Yes, I am selfish.You know that awful feeling when you just can't affect something. When the only thing that's left is to do whatever you're told to, no matter how much you don't want to do it?
That hopeless feeling
No power, no control.
You have to obey.
Your wish to do otherwise is in no one's interest-
we won't help;
we can't help.
Everything happens so fast.
You're just watching, observing-
-people running, doing what they do best; no one looking at you and your needs.
You're selfish. they say.
Yes I am.
I'm sorry for being in love and not wanting to leave their side.
I'm sorry for caring about my sick grandmother and staying by her side.
I'm sorry for not being able to watch my parents fight.
That is not my kind of gameThere was this little girl;That is not my kind of game2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They called her Melanie.
Melanie was a quiet child,
Always playing alone
While all the other kids played dodge ball.
They asked her to play with them;
'No, that's not my kind of game'-
-She would tell them.
They never understood her
And she didn't care.
She was always playing alone,
But then from time to time
Someone would join her.
Not for long though.
Do you want to know Melanie's kind of game?
Let me tell you a story,
A story about a game with Melanie.
She had a friend.
A little boy who would play with her.
One day while playing hide and seek
And Melanie was the one hiding,
She hid in an old house.
The boy, a little scared, went in.
But he didn't know what was waiting in there for him.
He was walking up the old stairs
And saw Melanie standing on the very last stair.
She smiled and pushed him-
-It was a long and painful fall.
He broke quite a few bones
And started screaming
As he saw Melanie running
With an axe in her hand.
They first found the
VoicesYou know that buzzing sound you hear when you find yourself in a completely quiet room?Voices2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There are many stories that say that the sound are actually voices, though I know you don't believe the stories. I didn't believe either.
Until a week ago.
I came home from a concert and was extremely tired. I was lying in my bed, my eyes closed when I heard that annoying sound. I'm usually not bothered with it, but seriously, now?! I waited for the sound to pass but it wouldn't. I shook my head and turned around. It was still there. I tried covering my head with a pillow. There was s brief moment I thought the sound was gone, but as soon my breathing became steady again and I stopped moving I heard it again.
But it was different now. It wasn't only ringing as it usually does, it sounded more like whispering.
I was completely still, trying to figure out what I hear (if I hear anything).
Yeah, it's all in my head.- I thought to myself.
'Are you sure?' – I heard a silent voice asking.
All I wantWhenever I think of youAll I want2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel like crying.
Not because I'm scared of you
but because I care too much;
I know you don't- not this much
but I can't let you go.
I love you!
I want you,
I want you to hug me
and promise me you'll never let me go,
I want you by my side
until I stop breathing.
I don't want to love anyone else,
or be with anyone else,
I only want you.
BVB Quotes.. a lot of them"Never give in, never let anyone bring you down" ~Andy SixBVB Quotes.. a lot of them4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Like birds whose wings are broken, you live without direction!" ~Andy Six
"And the people who say things to you about the way you look and the way you dress, they have nothing more to their lives. That's all they do, and you have something more in you." ~Andy Six
"You don't fall in love with a gender, you fall in love with a person." ~Sandra Alvarenga
"Next time someone calls you a faggot, say "f*** you, you fat piece of s***!" ~Andy Six
"Just because we wear make-up don't mean we can't kick your a**!" ~The Black Veil Brides
"Ultimately, what you can see at a KISS concert is a bunch of stuff blow up and some old guys that can't really walk. What you can see at a Black Veil Brides concert is guys that put on one h*** of a show and bust their a**. So ya know, uh, eventually we will blow s*** up." ~Andy Six
"He had a very Hitlerian face...." ~Andy Six
"Every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll nev
Words are the most powerful weaponHow many times have you said something?Words are the most powerful weapon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Something out of place;
Something you regret saying;
Or something that made someone else change-
For the worse,
Or for the better?
Are you aware of how powerful words are?
Every letter has it's weight,
It may not seem like much,
But what is you expect from someone when they tell you:
I love you?
You don't expect them to leave.
You don't expect them to let you down.
I miss you?
You don't expect them to push you away.
I need you?
You don't expect them to be your slave.
You don't expect them to be happy.
What do you expect to happen if you tell someone:
You are not aware of how insecure they feel.
You are not aware that's that's exactly how they feel.
I don't need you, I don't want you.
You are not aware of how hopeless they feel.
You should just die
You are not aware of how much they want that.
You are worthless
My kind of love.I want the kind of love that forms colourful wings in my stomach. Wings that fly in circles because they're disorientated from my hearts heavy beating.My kind of love.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want the kind of love that's so radiant, I can't even bare to look in it's direction without closing my eyes first–– it burns brighter than the sun.
The kind of love that starts off slow then gains on you. Like a cheetah devouring you into itself for sustenance, creating a pattern only known to the gods.
A love that scares the fear, out of my life, making anything possible again.
A love that regresses two adults back into kids, playing hide and seek with their future.
I want the kind of love that's a Sunday in the middle of the week –– inconvenient.
I want the kind of love that dances at a funeral –– inappropriate.
I want the kind of love that's a muse to an artist –– inspiring.
I want the kind of love that's a .44 magnum revolver in a trunk of BB guns –– authentic.
As it once wasShe's still sitting there, at the grave, crying. I'm watching her as I feel the first raindrops touch my skin. My coat's becoming a burden and as I take the blades out, her cries become louder. Watching her hurts but I could never walk over to her, yet alone make her feel better; I was never good at all that emotional stuff, killing is the only thing I'm good at. I destroy everything around me, even myself.As it once was2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She used to be happy, I've never seen her cry or sad. She would visit me every wendsday (because that was her day off) and make me breakfast, do some cleaning and then go running with me- through the park all the way to the beach. If the weather was nice we'd go swimming. Once we went on really cold weather. I don't mind cold weather, but she's always been so fragile so her lips turned blue not soon after we got into the sea, but she didn't want to go out. She later told me she wanted me to kiss her. Like I said, I've never been good at that emotional stuff.
I grew fond of her after
Another taste.Push me up against a wall, and show me how it's done.Another taste.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Put my hand above my head, and tease me with your tongue.
Put your lips close to mine, and push them onto my face.
Leave me breathless and excited, longing for another taste.
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