One Day You Willyou get told you're beautiful by a stranger
"take me home"
they won't remember your name this time
they never do
she smiles and tells you that it's okay
you can let go sometimes
you won't remember her in the morning
but when your head hits the pillow
when you try to get to sleep for the first time in a long time
you can smell her shampoo
for the first time in a long time
(you met them outside a starbucks
they were wearing chains on their skinny jeans
and had hair sweeping over their eyes
holding them shut
they held the door open for you when you walked in
you sat and had coffee a table away
until they invited you over to sit with them
you didn't know if you were supposed to talk
they won't remember anything you said anyway
but they'll remember the way it made them feel)
you're in bed on a saturday morning
you barely slept during the night
the scent of her shampoo is almost non-existent
you walk to the local convenience store
and buy some strawberry flavoured chap
Taking a StandI'm fed up, done;Taking a Stand3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of being the one
who takes the hit,
takes the shit.
Trying everything just to fit,
and maybe get,
a little ahead in this world.
To the world I'm nothing,
Yet I try, but I can't be trusting.
I'm done with this, not going to be bound,
Fuck it all, I'm done being pushed around.
I'm thinking clearly now, I need a friend.
Cause I'm on the outside looking in.
I need some help, before my head can spin.
Thinking back to how my life has been..
I've been so damn lost; never found,
Until I saw myself being pushed around.
Always being the one cast down,
but now it's my turn to wear the crown.
Done being broken
Misused and confused.
Passed around like a token,
bruised and refused.
I'm going to look up; Stop getting walked on
Gonna take a stand; You can bring it on.
Because I'm the one that's going to carry on.
Get up, and move on;
Because the old me, is dead and gone.
Is There Life On Mars? (Peterick)The first thing Patrick hears when he wakes up is a loud bang followed by an even louder splashing sound coming from his pool.Is There Life On Mars? (Peterick)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
At first he just thinks it's Kevin being an idiot, but it's three am and Kevin's not that stupid. He's also at college, which is kind of a flaw in the whole blame-everything-on-Kevin-no-matter-what-happens plan.
Patrick should really stop falling asleep with the window open.
He gets dressed, pulls the first pair of shoes he can find on and grabs the hat that's hanging from the back of his door and puts it on.
It's three am and a school night, so whoever the fuck decided to fuck about with his pool is fucking dead to him.
Patrick goes quietly downstairs and hits the switch to the porch light as he goes out the back door.
The first thing he says is, "What the fuck?" And then, "this is going to be a bitch to clean up."
There's smoke or steam or something coming from the water, and there's this thing that Patrick is sure used to resemble something other than
DepressionWhy must it be so irrational?Depression3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This despair that haunts me.
Circumstances light a spark
That builds despite combatants.
Why must they haunt me?
These nightmares of the day
And the fear in the night.
That steal away my courage.
Why am I so weak?
Unable to shake these
Feelings of hopelessness
I do not understand.
Still Thinking of YouSometimes I wonder, sometimes I think..Still Thinking of You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What it would have been like.
It seemed to end before I could even blink.
I just think so much, my feelings spike.
It's hard not to think about the memories;
It's been so long, we had many shared.
My heart begins beating it's sweet symphonies,
Sometimes leaving me, broken and scared.
I think sometimes, about my life,
How it is now, and how it would have been.
How it's balancing on the edge of a knife,
How the feelings I have, are kept held within.
Thoughts run through my mind,
About what you are thinking, and what you see.
Something I've always been trying to find,
Is, are you still thinking of me?
Set Me FreeMy heart was ripped out of me,Set Me Free3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
right in front of me, I could not see.
You stabbed me in the back, I didn't foresee,
And I plea, that somebody will set me free.
Please, somebody come take my life,
because I know it's already over.
I've fallen off of the edge of the knife,
The reaper is so far away, not getting any closer.
I can't keep my composure,
For you are the composer,
you kept getting closer,
finishing your symphony of exposure.
I'm on my knees, please come for me,
Death extend your hand, and set me free.
I can't imagine a life of all this misery,
It's pulling me undersea,
And my life is just an unknown quantity,
of suffering and agony..
Moving OnMy mind wanders, and will not rest,Moving On3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
although it's probably for the best.
such an amazing wonder.
Gazing at the tails of lightning,
fleeting from cloud to cloud.
Some may find it rather frightening,
however I watch it quite proud.
So much inspiration, and motivation,
Just seeing a wonder of the world.
It feeds and moves my contemplation,
setting my mind at ease to be unfurled.
As the rain sets in,
falling so slow and steadily.
It makes me forget the original sin,
something I didn't think I'd forget..
To catch a smile, across my face
something to which is rarely seen.
Freeing me from this mental case,
and the same old angry routine.
I'm moving on...
Give Me a ChanceI am confused; lost in a trance,Give Me a Chance3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just sitting here, wanting a chance.
I can see that maybe at first glance,
I'm not who you think I am, but
give me a try and see what the future grants.
The feelings I have, I cannot subside,
but I won't try to bury them deep,
and I will not try to hide.
I won't push this aside;
won't leave this untied,
not untried and denied,
and maybe one day, we can finally live,
My life was in shambles; I wasn't stable,
you could look at me and tell I was unable.
Stuck in an endless loop of emotion,
and I was frozen
on a straight path towards an explosion.
It's hard when you're constantly devoted.
This heart has a constant beat,
it will continue and repeat, indiscreet.
Without you it becomes obsolete,
My love for you will never deplete.
Give me a chance,
just give us a try.
I promise I won't lie,
but as I wait for a reply,
I feel the pain of deny,
and all I can get ready for is saying..
The HaterWhy do you feel the need to criticize my work?The Hater3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does it make you feel good inside?
What do you do? Working as a counter clerk?
I see, nothing but a jerk, with a smirk,
It makes me go berserk.
Spend more time focusing on yourself,
focusing on your misery,
on your own agony,
instead of focusing on me.
You can sit there, trying to bring me down,
it's so easy when you're faceless.
Soon you'll be the one facedown,
stuck with nothing but pain all around.
I could give a shit less,
try it, give me your best.
I've got a life, and a future.
Seems all you are is a loser,
and probably just a boozer.
If you spent less time watching what I do,
maybe then you could come to a break through.
Your life wouldn't be such a fall through.
So stop focusing on me, and pursue,
and see what your pathetic life could come to.
I Hate YouCan't go on like this,I Hate You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with what spills from your lips.
I just don't understand,
why nothing goes as planned..
Everything that you speak is lies,
Do you think it will ever justify?
and yet you rely on your lie,
and constantly deny,
just to defend your own self..
I'm tired of the bullshit,
the false poison you spit.
It all kills me inside,
I hate what you are,
but I'm along for the ride.
I can't say that I'm happy,
but I can fake it; can't shake it,
But you take it, while throwing your fit.
Is this what you want from me?
and that's quite an understatment,
I hate everything you do;
You're so see-through,
And if you look, and view
Just more reasons..
Why I hate you..
Take My HandI see you've fallen again,Take My Hand3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pain is like a moving train.
Full of hate and disdain.
Is this how you want your life to remain?
Have you no backbone?
Don't dwell on the past,
for it's just a rolling stone
just let it pass..
Have you no spine?
Don't keep feeding your problems.
You're just standing on the center line,
Taking in all the regret and shame..
Have you lost your way?
Just take my hand,
withstand,and learn firsthand,
that I will not betray.
I'm here for you,
anytime, just listen,
We'll see it through,
and then we'll begin,
a life anew.
The Fault Is YoursSomeday you will look back and think,The Fault Is Yours3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of everything that I have done.
Someday you will regret the decisions you've made,
and wish you hadn't forsaken me.
Maybe one day, you will see,
everything that you have done.
Maybe one day, you will look past yourself,
and see that maybe everything I did
was to try and help you.
One of these days, you will remember me,
maybe even think about me.
One of these days you will need me,
and maybe - just maybe,
I won't be there.
Forget about what you had in me,
I feel sorry that you took what you had,
and took it for granted.
I feel sorry that all you did was use,
and now you are filled with nothing but regret.
You can bet, that I won't forget,
how much of a vampire you really were.
I'm moving on, and putting you behind me.
Just remember what you have lost.
Just remember what you have used up.
Just remember that you caused all of this.
The fault is yours.
wonderingsempty-wonderings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish to be of you.
for every word you've ever said,
are only etchings of a leaf,
dying to live
if i'm half the manmy mother told me todayif i'm half the man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that her dad loved to paint
and how when he retired he wanted to paint water colours
she got him paints on his birthday
but he got too sick to use them
and so they sat in the closet
unused for years until he died
(and i think they're still there now
or maybe they were thrown out
along with the rest of his clothes)
i have oil paints
stored in a box beneath my bed
and they've been waiting there for years
because i'm too scared to use them
and my hands shake like his did
and i used to grind my teeth in my sleep
because that's what i remember him doing when we watched tv
and when he came up to visit us after we moved away
he left his hat and his walking stick
so i'd always have something to remember him by
(i let a boy wear his hat for a play i did in primary school
and the boy moved away two years later
and i never saw him again
but i still have the hat
in a box beneath my bed
and i wear it, sometimes,
when i begin to miss him all over again)
my mother told me that
It's a Little Move...Pete loves Halloween.It's a Little Move...6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Because, seriously, it has got to be the most kid-friendly holiday ever. No presents, true, but theres no church, no praying, no stupid sweaters or middle parts. Just candy, fun costumes, candy, trick-or-treating, candy, fun decorations, and, oh, did he mention candy?
Though, to be quite honest, the candy isnt Petes favorite part of Halloween. Sure, hell probably get expelled from the league of hyperactive children under the age of ten for this, but the costumes are the best part. He loves, loves, loves scampering out the front door to see his entire (ahem, normally boring) neighborhood overrun by a flood of ghosts, witches, and zombies. Though these days, its looking more and more like a cartoon characters convention. And that makes Pete angry.
Im a vampire, he insists, stomping his black-sneakered foot down onto an unfortunate brown leaf lying innocently on the sidewalk. Who would be a stupid ce
Boysboysboys- PeterickBoysboysboys- Peterick6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I stood still watching people run around, getting things ready for our show.
Pete was running around, shouting at Joe about a string for his bass, while Andy was tuning his drum set. Joe was busy being shouted, at of course.
I shoved my hand into my pocket, pulled out my guitar picks, and had a mini freak-out when I only counted five. This caused me to bolt from my spot to the dressing room, starting a frantic, silent freak-out for my pick.
Dude, youre like a mini hurricane, only cuter. Pete mumbled out through the folded piece of paper in his mouth while he put the new string on his bass. I froze and looked at him through the corners of my eyes menacingly.
You butt. Have you seen my-
-Little table in the corner of the room, second drawer. He immediately cut me off. I gaped at him.
Guitar pick ? I mumbled as I followed his instructions; there it was.
Pete, you little jerk. I swear you have an obsession with getting me
The words in the notebookI see him everyday, he's my best friend.The words in the notebook8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I want to tell him, spill my feelings to him like I do in my notebook.
Just three little words...So simple, but so complex...
The last thing I want, is to ruin the thing I cherish most...our friendship
Tour...Tour...Tour, This bus is the perfect place for me. Joe is sharing a bus with Andy and I get to share one with Pete! All we do is hang out and talk...
"Whatcha writing 'trick!?" Pete shouted, plopping next to Patrick, attempting to see what was being written down. Patrick pulled the notebook away from Pete's reach. "N-Nothing Pete...*sigh* nothing..." Patrick maintained his coomposure, and put the notebook under him.
"..I'll get that thing from you...you little leprachaun!" Pete joked...wandering away. Pondering how to get that notebook
Patrick pulled the book back out and wrote...
Your right here and willing to read...but I really don't want to ruin this bliss.
I don't, It's how much I love you Pete...
Patrick hid the notebook underneath th
DeodorantPete enjoyed embarrassing Patrick, especially during interviews. He was easy to fluster and draw back into his shell, a slimmed body and added few years had not changed the friend Pete knew so intimately. He teased the wheat haired man about his “supposed” armpit fetish, grinning at the sight of the blood rising and lightly staining Patrick’s face. He had said it on purpose because Pete knew for a fact Patrick did like the scent of deodorant when freshly applied.Deodorant2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pete had found this out on the next morning of the night his anxiety was acting up. The ink haired man was sure the fans probably used that as his tragic flaw in their stories, known as fanfiction. Which if he was truthful it was but that did not mean that because of it he fucked or fell in love with the friend he laid with. In fact it was an unspoken agreement between Pete and Patrick that if need be when one was feeling anxious or in a funk, the other was willing just to hold them until the feeling passed o
Early MorningIt was late, so late that it was actually early morning. Patrick could see from the dashboard clock that it was one twenty in the morning. Everyone was piled in the van for the drive back to the hotel from the venue, sleepy from the gig and signing afterwards. Pete, as was no surprise, was sprawled on Patrick, having stated that he wanted to sit in his lap.Early Morning2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The wheat haired singer, mellow from exhaustion, made no fuss and instead had patted his thigh in response. A pleased smile came to Pete’s mouth as he sat down, delighted when Patrick wrapped an arm around his back, the other around his hips and cradled the black haired man to him. Pete knew he could be overbearing in his showing and wanting of physical affection, and when his companion willingly let him cuddle, he didn’t brush it aside. He rested his head on Patrick’s shoulder - the smell of his deodorant strong from his second application after the concert - but the older man was unbothered by this. It was better
My Love Sat Beneath the Weeping WillowMy love sat beneath the weeping willow;My Love Sat Beneath the Weeping Willow3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tears run down his sun kiss'd skin like a storm;
At night he rests his head on his pillow,
Wishing away his dark black heart deform.
My love looks at me with eyes cold as ice,
And beats me with his hate and his despair;
This has already happened to me thrice,
This I know that he, for me, cannot care.
My love runs away with regret haunting,
Tripping and slashing his demented face;
The act in his head pounding and taunting,
A thought he wishes to never embrace.
Now my love stands above me knife grasped tight,
For he knows that he cannot be my knight.
How's The Weather Up There?It was kind of sad; the first thing Pete noticed about the kid was his ass.How's The Weather Up There?6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Though, really, how could you not notice it? It wasnt Petes fault that some genius had decided to make the schools colors red and yellow, or that someone even smarter had decided that the softball team should wear tiny little butt-hugging red track shorts. And it certainly wasnt Petes fault that the soccer fields were elevated above the softball diamond, giving him a perfect vantage point.
So, really, Pete couldnt have avoided seeing that adorable little butt, snug in its tight red shorts, the synthetic fabric gleaming slightly in the watery February sunlight.
It was while Pete was observing all this that he got hit in the back of the head by a soccer ball.
Pay attention, Wentz! his coach barked from the sidelines, planting his hands on his hips. Pete just shrugged, turned, and punted the ball neatly into the goal, leaving both the goalie and the coach sputtering