ScarsI can be your best friend
and your darkest secret.
I can cause happiness
while causing great pain.
I can be obvious and scream on you body
or silent and hide in your mind.
I thrive in trauma and fear
then drown in compassion and comfort
Over time I will vanish
but I will never go away
You will always be my victim.
every second of every day.
For I am your scars
Take It Away"Come on, Keith. Can I just listen to one song?" I put on my best pouty expression.Take It Away2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The blonde chuckled, shaking his head. "Sorry, love. I can't. I want it to be a surprise when you first hear it."
I poked my lip out and turned the opposite way, my back facing him. "But I want to hear your beautiful voice now."
His hand touched my back, rubbing it softly. "My voice isn't that beautiful, darlin'. And you can wait another month, I promise."
If it wasn't obvious, I was begging to get a sneak preview of Keith's upcoming self-titled album, which would be released exactly a month from that day. I figured I could sway him with my brilliant acting, but he was not budging. Keith could joke about anything, but his music he took seriously. I was learning this more and more each time he refused my pleas. "But Keith I'm your girlfriend. Can I at least hear a rough cut?" I turned around to see him shake his head, trying not to smile. "What about a rough cut of Daisy Fields? I've already heard t
Our Story"Daddy, tell me a story!" Emma whined, lying in her bed. Her father sighed. It had been a long day of Daddy-Daughter time, but he didn't realize that it would be an all-day princess party with eight other girls!Our Story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Daddy's tired," he told her.
"Daddy!" Emma whined again.
"All right. What kind of story?" he asked, sitting by her side.
"A happy story a love story!"
Once upon a time there was a boy named Keith. He loved to be at the beach the air, the wind and water all seemed to be at peace there. He would rent a house every summer so he could go surfing every day. When the sun went down, he would make a bonfire and play his guitar just messing around or letting out some serious feelings. Sometimes his buddies would come at night and they would all hang out, making music and having fun. It was the life he wanted to live singing and surfing were all he lived for. One day, Keith decided to go surfing at night. Not the wisest choice, but he never tried it
Cooking Time ~ For MusicRocks14Abby smiled as she rolled over to stop her alarm clock.Cooking Time ~ For MusicRocks143 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was the day that she and Keith would be spending together after months and months of Celtic Thunder touring. Keith and Abby had become very close friends, and any opportunity to hang out and be crazily awesome never got passed by.
Abby had nothing planned for today; things usually worked out how they worked out. Every time they would do something completely different.
One time, Keith had mistaken a mannequin for a real girl in a mall. All his pick-up lines and swanky gestures had gone to waste when he walked around the front and saw she wasn't real.
"Yeah I knew that. Just, you know, demonstratin' stuff." He had said.
It was still hilarious to tease him about it.
Abby rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a thud. She started giggling. "Ahaha ouch!"
She pulled herself up and got dressed faster than she had ever done before. She pulled her hair up while sprinting to the bathroom, then bolted d
Mars - Pt 1'There once was a girl from no, that is not right lyrics need lyrics I know I will write about a boat a boat that floats looks like a goat god in heaven I am blond as a bat...hahahaha .oh I crack myself up ' Keith smiled.Mars - Pt 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Nothing, go away Paul."
"You writing to, your girlfriend?! Ooooh KISSY KISSY!"
"Go AWAY!" Keith pushed Paul away. Damian walked past the door, shook his head and kept walking. Paul sat down with a look of total seriousness on his face.
"So what are you writing?" He batted his eye lashes at Keith.
"Wanker," Keith mumbles under his breath. "If you must know I am trying to write another song for my solo album, only I think I might have " Keith looks around and whispers "Writers block."
"You have what? Writers block?!" yells Paul. The typing that could be heard from the hallway stopped for a few seconds and then resumed. Keith smacked his forehead.
"Are you brain dead? How many times did your mother drop-" Kei
A Light in the Storm Sam sat in the grass next to the path in the middle of the park. The rain came down in torrents all around her, relentlessly pounding on the soft earth, offering no peace to the people and animals who happened to be traveling in it. Living in Florida, Sam hated the rain. She preferred the sun to shine on her face and spread warmth throughout her body down to her very soul. Every time a rain cloud passed over the sky, she'd head inside. But today, she allowed herself to become soaked to the skin, her hair lying flat and matted over her face and shoulders, shivers constantly running down her spine as a sharp, cold breeze blew through the air.A Light in the Storm4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And ironically enough, she barely felt any of it.
It reflected her mood so well that it almost seemed to comfort her. She knew she ought to get inside out of the rain, but she couldn't bring hers
OneOne more joke.One2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thats all it took.
Its just not enough anymore.
One phone call.
That could've saved me.
But nobody cared.
I've already had 16.
One more pill should do it.
Thats all I need.
One person cried
That was just me.
Celtic Thunder and DragonsCeltic Thunder and DragonsCeltic Thunder and Dragons4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Garlic, check. Silver, check. Rosary, super check. Shot gun and ammo, check, check."
Neil Byrne ran down his list of basic survival tools. Since most of his friends had been turned into some kind of supernatural being, or been given control over said beings, he had taken to carrying anything he thought would give him a fighting chance.
"Sure you got everything?" Paul asked his overly cautious friend.
Neil gave him a sharp glance. "Probably not."
"Right." Paul rolled his eyes and walked off. He had become accustomed to their new life, and the loss of a hand, but he still couldn't bring himself to be as hyper-cautious as Neil.
"Alright, girls!" George bellowed. "Rise and shine!"
From the back room of the clinic there came a chorus of groans and moans.
"Seriously?" Damian mumbled.
"So...early." Keith moaned.
"I'm hungry." Ryan said, giving Keith a toothy grin.
"Freak." Keith muttered under his breath.
The three ex-singers finally joined the rest of the group, t
Only You Can Love Me This WayWe broke from the kiss, my heart softly tendered in his caring arms,Only You Can Love Me This Way2 years ago in Romance More Like This
as he seemed to be everywhere and everything.
...Breathing through me, beating in my heart and my head once quiet, but
now full of his love songs. And I looked up in the vast darkness and smiled.
His eyes shining brighter than stars, in an endless universe.
"I love you"
Spoken like a native word, flowing so fluent. Though so
quiet leaving my lips, the words spoke power in the loudest cry. Filling the
air between us as once more his lips pressed against mine.
"I love you too." And at that moment, I swore we were infinite. Playing along with the moon and the stars,
in ecstasy so great there were no words to describe it.
Castles In the Air- KeithCastles In the Air.Castles In the Air- Keith4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Heyyyy, BEST FRIEND!" Damian came bursting through the front door of my house. Yes, that Damian, as in Celtic Thunder-young-heartthrob Damian. Yeah, right, heartthrob. I've known him practically since birth, so my romantic feelings for him are absolutely none. He's the biggest dork ever, but he's like a brother.
"Damo!" I shouted, hugging him. Why is it that all Irish guys are so tall?! "You seriously need to stop growing; I already feel like a midget."
"Don't worry about that, Molly," he said. "Keef's shorter than me." He put his hand to where apparently this "Keith's" height was, and it wasn't that shorter than Damian.
"I keep forgetting this friend of yours is coming. Did you remember to tell him to bring a swimsuit?"
"I did remember, even though I probably didn't have to. He's a surfer. He's always got a pair of swim trunks one place or another." A surfer, huh? This should be interesting...wink wink.
Damo and I made our way to the backyard and settled by the po
Winter in IrelandThe sun rose slowly over the horizon as my friend and I drove through these unfamiliar streets. She had a friend over in Ireland who was also my idol, Ryan Kelly. Today it's a very cold, snowy, gloomy looking day in Ireland as she tried to follow Ryan's horrible directions.Winter in Ireland3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I think this is the right road." Kathy voiced aloud while turning left.
"You're telling me that you're originally from Ireland and you don't remember the way?" I asked smiling at her from the passenger seat.
"Hey, I've been away fro five to six years, plus it's a bloody blizzard outside. He couldn't have picked a better day to have us visit." While saying this she tossed the directions on the floor and decided to follow her memory.
I picked up the directions and read them over, quickly becoming confused and agreeing that Ryan could not give out any kind of directions. Then she started complaining that Keith was so much more reliable than him and that he should have let Keith write them.
A few long minutes later we
MoondanceJanuary twelfth, two thousand twelve was officially the greatest night of my life. That was the night of my twenty-fifth birthday party, and not just any normal party, but a WWII swing dance. So there would be big band music and handsomely dressed soldiers. I'd even made a mix CD of some era-appropriate Celtic Thunder covers. Yes, I was a Thunderhead, a huge one; while most of the fans were crazy over former member Damian or the surfing crooner Keith, I'd always loved Ryan. He was the best.Moondance3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I stood in front of the mirror, making sure I looked flawless. To be honest, I did. I wore a red dress with a V-neck collar, matching red belt, and gray tweed heels. The dress was perfect; it flared the right amount when I twirled (yes, I'd made sure). My brown hair was curled and pinned up in a popular forties style to complete the look. I was ready to make my entrance.
I walked to the top of the stairs and looked down at all the people, maybe sixty of so, all in period fashions. Taking a deep brea
I Will Always ReturnIt was late Sunday night and Ayden Llewellyn was wondering what the hell she was even doing out on a Sunday night. She leaned over to her roommate and best friend Sarah Duncan, and whispered, "I don't think we should be here; we have class tomorrow."I Will Always Return4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Sarah and Ayden had been assigned as roommates back in their first year at the University of Washington in Seattle Washington. The two girls were about as opposite as opposite could be and somehow they were the best of friends.
Sarah was a small blonde girl, with the biggest blue eyes, from Texas who was a little rounder than most but was sweeter than sweet ice tea; she often reminded Ayden of those cherubs you always see around Valentines Day. She was finishing her English degree and was waiting to hear back from the faculty of Education from the University of Victoria in BC Canada, so she could eventually teach the 2nd grade.
Ayden on the other hand was tall, thin with long brown almost black
Damian and the Thunders Pt. 11"I vote, we all go to my place to decide." Keith offered. "I think it's gonna rain soon and I don't really want to get all soaking wet."Damian and the Thunders Pt. 112 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Aww, why not?" Ryan growled, still a bit damp from earlier.
"Just run around, you be all'ight." Jack laughed.
"Or we could just go hang out at my place." Keith repeated, scooting away from Ryan.
"You know, I don't think we've ever been to Keith's house." Beth mentioned.
"That's because we can smell his bedroom from the other end of the street." Paul mocked. "So, why would we want to get any closer to the smell by going inside?"
"I'll have you know," Keith retorted. "My room doesn't smell bad at all! Unlike your room, which I can smell FROM mine, six streets over!"
"To be honest," Jack chimed in. "I think you both stink. But I agree with Keith, I don't want to get caught in the rain today. I just got new socks and shoes." She put one foot on the bench and pulled up the leg of her jeans to reveal her striped knee-socks and her new, plaid Converse. "It'
Damian and the Thunders Pt. 12They followed him down a short, dimly lit hallway that had two doors on the left side, one on the right and one straight across from them.Damian and the Thunders Pt. 122 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Becca, cookies." Keith announced, opening the door on the right.
"Kefferz!" The small, ginger-haired girl cheered when she saw her big brother. "Will you do me a favor?"
He sighed as he handed her the two big cookies in his hand. "Is it important?" He asked her.
"Yes." She said urgently. "It's very important."
"Okay," He agreed. "What is it?" He entered the messy, pink bedroom.
"I need you to braid my hair." She told him as if the fate of the world depended on it and handed him a small box of hair ties.
Keith rolled his eyes and sat down on the foot of her messy bed on a mass of lacy, pink bed comforter. His sister wriggled into his lap with a big smile on her porcelain doll like face.
"One braid or two?" He asked her in a posh tone.
"Um, two." She decided.
He fixed her long hair into two perfect braids and fastened them with her favorite ties.
OkaySorrow filled eyesOkay2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A hidden pain
A broken heart
I'm really NOT okay
Tears are unshed
Words are unspoken
Wounds are unhealed
I'm really NOT okay
Another day to fight
Another hour to go
I really WASN'T okay
Damian and the Thunders Pt. 10As Ryan continued to chaise their blonde friend around the playground, the other four companions got to know the two new kids a bit better.Damian and the Thunders Pt. 102 years ago in Humor More Like This
"So, you play the drums?" Neil asked Em when he noticed the unmistakable sticks poking out of her school bag.
"Yeah, I do!" She grinned, taking hold of her prized possessions.
"That's really cool!" Neil told her, dodging what had now become a threat, as she swung them forward to drum on the picnic table they were sitting at. "So, are you part of a band, or something?" He continued hopefully as Keith came running up and slammed himself down across the table. "And would you happen to need a guitarist? Or a singer? Or even just someone to do backing vocals?"
"What now?" Keith panted, always wanting to know what was going on with the rest of the group at all times.
"Actually," Em confessed. "I was hoping to find a band or, preferably, start my own. So, no, I'm not part of one yet."
"I know!" Keith announced as if he'd come up with the perfect conclusio
-incert clever title-"Oh my GOODNESS!" Sam squealed as she wiggled and bounced where she sat on the side of my bed. "I can't believe this is really happening!"-incert clever title-3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The 'this' she was referring to was finally meeting our friends from DeviantART face to face. The six of us had been friends for quite a while on line, so we all decided it was high time we actually meet each other.
"I know!" I laughed at my cousin's enthusiasm. "AND we're going to see Celtic Thunder!"
Of course we were going to see Celtic Thunder in concert the day they all met in person. I mean, they were the reason we all met on line too, so why not make our meeting all the more special by including the guys who'd brought us all together? Not to mention, it would just be fun!
"I hope we all get along just as well in person as we do on line." I fretted. That's me, the perpetual worry-wart.
"We will, trust me." Sam insisted. "Shannon and I do."
"That's over the phone." I reasoned.
"Which is basically the same."
"I hope so."
"Anyway!" The ever-optim
Break Through I hate this!Break Through2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm tired of being the introvert. I
have friends, but they don't want
to include me in hanging out.
Maybe they don't know I want to hang out.
Why is that?
Am I not fun enough?
Is it because I'm too quiet?
Please, I just want to hang out.
I want to change,
but I don't know how.
I want to break out of my shell.
But I don't know how.
Damian and the Thunders Pt. 9"Help me." Keith whispered in Jack's ear.Damian and the Thunders Pt. 92 years ago in Humor More Like This
Em was expecting to see terror on his face as this, rather intimidating, teenager came closer and closer. Instead, he had a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smile on his face.
"Oh my gosh! What did you DO?" Jack asked, trying hard not to burst out laughing.
Paul didn't bother trying. He just laughed.
"You can't hit me!" Keith whimpered, still grinning. "You might hurt Jackie if you did, and we wouldn't want that!"
"We wouldn't?" Paul said softly.
"OH, don't worry," Ryan said menacingly, now standing right in front of them. "It wont hurt for long!"
Keith's eyes got wide and even more mischievous. "BETH!" He yelled with excitement.
Everyone turned their attention toward the pack entrance where Keith was looking. Ryan turned full around in excitement, but no one was there. He turned back and glared at Keith even harder.
"What happened to you?" Damian asked, running up to them a few seconds later, to the relief of Em and Neil, who were sure Ryan
A Musical Meeting ~ for shadowdancer13This was it. My first gig in America. They chose me! Me of all people! Come to think of it why did they choose me? I really didn't show them all that I could do Oh well! I guess they must have liked me! Nobody can stop me now; this is going to be the best performance I have ever given.A Musical Meeting ~ for shadowdancer132 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mum, I'm leaving!" I called down the hallway.
I grabbed my guitar and bag, and stepped out the front door. "Wish me luck!"
"Good luck love! You'll be fantastic!"
Then I was on my way. I don't know why, but I felt very important and mature, strolling down the city street. I was starting out my life right here. Singing and music is what I adore, and this was just the beginning. Headlights reflected off my sequin top, making me stand out brighter than the white moon above me. One or two cars honked and rowdy shouts and whistles rang through my ears. I rolled my eyes. Men. I occasionally checked my reflection in various shop windows. I don't usually like to admit it, but
How to Smuggle Your Girlfriend to Another Country "And I wonder if I'm past the point of rescue, is no word from you at all the best that you can do " Neil sang, looking over at his beautiful girlfriend, Nicole, before continuing. "I never meant to push or shove you, but do you know how much I love you, no you don't, but I do "How to Smuggle Your Girlfriend to Another Country2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The two of them were spending the afternoon at her place before going for a walk and out to dinner. Something they always did whenever they got together was play something, but that was to be expected with a pair of musicians. He'd sing and she'd play her violin, or they'd play an instrumental together; they could never get enough of each other's music.
Today, however, was different.
Neil couldn't help but notice that Nicole wasn't completely on top of her game this particular afternoon. She still played each note correctly and the music so