MusicAs I turned the music on,Music11 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.
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.
What's the plural for moose? We all were watching Austin Powers one day on the tour and we were talking about random things that would be funny just to see. I was eating popcorn drinking Dr. Pepper when Frank asked,"Has goldfinger ever had a flock of mooses advancing on him? It's a terrifying sight." Mikey looks at him and corrects him,"That's not the plural of moose, it's moosi"What's the plural for moose?8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Fuck off," Gerard disagreed,"It's meese." I couldn't hold in my laughter anymore and accidently threw the popcorn onto Bob's head and Dr. Pepper flew out my nose and hit Gerard is the groin area which cause everyone else to laugh histericaly. Gerard yelled,"What the fuck Emz??!!!" I counldn't stop laughing and ran to the bathroom just so that I wouldn't pee my pants and Gerard starts to laugh even more and laughed,"Did you make it?!"
"Shut up!" I yelled from the toilet,"You're lucky I
For You, IMCR Dayfor the kids with colored hairFor You, IMCR Day4 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
Ways to Annoy Dahvie and JayyDahvie:Ways to Annoy Dahvie and Jayy4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Steal his Monster, drug it, and give it back
2. Tell him his voice is too whiny and nasally
3. Tell him Garrett is waaaay better than him
4. Tell him his hair is girly
5. Use a spray bottle to constantly wet his hair
6. Call him gay 209328529875 times a day
7. Spread the rumor that he and Jayy are together
8. Smudge his make up
9. When he passes out from the drugged up Monster, rape him! ("Drugged up like party monsters, sexed up so grab the condoms" ;D)
10. Draw on his face with permanent marker when he takes his pre-show nap. Hiding all mirrors is optional
11. Steal his laptop and post unreleased songs
12. Tell everyone he raped you, get police involved, possibly ruining his life and career (may back fire. see Jessi Slaughter case)
1. Buy bag of Blow Pops, eat or hide all watermelon flavored ones, offer Jayy bag. Sit back and enjoy his watermelon-less rage (Possibly record and post online)
2. Bend his hula hoop
3. Cut and/or shave his head is a strange pattern
Quiet BeautyWhen i kissed the paper skin on the inside of your wristQuiet Beauty7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i marvelled as my lips left a red print
You snatched your wrist away and blushed
"Why would you do that?" you asked
I held onto your bony fingers and whispered
"It's better than being kissed by the blade"
When we danced under the moon
I spun myself into circles to fast i was a dizzying blur of colour
You laughed so hard as i fell into you
And i clung onto your shirt collar and breathed in the musty smell
Concentrating on your happiness
I hadnt heard it in a long time
And in that moment i was afraid.
Afraid that if i let you go
Your laughter might float away
When we were in the library
Passing notes to each other from across the table
Writing quotes from the various books we were reading
Writing little love notes
With hearts and flowers and fireworks wrapped around each others names
You drew me a garden
With wild flowers and birds and beautiful exotic leaves
You said this was the most beautiful garden in the world
And it should ha
The Last Night-SkilletYou come to me with scars on your wristThe Last Night-Skillet6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Plick! Plick! He looked up from his book. Plick! Little pebbles kept hitting his window. A opened it and looked down at a girl smiling up at him. This worries him so he climbs down and wraps her in a warm embrace. He looks at her eyes, stained with tears. He then reaches for her wrists, he grabs one. He's now in shock because she would normally pull away. He rolls up her sleeves and looks at her fresh cuts. Yet she is still smiling.
You tell me this will be the last night feeling like this
"A...are you okay?" He asks cautiously holding her close. She nods. "This will be my last night feeling like this." He looks at her somewhat excited. "You're finally leaving him?" She nods.
I just came to say goodbye
He hugs her tighter. "Not in the way you're thinking. This is good-bye." She barely gets the last part out. When her eyes start to well up again.
I didn't want you to see me cry, I'm fine
"W...what?" He catches one of he
The Evanescence PoemThe Evanescence Poem5 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.......
The Music BoxAn aged music box opens and tinkling music pours out in a pleasant tune...The Music Box8 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
The house had been torn down when the girl found the music box. Like most of the towns folk she and her mother had began salvaging what they could find in the ruins before it would be thrown away. The box was tiny enough to fit in just one hand, it was decorated with an aged crimson cloth decorated with blue and black beasts that made it terrifying...and alluring. The girl couldnt resist putting the music box in her tiny room, it made her room seem slightly less dismal when the sunlight struck it right. She grinned at the tiny thing and lay for hours just staring at it, but never playing it. It wasnt until she touched the little gold key sticking out of its side that the thought even crossed her mind. It suddenly seemed even more alluring, with its bright colors and smell of sulfur, and who couldnt resist. Yet there was a gnawing sense in th
CuttingSlicing away trust,Cutting9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding out betrayal.
Lying with a smile,
making truth go stale.
Playing a deadly game,
fighting with blood and fire.
Answering to all the pain,
bowing to desire.
Clinging to the hate,
living in the fear.
Pushing far away,
everything I hold dear.
A smile on my face,
but screaming in my head.
Hoping its not to late,
praying my souls not dead.
Trying to escape,
to find a place to hide.
Or should I face myself,
its so hard to decide.
Nowhere left to run,
no one to face but me.
To decide what I want to do,
and who I want to be.
Bill Kaulitz QuotesNo matter how sick she is or how bad she's looking at the moment, you still see her as the most beautiful person in the world. And if you're really in love, you don't care about all the other girls that are standing in line for you. You don't want another night with any person. You just want her.Bill Kaulitz Quotes6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
We are definitely four good reasons not to have children
You know...being on stage..in front of so many fans, is the best thing in the whole wide world
When Tom and I were young, we could stay up and go out later than most kids our age but we never misused it. I never came back home drunk and threw up on my mothers feet
Always remember, believe in today, believe in tomorrow, believe in yourself, and whatever happens, don't jump."
And the next song is a very personal song. I wrote this one to just give some help. And I just wanted to say, whatever happens... believe in you, believe in life, believe in tomorrow, believe in everything you do, any time. And this is Don't Jump.
I choose red because
PainTake the needlePain8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make you cry
stick it deep
let it dry
make you hurt
make you bleed
show all the pain I see
razor blades are falling down
cut you up
let you drown
make you fall
make you see
all the pain inside of me.
Caged by HateCaged by Hate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Caged by Hate
Hide who you are, never let it show;
Hate will find you, only one will follow.
Lovers, hiding amongst shallow hate.
Kisses so brief for fear of others faith.
Hide who you are, hide your passions;
Never to be freed from a cage of lies
Loving another should never cause hate
But loving the same sex can.
hide or death will be your friend.
Hide who you are, never let it show
Or death will find you.
Hide your feelings deep within or
Hate from them will led you to your fate
And death will be your only friend.
Poem by Sexy_Yuri88
A momentJust for a moment,A moment3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your love fills my mind...
For a moment my heart,
Is all yours to find.
Just for a moment,
I let myself hope for you...
I let myself wonder...
Wishing you knew.
Just for a moment,
Everything fades away...
The world disappears,
and only you stay.
Just for a moment,
Your love fills my soul...
But only for a moment,
Do I feel whole.
I Miss HerEven when I am surrounded by people I am lonely without youI Miss Her6 years ago in Other More Like This
I always remind myself that you miss me too
I see the reasons why we miss one another
Because our personalities are like no other
But absence makes the heart grow fonder
But "Is this true?" I ponder
My heart aches and bleeds
While I listen to the sad vibrations from countless piano reeds
The music fills my head as I feel lonely still
And once I see you my heart has had its fill
Of the love that I need
And the love that i want
I know distance doesn't matter
But my heart is ready to shatter
I be missing for another week
I hope it wont be as bleak
But the longer I am away
I feel like I want to cry everyday
But the tears wont fall
Because you might call
I miss you...
lupus, my diseasethere once was a girl who was beautifullupus, my disease2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but then in the fall
a wolf headed her way
and when she looked into its eyes
she saw nothing but silvered glass
'who are you?' she said
because the images so frightened her
the crumbling skin, the darkness of thinning hair against the whiteness of the skull
that moment that magritte so beautifully captured-
(when looking in the mirror, the back of your own head is all that you can see-)
not a reflection, but a picture of a girl
the wolf smiles, showing teeth
takes her hand delicately between its jaws and crushes it
'condition of you, dear; i am what you are.'
she freezes- pain, numbness, coldness-
her body is no longer hers- it belongs to the glass
in a still life
this moment in time
the wolf snarls and she remembers
the wolf whispers-
'nothing but vanity.'
he opens his mouth wide
(once in the summertime:
'you are beautiful,' he said to her)
her eyes are sad.
Music Is...What is music?Music Is...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A little boy asked me that today.
I bent down so that our faces were level
And then I said to him with a smile,
Why do you care?
Out of so many people today
Why do you care?
He looked back at me
His eyes too thoughtful for his age
And he said right back to me,
Because I want to make good music.
I liked that answer, and I told him so.
He was happy and he smiled.
Take my hand, I said, and walk with me now
And I will show you those things that proper music make.
He put his small hand into mine and came with me.
I didnt know what to make of this, he trusted me.
But I led him along, and as I did I pointed out
Some of those things that proper music make.
Music, I said, is the harmony in the world
Brought together to create a myriad of sensations.
Music is our footsteps on the ground
Music is my walking with you.
Music is that ancient couple over there
See how elderly they are, yet they see each
Roses***Roses***Roses10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They tell me you're gone
But those are all lies
They just don't know
Your soul still survives
Inside the shadows
Lies your sweet disguise
Two lovely roses
That each hold your eyes
Deep in the dark
When the daylight has died
The mist of my sleep
Leads me to your side
When I open my eyes
You fade to hide
I'm left with the love
Your roses provide
Why do they refuse to believe me?
Don't they know you can never leave me?
Her voice can be heard at night
Through thickness of the frost
Singing softly to the starlight
Of the love she never lost
A love that left so long ago
Without ever a goodbye
But somehow the roses let her know
Her love will never die
Each night her haunting voice is heard
Filling silence in the halls
Her love is sang with every word
Sweet sound seeping through the walls
"Roses are red
Violets are blue
Death is no reason
To stop loving you
These walls are white
The floors are too
I don't belong
The Last Night She winced as the crimson liquid slipped through her skin. She glanced down at her wrist and sighed silently. Why did she do this to herself she wondered. She couldn't figure out why she voluntarily caused herself pain in the form of cutting.The Last Night6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suddenly a knock sounded on the bathroom door. She tensed up at the sound. Sabrina, honey, It was her mother. Sabrina swallowed. Her mother didn't know about her being a cutter.
Yeah? She replied.
Are you okay?
No. I'm fine. She replied. She stood up and turned on the sink, hoping it would deter her mother. She waited a few seconds before turning the water off. She, then, heard her mother's footsteps heading away from the bathroom door. She looked up into the mirror and saw nothing but a shell of a person staring back.
Amor IIIAmor III9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
-La pregunta es ¿Por que ahora, por que no antes?
-¿Por que no después?
-¡Ya basta! por favor, eh sufrido mucho y mi alma no puede soportar un rasguño mas ¡Deja de fingir por una maldita vez en tu vida, carajo!
-Te amo, ¿es tan difícil de creer?
-Hace tiempo que no te amo
-Tus ojos no dicen lo mismo
-¿Que mas quieres de mi?
-¡Que me ames como solías hacerlo!
-¿Y supones que con un 'lo siento' todo volverá a ser igual? lamento romper tus ilusiones pero las cosas no son así, un lo siento no ayuda mas que para dejar de odiarte, no puedo volver a amarte por que no estaría segura de, hasta que parte todo es real
-Me mentiste, cuando se engaña una vez es difícil diferenciar lo que es real de lo que es mentira, ¿Como se que no estas mintiendo de nuevo?, ya fingiste hacerlo una vez, y fingiste muy bien, lo siento, pero esta vez las cosas no van a salir a tu modo. No siempre se puede ganar...
-Cometí el peor error, y de verdad que lo siento... por que va a costarme que el am