You're A Band GeekYou're A Band Geek8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
You Know You're A Marching Band Geek When...
1. You walk in step with whoever is walking next to you.
2. You could play your cadence twice as well as your drumline.
3. You laugh at the concert choir for their awful flute posture.
4. Nothing is more fun than discovering your band and the opposing team's band know the same cheer--then competing to see who can play it faster.
5. You named your instrument.
6. You would seriously consider your options if it came down to destroying your instrument and losing your right pinky toe.
7. Your marching band is like your family: You feud all the time but you love most of them to death.
8. All or most of your friends are in your marching band.
9. You love banging people's drums.
10. You can play most of your cheers on more than one instrument.
11. When you hear a whistle, your first instinct is to shut up and get to attention.
12. However, when your drum major blows the whistle, you tend to ignore it.
13. You rarely date outside of band.
MusicAs I turned the music on,Music10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lyrics ran in my head.
For them few minutes of that song,
I forgot I wanted to be dead.
Sifting into my soul,
The song is on repeat.
These words make me whole,
They will not take defeat.
Music is all I live for,
Lyrics is all I crave.
If only they were the words of a friend,
Maybe then I can be saved.
Quotes of Billie Joe...Quotes of Billie Joe...4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Punk is always something that's going to be with us and to try and explain that would be stupid at this point."
"We put the fun back into dysfunctional"
"Rock bands are such pussies, you know? I honestly think that people are looking for something that's more than just a piece of shit"
"The one thing that's always stuck with us is that we're crazy mother fuckers."
"History will tell if we were really a good band or just a one day fly."
"I kind of became everyone's weird uncle. I was drunk all the time wearing a fucking leopard g string."
"You want a drumstick? Like a ice cream cone or a chicken wing!?"
"If someone falls down please pick them back up. Just because there's not a fuckin' camera in your face doesn't mean you don't have to lookout for each other."
"Just about 99% of the population masturbates while the other 1% lie about it."
"When someone is in a car accident and they're driving at 100 mph, drunk, who's tape do you think his listening to at that time? Think ab
Flavours of Tokio HotelFlavours of Tokio Hotel5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The Flavours of Tokio Hotel
What would Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav taste like if they were different types of foods, ice cream toppings, sauces, or anything ?
Well I've come up with an answer .
Bill Kaulitz would be the sweetest taste out there. A taste that everybody loves. Chocolates, filled with smooth crunchy centers. Apple Pie with custard. Skittles! Hundreds and Thousands! Something hard, spicy tangy at the start, but sweet and smooth after...just like him I suppose. He looks kind of "out there" with his style and appearance, but a really genuinely great guy!
Tom Kaulitz .well, HOT n' SPICY!!! Hmm Mexican food? Maybe not. Chinese? Definitely something with a hot kick to it. Hot fudge sauce, whipped cream. Leaves you wanting more. Because Tom is basically hot, and really funny!
Georg Listing would be something sour, like sour skittles, a tangy lemon sauce. Or something chewy cookie dough! Crushed nuts, blueberries, pretzels.
SchizophreniaRip the stitchesSchizophrenia5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Out from it's seams
Destroy what un-hitches
Us to our dreams
Forever in confusion
With reality and illusion
Seeing what's not
(Even) Though you cannot
Reject its existence
So firm it's consistance
No matter your resistance
You'll fall to its persistence
Try as you might,
But till death is your fight
To rid a disease
That cannot be appeased
OutcastDirt thrown in my faceOutcast8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every day I'm alive
Another sneer from you mocking souls
Who don't want me to survive
I am not the letdown of this world
Can't you see it's you?
People who shun the Outcast
Allow the end of the world through
Another fist in the face
Another insult to my spirit
You don't know this Outcast's stronger
And knows you only fear it?
Every scar's got a story
Every drop of blood is a tale
Not a victim but a survivor
Who isn't going to fail
I know I can walk alone
I don't have to depend on another hand
I don't need to be seen by anyone
Silent and alone are the rules for me in this land
I don't belong here
I don't belong anywhere
So I'll just make a space for me
Cause life's never going to be fair
Time to deal with the next day
I can handle another one
I will fight under the name of Outcast
Until my heartbeat's done
I Wrote You A SongHear the lyricsI Wrote You A Song5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hear the sound
Hear the melody
Let every moment that we shared together
Be a moment that haunts you forever
Every warm embrace
Let every note
Remind you of my face
Take a moment to remember me crying that night
When you told me something just didn't feel right
So I wrote you a song
To bring back my memory
Maybe you'll hear these lyrics
And remember me...
Remember my face
Remember my voice
Remember my smile
Remember it was your choice
To give up on us...
And I honestly believed in you
You never gave me a reason
Why you stopped saying "I love you"
A single song
A single chord
On the radio
Let every tear
Make you wanna
Turn down the stereo
Make you ashamed to show your face in public
This is just my way of getting over it
A little late
For you to say
So don't come crying
When you get tired of hearing this song
I hope you catch yourself singing along
So I wrote you a song
Eternally YoursAt times it seems as ifEternally Yours6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it were only yesterday we met.
The time has passed so quickly,
days, months, even years, becoming
a blur of a shared reality.
Others dream of a love like ours.
Timeless, perfect, true.
Never was there a doubt,
we were meant for one another.
There can be no others,
not for us.
Our hearts, our souls,
so deeply entwined
one about the other,
it would be impossible to know
where one begins,
where the other ends.
All around us, others age,
their love, their beauty
fades, withers and dies
like the roses in winter.
But we do not,
ours is a love to outlast time,
and I will always be...
A Fake LoveHey, wait…A Fake Love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Please don’t go away…
I thought this is what they called fate
I thought that every day
Was supposed to be for
You and me…
I thought that this “love”
That was made so clear in my heart
Was always above
Every day we spent apart
Even though I seemed
To be falling apart
Deep inside, I knew
That all these things inside
I couldn’t hide from you
So now I reside
With the cold and hard
This wasn’t meant to be
This “love” between us
Wasn’t meant for you and me
So you can take your finesse
And leave me all alone
With nothing but your memory
To be gotten.The only thing that Brandon ever did with complete and utter conviction was get what he wanted. In fact, if he was to take time to reflect upon it (and he wouldn't), there probably wasn't a single time in his entire post-pubescent life where he didn't do, say, and get everything he aimed for. He was a teenager, a brat, a perpetual adolescent who did and said as he pleased because not a single person ever stopped him. He didn't even go by the name Brandon anymore, a name which may have carried even the slightest adult connotation; everyone and anyone called him Bam. His friends, his parents, his girlfriends. Bam. Most people didn't know that wasn't really his name. He just looked and acted like a Bam.To be gotten.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bam jumped off buildings, puked out of the windows of moving cars, and skateboarded across the wooden floorboards of his mother's kitchen. He filled his brother's pillowcase with spiders and covered the floor beside his father's bed with marbles. And when he moved out of their house
ForgottenForgotten9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Look back at my tear stained face,smile,and walk away...this is how you'll break me...this is how you'll mold me into what you want me to be.Mold me to set aside my pain,and follow you without a word when inside I'm screaming...calling for something....some one....calling for an angel that will lead me to the gates of Heaven or Hell....waiting...calling.....but little do I see....Hell is already here.....
Bill Kaulitz Obsession SignsBill Kaulitz Obsession Signs7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You Know You Are Obsessed With Bill Kaulitz When...
1. All you think about is Bill.
2. When you hear the name Bill, you automaticaly think of Bill Kaulitz.
3. You can picture Bill perfectly in your mind.
4. You know that you and Bill make the perfect couple.
5. You would do anything to meet him.
6. And I mean ANYTHING.
7. You were infuriated when people compared Bill to Michael Jackson.
8. You want to/ have tried/ have learn/learnt German, so that you could have a conversation with Bill, in his 'native lanuage'.
9. You melt when ever you see him smile.
10. You envy all the fans that have gotten within 1 meter(or closer) of touching him.
11. You make a list of things that prove you are obsessed with bill.
12. You have attempted to dress up like him(HAIR INCLUDED!!), failed, and had an amazingly good time!!
13. You giggle....or plainly laugh when you hear him speak English.
14. You know when his birthday is.
15. You know how many tattoos and pericings he has, and where.
16. You base the
This is my story.This is my story. It's not short. It's never been simple and it sure as hell is not sweet.This is my story.9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Right now I'm lying here, listening to the "beepů beepů beep" of one of the many machines that I am currently hooked up to. Sadly, after being here so often and for so long I know what each and every one of them monitors. My only company in the middle of the night is my black teddy bear named Winnie, a gift from my friend, Annie. Day after day the bare white washed walls stare back at me. I've begged my parents to let me put up some of my posters.
"No, Honey," my mother says gently, as if talking too loud would shatter the thin transparent barrier that holds back her tears, "I don't think those are really appropriate."
"But, Mom they'll make me feel more comfortable, maybe even help me."
She thinks for a moment. Or rather pretends to think, when really she's trying to control her tears. She looks at me. She's going to give in, I know it.
"Karen." Dad says sharply, "Don't let her walk all over you
The Evanescence PoemThe Evanescence Poem4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I want to lose control, like you do when you're missing yourself. I'm haunted day and night without myself. Someone, bring me to life and give me a tourniquet to hold my heart and veins together again. Hopefully I'll be good enough for someone, I'm frightened of going under the surface like I did before. With my last breath, and until I breathe no more, I will stay a surfaced. You made me hurt and weep when you were drunken with hate. Now you whisper my name for your selfish needs? Call me when you're sober, then I'll see, til' then you're everybody's fool and an imaginary lover. You are the only one I know that hurts me for pleasure. Let the weight of the world push down on your shoulders, and I hope you fall. Now, love and life is all that I'm living for.......
Tea for TwoTea for twoTea for Two5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For I and Me
Boiling in at
Half past three
I've set your place
It's time for Tea
One lump or two?
Said I to Me
I don't drink sugar
In my Tea
Said Me to I
And reached instead
A flask of milk
A slice of bread
Said I to Me that cannot be
There's always sugar
In your Tea
Said Me to I
No, not today
I've gone to try
Said I to me
That sounds quite nice
So I will pour mine
Said Me to I
What splendid way
To take in solace
And thus it goes
At half past three
I will boil Tea for Me
And sweetly sit
For fortune be
It's always Tea Time
Tea for Two
For I and Me
Boiling in at
Half past three
You might be a band nerd if... You Might Be a Band Nerd If...You might be a band nerd if...11 years ago in Humor More Like This
You keep reeds in your wallet.
You have dreams about the Cavaliers.
You want to have babies with Kennasaw.
You think you march better when you need to pee really bad.
You think you look sexy in your uniform.
You do look sexy in your uniform.
You've ever campletely changed clothes on a school bus.
You don't think 4 am is too early to get up for a competition.
You bring your lunch in your hatbox.
Your dinkles are your favorite shoes.
You've ever had Dr. Beat stuck in your head.
You practice your instrument instead of doing homework.
Band camp is the most fun you'll have all year.
Football games are the highlight of your week.
You own a little pin of your instrument.
Your reed tastes yummy.
You wish band camp started in may.
You are close personal friends with your director.
You live in the band room.
You've ever caught a rifle in your tub
My MusicMy Music3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My music is my escape,
it's written in my skin.
People look and judge
but they don't see what's within.
The songs can save my life,
they can interperate inner strife.
A genre doesn't define the message,
like skin color doesn't determine the person.
It's the purpose that matters.
Frat Party Part 1 Gettin ReadyPart 1 Gettin ReadyFrat Party Part 1 Gettin Ready8 years ago in Humor More Like This
"NO! Bianca I've told you a million times, NO u cannot go the frat party with us on Friday!"
"PLEASE Chris PLEASE." Bianca begged her older brother. "PLEASE let me go."
"NO" he said again.
Bianca gave him the puppy dog face "Please?"
Chris turned away "I'm not falling for that again." he said angrily.
"PLEASE?" Bianca begged again this time getting down on her knees.
"Awww come on Chris, let her go, shes on her knees for freakin sake."
"Nathan shut the fuck up and let me handle this please." Chris retorted.
Chris, forgetting that Bianca had her puppy face on turned back to her.
"Aw damnit I saw the puppy face. FINE I'll let you go." he sighed.
"YAY!!!!" she jumped up and screamed.
"ON ONE CONDITION!!!" Chris yelled over her screaming.
It suddenly went very quiet. Everyone was looking at Chris.
"You have to bring some friends." he finished.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!" Bianca screamed at the top of her lungs. She then ran to the phone to call all her
I Can't Let You Know...I want to tell you I love youI Can't Let You Know...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm not exactly sure how
I want to tell you I care about you
And I want to tell you now
I want you to know I'll be there
I want you to trust in me
I want to be someone you count on
I just wish there's some way you could see
It doesn't matter and I don't care
Because whenever I am with you
There's no one else that can compare
There's so much I want to tell you
And I'm going to keep it real
I want to say what's on my mind
And I want to tell you how I feel
But I'm afraid that if you find out
Our relationship won't be the same
And if I mess up our friendship
I'll be the only one to blame
I wouldn't be able to live with myself
Knowing our friendship is done
My life with you would be over
Before it even begun
I can't live my life without you
So I don't think I'll let you know
I'd rather us just be friends
Than risk having to let you go<i>
Mud and gold and toastMy grandmothers house smells like soap and buttered toast this morning. She has dishes soaking in the sink. The sink. She still washes her dishes in the sink. A little brown girl is watching the toast. She has the earth in her. There is mud in her veins, and gold dust in her muddy hair, and there are emeralds in her muddy eyes. Clear emeralds, held up to the sun so that sometimes theyre green and sometimes theyre gold and they change so often that eventually you forget what color they were to begin with. The little brown girl is, I think, like a tree. She is tall, nearly as tall as my grandmother, and thin. Her arms and legs are like spiders arms and legs, except that she only has two each. She is a fresh sapling, but sometimes when she looks at you she is withered and ancient. While she runs she is young. She is fast, and when she runs I think she is more like the wind than a tree. She is green and cool and new. When she is still everything about her stills. ShMud and gold and toast9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This