This is IeroweenThis is Ieroween3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
MCR fans of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with us and you will see
This, our town of Ieroween
This is Ieroween, this is Ieroween
Killjoys scream in the dead of night
This is Ieroween, everyone is spazzing
Sing along your neighbors gonna die of delight
It's our town, everybody sing
In this town of Ieroween
I am the one hiding under your bunk
With glowing hazel eyes and a rhythm guitar
I am the one hiding on your bus
Fingerless gloves and red and black hair
This is Ieroween, this is Ieroween
Ieroween! Ieroween! Ieroween! Ieroween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the Killjoy song
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise
Round that corner, man hiding in the casket
Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Sing! This is Ieroween
Red 'n' black, hazel-green
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine
Say it once, say it twice
Take a chance and roll the dice
Ride with the band in the dead of night
When Mikey Babysits Bandit" she's asleep on the couch, so yeah... You'll stay here until Lindsey and I come back, right? We'll be back around midnight. You can always grab something from the cabinets or order a pizza or something if you're hungry, I left some money on the kitchen table. Oh yeah, and give B a Tylenol every 5 hours, that'll calm her down a little."When Mikey Babysits Bandit3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Aye aye, captain."
"Mikey, cut it out yeah, I'll be right there! Just take good care of her, okay? You know what to do if there's something wrong, right? The phone's on the side table-"
"Gerard, come on, bro! I'm not a fifteen year old. I know how to babysit. Now go, your wife is getting impatient."
"Thanks, Mikes. You're awesome."
"Like a didn't know already. Have fun at Comic Con! Don't mind bringing some souvenirs for Bandit and me!"
"I'll see what I can do!"
Bandit woke up to the last part of the conversation. When the front door closed, she shifted on the black leather couch she was la
The Ten Killjoy CommandmentsThe Ten Killjoy Commandments.The Ten Killjoy Commandments3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I. Thou shall not join or support BLI willing- to do so means turning you back on all Killjoys.
II. Thou shall kill any Drac that threatens you or any other Killjoy.
III. Thou shall never steal or copy another Killjoy's ray gun, mask, name, or outfit- to do so should be considered stealing their very personality.
IV. Thou shall kill other Killjoys only when it is considered mercy- or if they really, really piss you off.
V. Thou shall give help to Killjoys where help is needed
VI. Thou shall never give up yourself or any other Killjoy for comfort or luxury.
VII. Thou shall always watch your back, and the back of your family and gang.
VIII. Thou shall make noise, do it now and do loud, remember the future is bulletproof, and the aftermath is secondary.
IX. Thou shall always pick hell over purgatory.
X. Thou shall hate Powerpup. But eat it anyways.
MCRThe only reason people hate MCR is because the entire rock genre is an easy target because it's so different. People and society are scared of what they don't understand. MCR saved my life, and continue to every day. People need to stop just looking at what's on the surface because there's always so much more. I'm 15 year old who's still here because I found a band that saved me, and what can only be called a life-changing experience with music and not the God who was supposed to help me when I called. I gave up on God when he couldn't save me but four guys from New Jersey could.MCR3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
For You, IMCR Dayfor the kids with colored hairFor You, IMCR Day3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
for the kids with tattoos
for the kids with dreams
for the kids who dedicate themselves to music
for the misfits
for the lonley
for the business casual
for the moms
for the dads
for the brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles
for the ones who get harassed
for the ones that don't want to wear black forever
for the ones that bleed black and cry during classes
for the ones that write on their arms
for the ones that draw on thier math homework
for the chipmunck lovers
for the unicorn lover
for the dog lovers
for the cat lovers
for those with imagination
for those with humor
for those with crafty tendencises
for those who hurt
for those who don't
for those in divorce
for those in a broken home
for those in a prefect home
for the one stuck on the bottom bunk
for the one who won the top bunk
for the ones in summer school
for those who are gone
for those who mourn
for those who love
for those with out love
we gather in concert halls
and in the middle of malls
we hold ou
SING IT FOR SKYE AND SARAHSING IT FOR SKYE AND SARAH2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Dear Skye and Sarah,
Your deaths have robbed this world of two great people, of amazing beauty. No one deserves to die for simply wearing a shirt. You had so much potential and so many dreams that have been taken from you for loving a different style of music. It is wrong and it never should have happened.
You don't know how sick to my stomach I was when I heard what happened. It just goes to show how sick, twisted, and malicious humanity can be.
My lovely fellow Killjoys, I solemnly bid you peace in the Black Parade. Your memories will carry on and we will never forget brave soldiers like you. We all love you, no matter what. We are your family, through Life and Death and we will always hold you in our hearts.
Xx Eth xX
Awake and Unafraid... Asleep or Dead?
I wish I could say you were just asleep...
Half,Half,3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gerard and I once shared a room about a year ago. Before he left. We weren't the richest family. One bed was what we had in our room. A queen sized bed. It cost less than 2 twin beds or a bunk bed. Gerard and I didn't really mind sleeping in the same bed. It was kind of nice to me. I liked him being there...
"Night, Mikey," Gerard whispered to me, placing a kiss on my forehead. "Love you," he added.
"Night, Gee - Gee. I love you too," I responded.
As I finished my sentence, Gerard turned around, his back now facing me. I never really liked when he'd turn his back to me. I liked him facing me. I wanted to see his face before I fell asleep.
My hand reached up and grabbed a little of his shirt, holding it tight as if he were being pulled away from me. I think holding his shirt comforts me. Thats how I fall asleep when ever he doesn't look at me. I closed my eyes and slept.
I miss holding onto his shirt. It was the only thing that made me feel safe, him being here. He's gone now, th
Journal 1.0Hello.Journal 1.02 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Draculoid 24601 here.
If anyone reads this, I want you to know the truth.
We have emotions.
Of course, not the hindering sort of emotions killjoys feel. We don't feel loss when another dies. We don't need to feel love; there's a pill for that.
We can still feel, though.
And we can still think. We aren't mindless robots dressed up like vampires; no, we're individuals, individuals with one goal:
To make the world a perfect place.
Of course, it would be much easier without the rebels. The self proclaimed "killjoys", who go out of their way to create chaos and destroy order in an otherwise orderly society.
...Time to medicate.
Every day, at twelve o' clock on the hour, it's time for me to medicate again. It's no big deal, though; it's a daily part of life.
The first time I medicated...I don't remember. I remembered my lungs burned. I might've collapsed...I didn't want to take the medicine, it seems.
I'm glad I did, though. So glad....
I'm part of a perfect society now. I have a perf
My Chemical Romance QuotesMy Chemical Romance Quotes:My Chemical Romance Quotes5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Frank Iero Quotes:
Frankie: Eww is that a bug?
Fan 1: No, I think it's a sharpie mark.
Frankie: It is a bug.
Fan 2: No, actually it is a bug. I sorta smushed it by accident and it stayed on the picture.
Frankie: That's gross (circles bug and write eww on paper).
It's about a girl and a guy and they both die....no wait...she doesn't die....he just THINKS she's dead.....
We actually wanted to do this in OUR church...but uh... we don't GO there anymore....
Popsicles should be the new black, that way everyone would have one!
I would date Gerard.
Homophobia is gay.
Yeah, I have fired a gun and I loved it.
I can't imagine any other bands having better kids than ours, and if they do at least I know our kids can beat up their kids.
We just have to watch Mikey and make sure he doesn't put anymore forks in the toaster.
If you don't lis
This Is How I DisappearThis Is How I Disappear3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
THIS IS HOW I DISAPPEAR
Should I be diseased with CANCER or be DISENCHANTED from existence or be overcome with DESTROYA, my FAMOUS LAST WORDS shall be:
"Give me THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE"
"THE ONLY HOPE FOR ME IS YOU and IT ISN'T A FASHION STATEMENT"
"MAMA, BURY ME IN BLACK with my VAMPIRE MONEY"
My friends will respond:
"The GHOST OF YOU will remind us that we're THE KIDS FROM YESTERDAY that lead THE SHARPEST LIVES and who will KILL ALL YOUR FRIENDS, HELENA"
On the CEMETERY DRIVE, the EARLY SUNSETS OVER MONROEVILLE and my BULLETPROOF HEART will reveal themselves. As I am in my DEAD! SLEEP, my friends will acknowledge me as from the HOUSE OF WOLVES, saying that I NEVER TOLD YOU WHAT I DO FOR A LIVING and knowing WHAT THEY DO TO GUYS LIKE US IN PRISON.
I'M NOT OKAY (I PROMISE) but I never was
HEAVEN HELP US despite not believing
PARTY POISON almost killed me
TEENAGERS still scare me
SUMMERTIME, I'll miss it
NA, NA, NA will forever be in my brain
Tomorrow,Tomorrow,3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The one thing Gerard always promised people was tomorrow. He'd always do anything you asked him tomorrow. Of course he always kept his promise, but sometimes tomorrow's a little too late. Sometimes you've got to think of everything that could happen between that day and tomorrow. But who would've thought?
The headlines read, 'My Chemical Romance Tragedy' on the paper. The paper Gerard happened to be reading. His eyes about popped out of his head as he flipped to the page that had the story on it.
'Frank Iero, rhythm guitarist in the alternative rock band My Chemical Romance, died last night after overdosing on drugs. His friends and family say he was depressed at the time, taking anti - depresents and drinking a lot.'
After only reading that, Gerard couldn't read anymore. His eyes just couldn't bare to look at the page in front of him. At first, Gerard was in denial. He wouldn't believe that Frank had killed himself, he couldn't. Gerard thought that it was him that would
This Much Gerard peers into the cradle, on his tip-toes, straining to catch a glimpse of the newest Way. His mother laughs, something tired and loving, and swoops to pick the small boy up. She holds him on her hip and whispers to him he can wave hello, that this is Mikey. The toddler waves his hand downwards.This Much3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The infant blinks upwards and outstretches his arms, smiling, as though saying, "Hello, I love you!"
And Gerard smiles.
Fallen leaves soften the pounding of feet against the pavement, and Mikey slows to look down at them only to be tugged by the arm. He's reluctant, nervous to go to school, but Gerard seems pretty stubborn on dragging him there anyway.
"Why do I have to do this?" the youth whines.
"'Cause you just have to."
"But I don't know these people! What if they hate me?"
Gerard sighs in exasperation. "They won'
La Fiction de Gerard WayLa Fiction de Gerard Way3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He always made up a list in his mind of things he would need.
Flippers, toys, the dotted bath shorts and most important his rubber duck. Named Duckie, this bright yellow plastic toy was his best friend during bath time.
Gerard put on his green slippers, wiggled his feet to see if they stayed on and sank into the warm water and begun his adventure.
The waves became turbulent, brewing up to a storm. Captain Duckie struggled to keep his boat on course, he had been on the rough sea for weeks without any luck of finding the treasure of his dreams. The engine of the boat suddenly got overheated and failed to keep the right course. The boat began to slowly drift into a giant wave. Once the wave hit the boat captain Duckie was thrown overboard into the sea. And in that moment right out of nowhere a green giant monster appeared. It roared and splashed, making captain Duckie tumble around in the water restlessly. The monster with eyes of hunger at captain Duckie and was about to attack...
Haunted By The Ghost Of YouHere I stand at your graveHaunted By The Ghost Of You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why did you have to fade away?
You left me a hollow, broken shell
Since you left, I've been put through hell
I watched you die, in my arms
After I swore to protect you from harm
At the top of my lungs, I screamed
Begging for this to be a dream
But no, that was too much to hope for
And now I cannot take anymore
Here I stand battered and bruised
Haunted by the Ghost Of You
Letter to My Chemical RomanceDear Gerard, Mikey, Frank, and Ray,Letter to My Chemical Romance3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Gerard asked for a painting of Mikey, so here is mine. It probably isn't very good, but considering I'd never done watercolors or attempts at realistic-looking people before, I think it's not too bad...
Anyways, I wanted to take this opportunity to give you not only my "artwork", but also this letter. I have no idea whether you will read it or not... I just need to say it.
But what can I say that you haven't heard before? All the "thank you" and "you're amazing" and "you saved my life" must seem repetitive and cliche to you by now. Well, with your permission, I will say it once more.
I have fortunately never needed saving, but I do often need encouraging words and empowering melodies (aka a swift kick in the butt) to carry on through the harsh times. Your music has provided me that time and time again, making me see things from a different perspective, helping me make new friends, and even making me dance. Your music is incredible, but sin
WingsOn a cliff, way out in the desertWings3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A girl with jet black hair stands
A tear-stained face,
A bloodied arm,
And a wounded heart.
In her life, she's never flown,
Always trapped by expectation,
The will of the world always caging her soul.
So she jumps,
Eyes closed, arms out,
Ready to feel the world lose its grip on her heart.
She flies through the desert
On a pair of broken wings.
She flies through the city far too intent
On trapping her soul forever.
She rejects the pills one final time,
Gliding through the smog,
And evading gunfire.
The world struggles to regain her
As she flies through the desert again.
Her broken, bloodstained wings
Carry her through the desert
Until she can run no more.
Until she lands softly,
Into the arms of the ones
She sees in the newspapers, on TV,
They give her a gentle landing,
A safe haven, and a new bulletproof heart.
They've lived through hardship,
A life on the run,
And their wings are torn and damaged
By the wi
alcoholism.nobody knows who he is anymore,alcoholism.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but when he drags out that bottle,
we know who it's for.
its like his disease is handling the throttle.
he stumbles when he walks.
his knees grow weak and give way.
his tongue trips when he talks.
it's as if his voice is locked away.
his hand is clammy and cold.
i think he's losing his grip.
it's something i no longer want to hold,
but i still cling onto his hip.
his lips have become gross.
his breath is unsteady and hot,
but i still miss those kisses the most.
the ones that made my stomach twist in a knot.
his judgment is altered.
his mind has become a mess.
his reality has faltered,
and i miss the tenderness.
he says he needs it for the fans.
he thinks he can handle it,
but i don't think he can.
it seems like he's falling apart bit by bit.
he says he wants to stop,
but we find that hard to believe.
our thoughts ring true when we pass the liquor shop,
and he turns to leave.
he vomits on the side of the street.
he tells me he'll get better,
even though h
One Small Spark 01 Burn Down the BarDust covered lamps flickered overhead in the nearly empty bar filling it with a dim light. Closing time was only two hours away but it didn't mean anything other than the sign saying they were open would flicker off. Those who wanted to drink after hours would still come in for a drink and the owner wouldn't do much about it. He welcomed patrons of all sorts, it didn't matter what their alignment was in these tumultuous times.One Small Spark 01 Burn Down the Bar3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The front doors swung open and the bartender glanced away from cleaning the musty glass in his hand to make sure it wasn't anyone he should worry about then back down to his cleaning. He had a shotgun hidden under the bar just in case things became unsavory. The man who had entered the bar was a regular he recognized and the bartender knew he wouldn't cause anything other than the usual trouble which he was perfectly capable of handling. There was little conversation in the bar at the time other than the quiet hum of the AM Radio as it rattled off advertisements
Crackles From A Radio- A PoemA howl that splits the silenceCrackles From A Radio- A Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As a new age is born
Corporation of perfection
So broken in this form
The cheetahs of the desert
A figment of our dreams
Reminding us that nothing
Is ever as it seems
A crackling of the radio
From pirates of the light
Reaches out to strangers
That will stand up to fight
The faceless and the nameless
The ones designed to kill
They can not taste the freedom
But take the numbing pill
The smiling of the innocent
The numbers on the screen
A ball rolls in the darkness
But light can still be seen
The sun on the horizon
The spider on the wall
A witness of disaster
For those who rise and fall
The scorch marks on the whitewash
Glass from the picture frame
The eyes that hide in silence
They know who is to blame
So farewell to the rainbow
The doctor of the sky
They need you in the city
Where spirits can not fly.
ScarsBob's povScars3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I never thought I'd receive them, not when all was supposed to be safe.
I never thought doing something I loved would hurt me.
Mine are beautiful because they represent all that I love even though they bring me pain.
Their from a love that's so demanding, an obsession never seen.
Who knew being invisible could hurt you on the inside?