Slender ManSlender ManSlender Man5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Stalks like only a pedo can
Spins a web
With his arms
Wants to do
HERE COMES THE SLENDER MAN.
Is he tall?
Like a tree
It makes you easier to see
That and he
Just like flies
THERE GOES THE SLENDER MAN
In the dark of the night
In the mist in a wood
Blends in wiiiiith the trees
Like only a scary monster could!
Scary neighborhood Slender Man
Wears a suit
And a tie
If you see him
You might die
An epileptic sidekick
Who wears a mask to hide him
And helps out
Come And Get MeCome and get meCome And Get Me4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I fear no evil.
You think I'm trembling
But I am not.
You think I'm crying
But I am not.
My knees are shaking,
But it is not
What you are thinking-
I am not
The kind of person
Who would tremble,
The kind of person
Who would cry,
The kind of person
Who would dare
To show that they're afraid
And if I do begin to
If I do begin to
If I look like I am ready
To embrace eternal sleep;
You can wrap me up in shadows,
You can rip my frame apart,
You can gouge out both my eyes and then,
Feast on my beating heart.
You can cast me into nothing,
You can turn me into air,
You can choke me, drown me, pull me down-
Whatever Death you dare.
And I promise in that moment
I shall fear no evil still
There's a quiet light inside of me
That you can never kill
Come and get me
I'm not frightened
Come and get me-
If you will.
A Keen Slender ManMany a weary year ago,A Keen Slender Man5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When my hair was rich and black,
Before I'd broken both my knees,
And snapped my fragile back,
I strolled into a forest,
As cocky as could be
No use in being modest,
The world belonged to me,
But as I walked down dirty path,
I decided then to linger,
For I had felt a wicked heart,
Seen a tall and slender figure,
No man was he, no natural thing
His skull was smooth and white
No mouth or eyes above his chin,
He filled my soul with fright,
His arms grew long like whips and vines,
He wore a suit of black,
I'll remember him for all my time,
There'll be no going back
Who was this demon of the wood,
I didn't care to know,
I backed away from where I stood,
Lest his evil show
But as I walked, so too did he
He matched me pace for pace
And then I turned to bolt and flee,
And thus began our race,
Sweat rolled quickly down my brow,
The creature's pace was quick,
I knew that if he caught me now,
He'd snap me like a stick
But in the dark, a light appeared,
A brightness in
A Warning LetterA Warning Letter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We shouldn't have tinkered with life, shouldn't have tried to slip death's grasp.
I am writing this letter from the deepest, farthest and safest corner of the world that I could find. I don't know how long I ran. She cannot find me, yet I hear her ghastly screams...her voice in my mind. Every faction out there must know that our studies have led to something unimaginable. People voiced their fears and doubts after few of those creatures appeared; these by-products of our experimental sessions. Ebastus help me, do not disregard this message! The previous mishaps might have been harmless, even if they managed to come through, but this beast is different.
She appeared during one of the sessions; compared to others, however, more like a fugitive of the underworld itself. Resisting our chants, the creature took on a physical form. Everyone watched in shock, paralyzed as she towered over us, then the skeletal smile upon her featureless face turned my way. It sent a cold chill into my very so
The Origin of Eyeless JackA young boy sat in the shade of a tree in his backyard. Not much could be said about him. He was a somewhat ordinary child with reddish brown hair and stunning hazel eyes. He had fallen asleep about an hour earlier while reading a book. Now his slim frame rested against the trunk of the large oak tree, his chest rising and falling as he breathed softly. A woman walked out the back door of the house that the yard belonged to and approached the boy. She smiled, placing her hand on his shoulder and shaking him gently. He opened his eyes a little and rubbed the left one with the back of his hand. His vision came back into focus and he saw the smiling face of his mother looking down at him as she said, in a sweet and kindly voice, “Jack, sweetheart, its time to get up.”The Origin of Eyeless Jack2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He got up shakily, his body still half asleep, and asked, “Hmm? What... What time is it...?”
“About six o'clock, dear. Your dad will be home any minute.” she answered.
Jack nodded then sto
Sick of societyI may live inside my own, twisted universeSick of society2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
An Eternity at Freddy'sIt is now 12 am. Midnight. I am once again in control of my body. No. This isn't my body. It is a cage. A prison for my tortured soul. A prison I can now move, but a prison nonetheless.An Eternity at Freddy's5 months ago in Horror More Like This
I begin to walk forward, one huge, fake, fuzzy foot after the other. From within this prison, I can hear my rotten flesh squelching, sometimes bone cracking, mixing with the sound of the servos in my robotic skeleton whirring. I can still smell everything; my own flesh decaying, the stench of death and the smell of the cold, sterile steel creating a truly repugnant odor. I feel moisture flowing from my eyes, my real eyes, or rather, what remains of them, and it is totally impossible for me to tell what is blood, what is pus and what is tears.
I want to scream, I want to scream so much, but my lungs have decayed and my throat is totally congested with bodily fluids. I want to go home and see my mom again, and have her tuck me into bed and sing me a lullaby so I can sleep, but she would never accept me, s
Does that make me Different?I wear make up. Does that make me fake?Does that make me Different?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry. Does that make me emo?
I have male friends. Does that make me slutty?
I smile a lot. Does that make me weird?
I laugh loud. Does that make me preppy?
I have anxiety. Does that make me a freak?
I have Bipolar Disorder. Does that make me abnormal?
I respect people. I change for me, and only me. I have a past, but I know I have a future.
Does that make me different?
But at least it makes me
Playing GodSometimes I like to pretend thatPlaying God2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm God, putting a pen to
paper and scripting out someone's
life like a puppeteer.
Maybe if I
wrote the epilogue in
my own blood, the
screams inside my
head wouldn't be as
real," is just an excuse
for killing off their
loved ones; I want to feel
their agony tenfold (because I
deserve to think I'm as heartless
as I feel).
Let Us Spend EternityLet us spend eternity, just dancing in the rainLet Us Spend Eternity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Crystal drops of water falling sweetly on the pain
Every silent moment spent singing a melody
Seeing things, the little things, that only we can see
Maybe we could dance among the roses in the dark
Maybe we could start the race right at the finish mark
Baby, all I ask is that you know you mean it all
If you are to learn to fly, you must first learn to fall...
My name is NothingMy name is Nothing,My name is Nothing2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I know...
You're in love with her -
I'm just your friend.
I am nothing else.
I am Nothing to you;
I'm a ghost that listens
to your many woes;
I give you space to
take a deep breath in;
I am who you turn to
when you have no one;
I'm always there for you,
but never actually there.
My name is Nothing.
And I know it was absurd
for me to think that
I could be her,
that I could be...
This KnifeThis knife. I've been staring at it for nearly an hour as I sit here on my bed. The bruise on my left eye throbs, and there's a stinging on my leg from the large scrape running down it, my jeans soaked with blood and dirty water. My shirt is ripped, blood staining the tear from the slash on my collar bone... and I was fearful of when my mother found out that I "lost" my bookbag.This Knife2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When really, it was taken from me.
Torture. Endless torture. It's the same thing every day from the same group of kids. Why do they attack me? What did I do wrong? I get good grades, I've never stolen, I've never abused drugs... I'm a good kid...
This knife. Just... one little puncture... and it'd all end... my suffering, my torment, my misery... and then they'd be happy. They'd be happy that I was finally gone... out of their lives... because I must've just been a terrible burden on them...
I raise the knife slowly to my jugular... the blade presses on the skin, and I'm ready to cut open my own throat..
Kiss Me-Chapter Two "Gerard!" I hollered from the kitchen.Kiss Me-Chapter Two3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What?" He asked from behind me. I jumped, holding a hand to my chest. He scared the crap out of me.
"Jesus Christ, you scared me."
"Sorry." He mumbled, clearly embarrassed.
"It's all good. So, what do you want to drink?"
"What do you have?"
"Coke, water, tea, lemonade, juice. Anything perk your interests?" I looked over my shoulder at him. He was tucking his long hair behind his ear. He seemed really nervous.
"Umm..just some water would be nice." He kept his eyes far away from me, more towards the floor. Nodding, I moved over to a cupboard and grabbed out a large cup. "
Frikey - When I wake up"Talk to me"Frikey - When I wake up3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I whispered, my lips almost rubbing on Mikey's forehead while I was talking to his unconscious body, my knees to the floor though I was over him as if he were a kid I was protecting from a falling roof during an Earthquake. He didn't talk to me, his bass lying on his tummy while my guitar was lying somewhere else; I threw it to a random direction when I saw Mikey was on the floor.
"Smile" I whispered; if he didn't talk to me, he could always smile. And this time, he did.
We were playing on stage all normal, the last concert of our Revenge Era tour. I was practically on the other side of the stage from Mikey's spot, but when the reflector right over him fell and hit his head, I immediately took my guitar off. When I saw how he collapsed to the floor backwards I threw my guitar and ran towards him, ending up in the position I was on while trying to wake him up.
Of course Gerard was trying to help, being an overprotective brother, but being about my beloved best friend and th
Mistletoe - FranceMistletoe - France1 year ago in Romance More Like This
And once again, [Name] [Last Name] is in the living room!
You mentally face-palmed and sat up. "Well then." You muttered, raising your eyebrows. Suddenly tapped your shoulder and you screamed, jumping away.
"Mon Dieu, [Name]..." sighed a voice.
"Oh, It's just you." You said, calming down. There, stood in front of you, was Francis Bonnefoy, also known as France. "Hey there, Francey~" You grinned, stupidly.
"It's nice to see you here, [Name]." He said. "I assume L'Amerique brought you here?" he asked. You nodded. "Heh. And I thought I was the only one." Francis chuckled.
"So uh...I heard from Mattie that you had a crush on someone." You said.
He blinked at you. "Mattie told you?" He asked. "Yeah...Who is it? I'd really like to meet this girl." You said, even though you were a little bit jealous because he was in love with her and not you.
"Hm...Well, She's really pretty with her [Hair Color] hair and all...She's really nice and she always talks to me." He said.
"Oh..." You whi
Frerard - Im Not Crazy Part SixI pulled his tiny body up so we were standing, he cried into me and i hugged his frame tightly. We stood there for a few minutes when we heard someone walking closer. I glanced over and saw the boy with hundreds of tightened scars up his arms.Frerard - Im Not Crazy Part Six2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Are you okay?" He asked quietly.
"What do you want, Brendan? Coming to grill us?" I snapped, Frankie balled more into my chest.
"No, actually. Doc wants to see you two in private." He replied calmly.
I slowly pulled Frankies head from my chest, I kissed his forehead gently. I used my thumbs to dry his cheeks. I then pulled him in for a tight hug, before gripping his hand and walking towards Doc's office. We walked up to his office door and kicked it gently. Frankie sniffled as he layed his tired head on my arm.
"Please, Sit." He said.
I walked over and pushed the two chairs together. Frankie sat and layed against my shoulder looking into the floor. Doc looked at us and shuffled in his chair uncomfortably.
You're The One That I Need -Frikey- I jolted awake, my face plastered in my own cold sweat. I weakly sat up, using my elbows only to support myself. I leaned my head to the side and wiped across my forehead. It took me a moment to realize what country we were in, then I thought back to last night.You're The One That I Need -Frikey-3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The crowd was insane. Hundreds of bodies moving in unison, screaming along to lyrics Gerard, my brother, wrote himself. Slow piano started to play, and the crowd got louder. As Gerard sang the intro, the crowd screamed the words with him. Cameras flashed. Then Frank and Ray were jumping and twirling, shredding their guitars. I stepped here and there, not moving too much.
I fell down once at a show while we were playing Cemetery Drive and ended with Gerard tickling me.
I strummed my bass, all of us dressed in our Black Parade uniforms. A few kids in the crowd were wearing them too.
We left the stage, Frank out of breath and a gash fo
Watching I know there are monsters under peoples' beds and clawing so viciously at the walls of my skull. I can hear them screaming and fighting to get out of me through my actions, but I can't release them.Watching2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The monsters want blood.
I don't want that.
But I do...
What do I want? Can one of you help me? None of the monsters help very much--they all tell me that killing is for the best and that if I don't continue it, they'll kill me. I know that you think I'm crazy, but I'm not.
They're real and among us. One in five people is a monster like me--or at least a monster-in-hiding. Psychopaths and sociopaths and schizophrenics and sadist lurk all around you. There could be one in your family, someone who leers over you in your sleep just wondering how your head would look on a stick, wanting to make a lamp or a couc
ClosetThe sun shines aboveCloset4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but I'm locked away
They put me in with a shove
because I'm gay
Can't they see it's wrong to hate
No mater how they treat me
They can't make me straight
Can't they let me be
Well I will not sit here and pout
Becouse I'm coming out
Dark Desire - Frikey OneshotDark Desire - Frikey Oneshot4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I can't stand it; it's bad enough that I have to deal with loving him and therefore being forced into resisting temptation every day, but now I have to watch him make-out with my older brother.
I hate it, hate my feelings for him, hate how he's my best friend, and hate how he kisses Gerard on stage and I hate how beautiful he is. I hate that I can never tell him how I feel.
And now I have to watch as he and my brother grope and kiss and fondle each other on stage. Does God really hate me this much?
Apparently he does; because now Frankie has to take his shirt off. I can understand why he does it, it's hot as hell here on stage, but now I'm even more tempted; his inked coated arms and chest bare and glistening with sweat. I can feel a problem building in between my legs, and I press my bass closer to me.
It's a small blessing when the concert ends and we all trial off stage. I smile my little half-grin when Gee hugs me. Yeah, I might be jealous of the fact that he kisses F
I Want to Get Out of HereI think I have grown in the shape of a squareI Want to Get Out of Here2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That is the shape of my box.
My feet at my chest and my hands in my hair
bound with no keys and no locks.
Inside my box is cramped and tight,
And when I breathe it rattles.
During the daytime I see no light
In here I fight no battles.
My breath is stale and my hair is tangled,
All I know is the dark.
I fear that I am horribly mangled
From living conditions so stark.
I want to get out and see the ocean
For there is a world to see:
The sun and the moon and the stars in motion
All laid out for me.
Being stuck in a box is bad, I believe
For my muscles and my bones
But my body might fall apart if I leave:
This box is all I know.
In here I feel little sorrow or pain
Inside and out I'm numb.
I feel not the wind, nor the cold, nor the rain
In silence, I am dumb.
A terrible ache settles deep in my soul
Past limbs twisted far back
Shut away from the world, I can never be whole:
All that is living, I lack.
"How hateful, how horrid this box is!" I crie
Insanity.I have come down with a curse;Insanity.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A violent disease.
That runs through my veins,
Like a cheetah through trees.
Now I am the test, a scientist's pet,
As a fight my way through madness.
People come and people go,
But still this crazy doesn't slow.
Started out all fun and games,
Till my whole world starts to change.
Now I'm following my heart,
Waiting for my life to start.
Who would of thought what I have thought,
If only they had knew.
That when you see this lunacy go,
It leaves you feeling new.
In the midst of all this insanity,
I've found what I was wanting.
A light to guide me on my way,
That's been here the whole time.
Imagination is the cure,
To all the world's misfortune.
Following from chapter one,
Sees me through until I'm done.