LifeHow My Chemical Romance Saved My Life3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And that was that, I guess The pills weren't working, and so there wasn't anything left to do except put that big old kitchen knife to her throat. Or fly off the top of that big bank building downtown. Or take then entire bottle of those lovely little pills that were supposed to make everything better.
I slunk across the floor of the house, silent at three in the morning, and unmoving under the silver moonlight except for me, trudging along with the bottle of pills in my hands. I laughed a little at the irony.
These pills this medication was supposed to make my life brighter and take away the depression and pain. They hadn't done their job, so they were being commissioned by me to perform one final fling. A contract kill that'd relieve the pain permanently. Seemed about right, to end a futile life that I was tired of living. I'm a fish in a barrel anyways; waiting to be picked out by the stronger,
and it came on in waves.and it came on in waves.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Big Sur was a name that lived in the mouths of surfers and the words of Jack Kerouac and Henry Miller. Spontaneity drove me to this place as I ventured away from the Los Angeles wasteland back to the Silicon graveyard called home. The boredom of business for a whole week might have been the true cause. I'm never one not to take an adventure.
But California natives drove smart. To cross from one side of the state to the other, you took I-5 or 101. We laughed at the idiots who took the "scenic route" for pleasure, not for business. You only took Highway 1 to access the beaches. With the twists and turns, possible motion sickness, mudslides, rockslides, fog and constant construction, Highway 1 was a tourist's wake-up call-- not all is sunny-sexy in the Golden state. Seeing as I lived four years away from home, where the Northeast's transportation circulatory system pulses strong, fast and easy, I did an un-native thing and turned off at Pismo Beach for Highway 1.
Driving this road a few h
SAGITTARIUSSAGITTARIUSSAGITTARIUS5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Polarity - Positive
Modality - Mutable
Element - Fire
*Ruled by: Jupiter. Jupiter symbolizes expansion, growth, and prosperity.
Major Traits: Adventurous, independent
Independent, lively, and brimming with an irrepressible sense of possibility, you feel most vibrantly alive when you're having an adventure in the world.
The Sunny Side
At your happiest and best, you're a free spirit, a cheeful wanderer, an honest and intelligent companion, and a philosopher who likes to ponder the big questions - preferably with a few pals and a plentiful supply of snacks. You see life as an ongoing quest for experience and wisdom, not as a search for security. Restless and excitable, with a rapid-fire wit, you chafe under restriction and demand autonomy, which you happily extend to others.
In your eternal quest for experience and knowledge, you pursue a multitude of interests and you set ambitious, wide-ranging goals for
Iris's story7 EngIn anticipation of death I screwed up my eyes and waited for that famous light at the end of the tunnel, that everyone seems to see before the death. I thought about Erik, about my parents, about words that I hadn't said to them and things I hadn't done. Thoughts tore my head apart and it seemed like I would die not from the dagger on my neck but from an overabundance of thoughts and feelings. All this weighted on me with unbearable force and I couldn't wait any longer. But for some reason Death wasn't there, is Death late for the work? It's impossible.Iris's story7 Eng4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A moment later I heard a terrible scream, the voice was mine but it wasn't me screaming. I was afraid to open my eyes not knowing what I can see. Maybe it's the way newcomers are met in hell? With a terrible scream of your own voice which scares you so much that horror iced blood. Although the dead no longer needs the blood circulation...
To my surprise I began to feel my throat, warm air was gently warming it up and it melted. I could
Who Can Parent A ChildMurderersWho Can Parent A Child6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clinically insane
Irresponsible parents who leave the knives out
Homeless people who don't want to work
Who claim the kids just for the perks
A mother who has 15 other biological kids, only three from the same father
Who wants help paying for them
Even those willing to brainwash
... You know, as long as they're not gay.
A Rose by Any Other NameA Rose by Any Other Name5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissociative expressions. The never-ending hostile questions and the silent blame and accusations lying unspoken on dry lips.
You did this. Youre not sick. Youre just a twisted, manipulative lunatic.
Under medication and the slow Novocain drip of sedation, I wish for another disease. I want a tumor in my head something t
The Artist SyndromeThis work is simply brilliant!The Artist Syndrome1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Says the artist in me.
I'll have it framed twice!
So precious it be...
Says the artist in me,
But what if people hate it?
So precious it be!
I cannot let them take it!
And what if people hate it,
And what if they hate me?
I cannot let them take it
I'll lock it away you see!
And what if they hate me?
A simple lock will not suffice!
I'll lock it away you see.
In a land of frozen ice...
"And that, my dear Mrs. Sutherland, is why I shipped my art homework to Antarctica!"
sense of mesense of me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've always the quite one. The weirdo you've never notice but scence I've learn how to focus. I've realize why I shut myself up. I have too big of a mouth and too much love to burn out. I've seen it all before. I guess I was that girl. So what if I just sat quietly and not speak to anyone who approached me. you'd never notice the pain behind that smile. It's burned out….burned out. Crowed my head again. All I can do is hurt over and over. I'm hurting u, myself and him. la la la la la la la. This morning I told myself I could change but all I ever do if screw it up. Maybe this time, oh wait today but I can't I have failed u again and again. I just can't shut my big mouth. Words come out like knifes that scar u and leave you with the pain of guilty lies. I'm drowning in blood. Too much emotions going through my heart. Pain, love, guilt… and lots of other things. Too much overwhelming me. I'll be the girl who cries herself to sleep at night rethinking these memories. I've always been the
Synacky- Tears Dont Fall [One Shot]Dear Zacky, Brian let out a shaky sigh as he began the letter that he knew would break his boyfriend's heart. With a calloused hand, he smoothed out the paper he was about to bare his soul into, ridding it of any creases that had tainted his appearance. Zacky would remember him by this for the rest of his life, he wanted it to be as aesthetically pleasing as something like that could be.Synacky- Tears Dont Fall [One Shot]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you're reading this, then I haven't chickened out. If you're reading this then it means that I'm dead, I finally did it. You'll hate me for this, I know you will. I hate me for this too, but I have no other option. I think deep down you won't even be surprised, you've always known that I'm weak beneath it all. I know I'm betraying you and, god, I know that I promised that I wouldn't but I'm sick of it, Z. I'm sick of pretending that I'm alright, and I'm sick of knowing that you're pretending too. Pretending that I'm not bringing you down. I wish I could be different, I wi
Just a Spark... Rus EngEverything had begun with a little spark, just a spark in his eyes. As soon as she saw this little fire she knew he was special, it was meant to be. The more her wind blew the brighter his fire burnt. And it didn't matter that they were different, different powers and different elements, they were connected. Sometimes just her soft breathing made him blaze up like a thousand suns. It incinerated him inside, he hated her always flowing on the wind hair, her silhouette in the blue sky and her cold eyes. Every movement of her body made him burn. His own fire made him miserable, because she could control it. But he hated one thing more than her. Himself. He liked the way she made him blaze up, the way her breath woke his fire up and the feeling of thousand burning suns in his heart. He loved her freedom and intrepidity. He loved her unpredictability. He loved her.Just a Spark... Rus Eng4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Heart BreakHeart Break3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You sit there,
Crying a waterfall of tears,
Soaking the pillow under your head,
Wishing for the pain to end
The world seems as if it's crashing down on you,
All your focus is on making the regret, the heartbreak, the betrayal,
Leave your soul through your tears
I've been there.
Your heart feels abused and torn,
Ripped out of your body,
Leaving you gasping for breath,
Because he once was your life line, your reason to live.
Your love was toyed with by the boy you thought you knew,
Who you thought was the one,
Yet your heart was broken into pieces in the blink of an eye
I've been there.
His face is all you see when you close your eyes,
Every thought leads back to him,
He never leaves your mind,
As if taunting you into insanity because you know he is no longer yours.
He was your other half,
Your protector sent from above,
Or so you thought
I've been there.
I've been through all of this,
I know heartbreak is like a walk through Hell,
The pain makes you feel anguishe
Don't.Don't do anything.Don't.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Anything at all.
Don't try to fall.
Don't think it's all over.
Don't try to leave this place.
For all eternity.
We can laugh.
We can think of this as a hoax.
Make it unreal.
Learn how not to feel.
Be happy with ourselves.
Feel joy once more.
DawnDawn2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dawns the morn so very bright and bold
that night's dark face can only turn away;
and all our dreams in sunlit skies are sold
as eventide gives pardon to the day.
She feels the cloak of dreams unclasp their sway
and fading softly spun into the gold,
that she will rise from sleep and make her way
ere morning grows another second old.
First Show - VO oneshot English RussianWARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE / ВНИМАНИЕ: НЕНОРМАТИВНАЯ ЛЕКСИКАFirst Show - VO oneshot English Russian2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You sure you remember the lyrics?" Kai checked his guitar strap, it has to be fasten perfectly otherwise he would accidentally throw it away in the middle of the song.
"How old do you think I am? 90?! I don't have problems with my memory!" Aeric kept jumping and stretching to prepare his muscles, he has to be in shape.
Ian giggled tuning his guitar; the guy in a fedora hat and suspenders was shaking a little. First show is a big deal for every band after all.
"You're tuning it for the fifth time already, come on, man" Dave put his covered with stars guitar in a big chair.
"It HAS to be perfect!" Ian kept checking every little detail.
"Relax, dude, it can't be perfect, we have this dude as a frontman, remember?" a drummer with long blond hair pointed at th
Girl as Buildingi fell in love with your architectureGirl as Building3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the cross beams of your cartilage
how your tendons knotted over nerves
like girders, holding up your arms
and the supple curve of neck
a room unto itself
the doors and windows of you
and each brick a voice
that resonates my mortar
the simple stairs of your legs
leading me skyward
where shoulders meet like corridors
and I find myself
taking up residence.
Castles in the airCastles in the air2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even the fools daydream...
That something could go on well,
oh, for a single time
they build castles in the air,
daring to hope, dream
to find a temporary haven of peace
to escape to during the winter
and dream of spring...
Lesbian LoveI am a girlLesbian Love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And so are you
When you kiss me
I feel brand new
People might stare
They might get mad
But they can't understand
Nothing they never had
My heartbeat flutters
My brain is a mess
I love you more everyday
Not ever less
I want to protect you
I want you to smile
I want you to know
You're not a trial
Without a doubt
You're my mate and soul
And without you
I might lose control
Boys want to fix me
Girls only sigh
But when I look at you
I cannot see why
They say we're the same,
But we're nothing alike
They label us weirdo's,
Ugly, and dyke
But there's a secret
They do not know
That our romance
Is not just show
I'm in this for you,
My other half
My freaking everything
Who makes me laugh
I am a girl
And I love you
You're a girl
And you love me, too