Bullshit"I'm sorry that you're such a bullshit excuse for a human," I mused as I tried to eat my food. The girl across from me looks at me like she's fuckin' Bambi or some shit. "You're bullshit baby, all nice and full of it. You suck at art, you suck at fucking and you suck at life." Amused I watch her cry and I don't really feel anything because I can't. What happened to me? Why am I like this? "You're disgusting," I tell her, "Go fucking clean yourself up." I roll my eyes and leave my half-empty plate. I swear to God I use to be a good person. Then again I don't believe in that bullshit either.
Love me?I'm lonely.Love me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My bed is empty.
My heart is broken.
My life is shattered.
My will is broken.
Pick me up?
I'm so lonely; please, love me?
Because I love you...
Human Porcupine"I present to you, The Human Porcupine!"Human Porcupine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Laughter rises and falls when the ring master brings her forward.
We all know her, the human porcupine.
She never stands quite right.
Her body is laden with knives.
It is a grief that has bent her body into submission.
Everyday the number of needles on her back grow.
Everyday another knife is stabbed into her pin-cushion flesh.
"The trick to this miserable creature is finding one that lives long enough to see the cage!"
Roars of laughter come and she looks down at her feet.
She will know no other life except the one where there is a knife in her back.
The worst part is that the first knife came from her best friend who sits in the very same crowd, but she does not shed a tear for her dear Human Porcupine...
Believe In Me?Please believe in me.Believe In Me?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you don't want to,
but I need you to.
I am so weak and things look so bleak!
My wings have skipped a beat!
Am I out of dust?
No, maybe if there was just a shred of belief...
Dear Student BodyDear Student Body,Dear Student Body3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I came here to be judged on how much I know, not how I look. I would greatly appreciate it if you left my appearance out of the equation because what you're doing to me is incredibly unfair and really hurtful. I wear a blue wig on my head because the weirdness makes the smile on my face genuine, so please? Stop swiping the smile off of my face because it hurts me more than you would imagine to frown.
America's Unconventional Sweetheart.
My HeartMy heart will bloom like the flowers in the spring; it will fall apart like the trees in the fall.My Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dead GirlsPeel back your skin.Dead Girls2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See! Now you look a lot skinnier.
But remember, dead girls are prettier.
You think I'm LonelyYou hide so well under my skin.You think I'm Lonely3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twisting & Turning.
Screaming & Burning.
It's like you could almost be alive.
I like where you are, but how could you go so far?
My skull begins to crack as you begin to...
I'm sleeping only with myself tonight, wishing to just dry my eyes.
Where was I when you cried?
By your side.
Is there a big bend in your heart where I can just slide in and die?
111. SadnessWhat is wrong with you people? I understand that you severely dislike us and that you think we are disgusting, but who is more disgusting? You or us? You, with the way you tell us we are never good enough for anything? You, with the way you persecute us because of your religious beliefs or personal preferences? You, with the way you tell us we are not good enough to be even classified as human? Or us? With the way we are just so desperate to just get out alive from this mess? Us, with our increasing hopelessness? Us, with our increasing fear of tomorrow? You are putting nooses around our necks and you do not even know it. You are putting us on the edge of a cliff and screaming at us to jump because we are not good enough. You defend life, but yet you smother it with your ugly hatred.111. Sadness3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
English Teacher Blues 1Frank was not the typical English teacher. He was tattooed far beyond what most people would allow. He had rid himself of the piercings but still he was deemed unfit by society because of his long hair. He fixed his rather bland, strict suit in the teacher's lavatory. He wanted to scream "I QUIT!", but money was tight, he had a teaching license, he'd nailed the job and besides, who wants to be a rockstar when they're a english teacher? Psssh, not Frank. He wallowed in his misery til the bell reminded him he had to go into a horrifying little room, cramped with the sons of assholes that that had teased him in high school and god knows there are spiders somewhere in there.English Teacher Blues 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frank sighed, pausing at the door before attempting to go in. Inside he could hear the sounds of a struggle and a slight whooping. When he opened the door he found a group of males beating what initially looks like a girl. Frank slammed the door and tried to look as furious as possible. Everyone turned to look at the p
InfidelityYou say you love me (or at least that's what you claim). I say I hate you (or at least that's what I claim). She says she has you (or at least that's what you say).Infidelity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
White Rabbit- THE ENDGerard entered a dark bedroom carefully. The sheets were in disarray and the distinct smell of Frank's skin lingered on the sheets. Gerard guiltily looked around before making his way to the bed to inhale the Frank's sweet scent. He could smell patches of Bert, but Bert had not spent the night with Frank like he had promised. Gerard quietly exited the room.White Rabbit- THE END3 years ago in Romance More Like This
His gun was poised perfectly to shoot an oncoming attacker, but a few guards managed to ambush him. They disarmed Gerard quickly and wrapped a bracelet around his wrist that disabled his powers. Gerard didn't struggle very much knowing that the guards would most likely take him to Bert, who would most likely be in the presence of Frank. They dragged Gerard for what felt like forever, before tossing him into a room with many windows.
At the desk sat Bert and on top of it was perched the ever youthful Frank. "I see you came for your lover Gerard," Bert replied as he turned to
English Teacher Blues 2Frank rolled his eyes as he entered class for the fourth time that week. They were discussing "Catcher in the Rye" in the senior class while discussing a book called "A Lifetime" by a relatively new but popular writer who wrote under numerous pseudonyms. While discussing "A Lifetime" with his junior class Frank realized he had not seen the boy who had been assulted since monday. He took a mental note to take it easy on him and simply forget he was absent, however class assignments would be a different story.English Teacher Blues 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Frank was lost deep in his thoughts when he heard the soft cords of a familiar song accompanioned by just as familiar singing. He followed the sound round and round but it just seemed to come from the other side of a vast expansion of wall. Frank pressed an ear against the wall recognizing it as a song from a semi-local band called Sons of Irving. "This broken city sky like butane on my skin. Stolen from my eyes. Hello Angel, tell me where are you! Tell me where we go from here!"
LoveLove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why is this version of the word love tattooed on my skin?
Because love is not painless.
It is war!
289. AngelI leaned over the edge of the building. It was a high drop and I knew that if I fell over the railing I would most likely die an immediate death. I looked behind me before climbing unto the ledge. I closed my eyes during the whole process of climbing up, but once I was on the ledge I opened them to see the amazing morning light. Streaks of gold stained the sky, but so did red and blue from the night not wanting to give way to the new day. I closed my eyes and breathed in. Looking back now I had to realize that everything had been an awful mistake. I set one foot at the edge and then the another as I looked at what transcended beyond me. With little hesitation I let my body drop into the wind and spread my wings into the sky.289. Angel3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
What are you about?It's about personality.What are you about?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you sweet?
or are you like me; full of hatred?
Do you feel contempt?
I feel it.
It rattles my bones.
It keeps me breathing.
It keeps me from my first death, but not the second.
English Teacher Blues 3As Frank drove home he thought about what he had learned about Gerard Way. He was a 17 year old senior who was failing horribly, drew, wrote, sang, painted, played six different instruments and lived with both hsi twin brother Mikey Way and his Grandmother Elena. He was talented, but heavily outcast by his peers because of his mother's repuation. Frank could see how that all worked against one in such a traditional area. He warned Gerard not to think much of it and that he would help Gerard with what he could. The boy gladly accepted Frank's advice.English Teacher Blues 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
Once home, Frank finally felt free to drink. By the time his other roommates came home, Frank looked like he had been his by a ton... a ton of alcohol. "Hey there," the tall curly haired man replied as he plotted his way into the kitchen. His rounder blonde roommate sat down next to Frank and took the bottle from him.
Frank figured since he was already hammered, giving up now would be a great idea. "Hey, I'm talking to you!" Frank dodged so
English Teacher Blues 4Frank sighed while at the pub, his fingers wrapped around a long ago warmed beer glass. He wasn't looking for company, but company soon found him. "Hey." Frank looked at the young man who presented himself with a rather casual greeting. He was lanky, tall, muscular, wore vintage specs and had slicked back dark hair.English Teacher Blues 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Mikey Way." The young man replied rather gruffly. Frank's lightbulb went off, "Oh pleased to meet you other Way." Mikey grinned sheepishly and flashed a fake ID at the bartender and got himself pale ale. "Thanks for helping my brother out." Frank looked at Mikey for a few moments, "It was nothing."
Mikey sat back and than the other way sat on the opposite side of Frank and flashed the bartender another fake ID. Frank couldn't help but think, What the fuck is up with these fake IDs? Than a thought occured to Frank, they weren't hopping the bouncer. They were there with "LEGAL" permission.
"Why are you two drinking?" Both of the Ways just grinned, "Muma said we could." Than
Where Is My Mind?If you could rewrite every wrong would you?Where Is My Mind?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or would you leave them in place?
Who knew if it unraveled your life or made it better;
Maybe it made things worse by not admitting your faults or maybe this a really badly written revelation.
Either way it's always good to ask, where is my mind?
MonsterDaniel pushed Angel away as the sound of the sirens grew closer. "No! I'm not leaving you here!" the petite redhead cried in frustration as she pulled on his arm in the opposite direction. "GO!" the blonde male commanded, his blue eyes baring into Angel's. "No!" she insisted, still tugging on his arm.Monster2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Daniel gave a huff of frustration and took her face between his hands. "Your parents need you. You joined the game for them. Come out clean," he whispered harshly before pressing his lips to her's. She braced against it, but returned it as proper as possible. He released her and hissed, "Go!"
Angel did as the red and blue lights came in view and she hopped on a trashcan to climb over the wooden fence just in time. She cried on the other side of freedom and she ran. She ran and ran until she slipped and fell in one of the alley ways. She looked down at her hands.
They were still stained with blood from the man she had killed. She didn't want to, but the fucking ass hole had laid a hand on
English Teacher Blues 5The car ride with Ray was awkward. "So, why did you do it?" Frank looked up from his hands with his considerably sober demeanor, "I don't know? I mean he kissed me first..." Ray smacked himself in the face with his palm, kept his palm at his temple and watched the road with lazy eyes. "Ray?"English Teacher Blues 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What Frank?" Ray answered in an annoyed tone. "I seriously didn't kiss my student." Ray's eyebrows raised, "You mean you didn't kiss him back?" Frank watched the light posts pass by for a while before even considering the question seriously. "No, I didn't kiss my student back. It's against everything I believe in." Ray pulled into the apartment's parking facility and stalled the car slightly.
"Does he remind you of yourself when we were teens?" The question caught Frank off guard and he faced Ray for only a second before hurriedly opening the car door and throwing the contents of his stomach unto the pavement. Ray sighed, "I'll just take that as a yes."
Frank straightened his black and white strip
Requiem For A DreamThere was a certain anxiety that raised the hairs on Gerard's skin with every soft tap of an unknown object or when the harsh, overwhelming chatter of people raised a severe buzzing in his sensitive ears. The worst though was the sudden dips in concrete that sent Gerard sprawling face first into hard pavement.Requiem For A Dream2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Gerard had no amount of control over any of these things because he was blind. Blind from grief of something Gerard could not quite remember. He would count the seconds that it took for the very event to happen. Every day at approximately one o'clock in the morning or afternoon, whichever came first, the awful thing would play in his head.
"Hey, we should stop for coffee," Mikey replied as his warm breath hit the cold late winter air. Gerard scuttled not too far behind fussing with Mikey's cap so that it covered his newly exposed ears.
"We probably should, it's pretty fucking cold for March," Gerard mumbled as he slightly accelerated
English Teacher Blues 7Gerard nodded and soft yeses spilled repeatedly from his lips. The voice on the other side whirred on and with every pause his face darkened.English Teacher Blues 73 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Muma... Don't cry... We'll be there on tuesday..."
Frank looked up his raven haired lover, wondering what could possibly be happening that was causing Muma so much agony. For the past month or so Gerard has been sharing Frank's plush bed They rarely were sexual after their first powerful encounter, but they felt comfort in sleeping in the same bed. Gerard placed his blackberry phone on the night stand next to him before sliding back into the covers to cuddle with Frank.
After a few moments Gerard dug his face into Frank's neck giving Frank an unfamiliar feeling of sadness. "What's wrong...?" Frank did not even know how to word the question, but he asked it none the less.
There was a long silence and finally Gerard replied into Frank's collar bone, "My mom died this morning." Frank flinched and a memory flickered alive in the back of h
Do you need a band-aid?My smile began to diminish as the weeks passed. I really like this girl, but since college had begun once again I never seemed to have time to text her and I was worried that our crushes would soon subside and become maybe even less than friendship....Do you need a band-aid?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey Kitten," a bubbly blonde stated. I shifted my eyes to see cupcake. She was my personal little sunshine when I was down; but as of late nothing seemed to clear the clouds above me. In a flash she picked up on my rainy weather, "What's wrong Kitten?" I sighed and forfeited into one of her world class hugs.
After a few moments of silence I muttered what was plaguing me, "I'm scared that me and honey are just going to stop talking." Cupcake broke our hug in an instant to rifle through her over sized rainbow bag.
"Close your eyes," she demanded. I did as told and I felt her stick something on my chest and on my forehead. I opened my eyes and gwaked at the little rainbow band-aids. "I thought you needed one," cupcake replied quietly. I ra