Ep 2- Backstage with Green DayBack stage with Green Day.Ep 2- Backstage with Green Day6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You got the stuff? Tré asked a man in a black trench coat.
Yer, I got your stuff. The man produced a small transparent bag of white powder. Its pure he added handing it over.
gooood a crazy glint appeared in his eye as he handed money to the mysterious man.
No sooner had the man disappeared, Mike appeared behind Tré.
Whats that? Mike snapped.
Tré spun around, hiding the baggie behind him. nothing. He said.
Whats behind your back? we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Said Mike.
I dont have anything. Youre barking up the wrong tr-- he sentence was cut off by Billie coming up behind him and plucking the baggie from his grasp.
What have we got here then? Billie asked.
Its not mine, I swear! I'm just holding it for a friend! Tré said desperately. Billie had a squirty water bottle in
The TeacherWhen I see your smile my day instantly brightens,The Teacher4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For that smile that you have does not appear often.
When you laugh my heart races and I can't help but wish it were me that made you laugh like that.
Though I feel mainly like a nucence to you so I keep out of your way.
I see your determined walk,
And know nothing will stop you from getting what you want.
I listen as you teach me something new everyday.
I listen to you loud heartbeat when we embrace.
I understand I am too young,
And it kills me to know it.
You are my teacher
A father figure in a sence,
A crush that will never become anything more.
You have a life and a family.
I feel sick when I think about it,
You belong with your wife and kids.
Though my heart throbs to have you as my own.
I wish to be older.
I wish you to be younger but I love you how you are.
I wish I never thought this way.
I wish we sometimes never met.
You raise me up and you bring me down.
You make me smile,
And you make me frown.
I am your student and nothing m
Green DayI'll never be an American Idiot.Green Day9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will always be there on my Holiday.
I want to walk alone on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
Please Wake Me Up When September Ends
Somebody said to me that Nobody Likes You
and Good Riddance
The Green Day PrayerThe Green Day Prayer.The Green Day Prayer7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Thank you for blessing the rock scene with this fine Punk Group known as Green Day,
And for their awesome contributions to the radio airwaves for over a decade.
And to also thank the antics of Tre Cool who has made the world a funnier and a crazier place.
And for the heavenly vocals and guitar skills of Billie Joe Armstrong.
And the awesome Bass skills of Mike Dirnt
And finally for holding the greatest show on Earth, Bullet In A Bible.
Reaching an understanding HPHarry shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he mentally ticked off the last moments of Potions class. On any other day he would be fidgeting in eager anticipation, but today his stomach was churning with dread. Why dread the end of his most hated class? The answer was simple: today Harry was going to apologize to Snape.Reaching an understanding HP8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry himself nearly died of shock at the thought: him apologize to Snape? When first considering it, he could barely stop himself from rushing to the window to check that Voldemort wasnt dancing ballet in the castle yard. Despite the seeming absurdity of the idea, Harry felt compelled to say something about what happened the other day. He didnt expect the reticent professor to accept his apology; but at least Harry would be able to sleep without the feeling of sour shame burning in his gut.
Class dismissed, you know what to do. Professor Snape intoned blankly from the head of the classroom, snapping Harry from his thoughts and stirring his classm
Pocky-SilverPocky-Silver1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was on a couch in the lab, eating pocky when my boyfriend Silver entered the room then I got an idea.
"Silver, come here." I said, he looked at me and walked over
"What?" He asked, and I patted a spot next to me and he sat down
"close your eyes."
"Because just do it." he sighed and closed his eyes, I then put a pocky stick in his mouth
"Just hold still." He nodded and I started munching at the other end, Silver felt me getting closing to him as I put my hands on his cheek. Soon all the pocky was gone and our lips had met, and I licked his lips then pulled back, Silver was blushing abit.
"Who did you learn the pocky game from?" He asked
"Gold." I told him, smiling
"Of course you did."
"Indeed." I then kissed him and he kissed back, he licked my lips asking for entry which I opened my mouth, his tongue started exploring my mouth and I moaned alittle, me and Silver then saw a flash and we pulled apart to see Blue,(Friend who has a crush on Red) and (Friend who is da
Hetalia/HetaOni - What I Desire Most (1)Hetalia/HetaOni - What I Desire Most (1)2 years ago in Drama More Like This
"A deserted house in a mountain, about three hours on foot from the world summit place,
No one knows how long it has been there or who used to live in it.
Rumours had it that it was haunted"
"You cannot easily set foot into that 'mysterious mansion' in your town.
Because if you anger its former occupant, you will not get away lightly...
Especially when there is no one there..."
Never enter the mansion.
Several time loops later...
Darkness. All he could see was darkness – and he hated it.
The sounds of the others sleeping and breathing was the only thing that kept him calm. He tried to reach out into the unknown, to sense if something unwelcome was lurking about but he received nothing. Thank God.
Sitting up in his bed, he ran his hands over his face and then put them in front of his eyes. He still only saw darkness: no outline; no shape; not even blurriness around the edge
Because the Blue Fairy Said So(Addendum from Sleep Deprived Brain: Clare calls it mourning sickness. As in 'Mourning for my Single, Carefree Life' sickness.)Because the Blue Fairy Said So1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I would make a terrible mother anyway."
"I don't think you're in the right place right now to make those kind of judgmental indecisions about yourself."
"I would, though."
"Your word still doesn't make it true."
"Last I heard children are usually raised in clean, pretty houses with a white picket fence outside and a daily routine that is organised from the word 'Go'."
"What have you been listening to? The Stepford Radio Specials Circa 1951?"
"Firstly, there is no such thing. Secondly, I couldn't be bothered to cook, I think a clean house is life being wasted, I procrastinate like its a job to do just that and I am a firm advocate of the fact that all fairytales are based on some form of evidence that we just haven't discovered yet."
"Can I just say that if I was your brain, I would be so exhausted that I would want to give myself a lobotomy?"
Death of the PoetDear poetry,Death of the Poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is your challenge,
my eternal chore,
to restate the truth
like never before-
but I’m imperfect
at my very core
is what I abhor
so you may expect
my work to be poor
enough for me to
be crushed into gore
with failed attempts
to take wing and soar
when all I wanted
was something much more
than emptiness and
and pointless details
of imagined lore
which most of us tend
to simply ignore
at the piercing sound
of a lion’s roar
or the convenience
of a nearby store…
what am I truly
writing these words for?
Let’s merely pretend
that this isn’t me
but the voice of God
or L. Ron Hubbard
or whoever you
wish for it to be
since facts remain facts
no matter the source,
no matter the cause,
since the trustworthy
are also humans
prone to failure;
so prone to a fault
that we hold dearly-
the sum of our faith
measured in dollars-
rewarded by credit
and paper money…
for some odd reason
I find this funny!
So I conclude
Why Severus Snape Never...Why Severus Snape Never...8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Why Severus Snape Never Answered Stupid Questions
It had been a smashing day so far. He had received a new crate of his favorite tea, a book he had reserved forever ago on theories involving bat spleen had finally become available and two first years had pissed themselves when he swept grandly round a corner.
Yes, a smashing day. And it was only getting better as Severus Snape perched himself behind his desk. Usually the seventh year Slytherin-Gryffindor Potions class was abominable at best. Coupled with the fact that it was DOUBLE Potions last thing on Fridays, the two hours rarely passed by amicably. But this Friday had been very splendid indeed.
He'd caught Macmillan and Granger passing a note between them, giggling like lovesick first years. Watching them from beneath thick lashes, he'd pretended he hadn't noticed right up until the note passed into Potter's fingers. That was when he swooped down magnificently and plucked the folded parchment right from under Potter's nose. The boy
Good Morning"Good Morning"Good Morning1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I read those two words aloud
Imagining your voice
Your lips whispering
Them gently into my ear
And then I'd smile
And say "Good Morning" too
As I'd let myself remember
Just how much i loved you
But now I look down
And all I see are two measly words
Sent from your fingers
Instead of your lips.
And while I tell myself
Those two words are enough
That your love and mine
Can traverse a hundred miles
A thousand miles
And still appear just as strong
Just as pure
And I worry, I fear
That my love may not
Be enough to keep you happy
And that one day
Just the memory of you
Won't be enough
To keep my tears away.
And every time I think that
Every time I let my worries attack
I feel my heart begin to break
Because in my heart
You're becoming someone
I can't live without
Even though I already am
And while it might be
The best way to save my heart
I don't want to say "Goodbye"
So I'll just say "Good Morning"
And wait for your reply.
Monsters and MadnessI release the madness blindly.Monsters and Madness1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not thinking, not really.
My madness is in monsters that are inside me, they like to play.
"Let us out, you know you want to." They say.
And when they do, they take control and stay.
They are all the words and all of the things I do angrily.
And once everything is said and done, they come back happily.
They eagerly wait for the next time to come out and play.
My monsters I can't stop or control at times, and they don't go away.
Bloody handsThere's bloodBloody hands6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
On my hands
Because of everything
I have done
Friends I betrayed
Enemies I fought
Strangers I ignored
I must pay
For my deeds
The blood on my hands
Is my own
Child's PlayChild's Play2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The plot thickens as the blade sinks
deeper than thought possible.
I was never out of the woods,
I merely saw the sun for a glimpse.
More news to increase
the severity of once old wounds.
Treachery at its finest,
in the form of deceit and child's play.
The hand I had in it
all was slapped on the wrist.
The other hands have returned
to their talents in political theater.
The plot thickens, and apathy finds me the comfort
I once loathed in my thoughts.
Thirst of revengeAre you serious? All of youThirst of revenge1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Laughing out loud
What's wrong with this hysterical crowd?
Looks like I was left out, threw
My heart's petals have faded
No souls by my side
Deeper and deeper into agony
Loneliness has become heavy
This blade I hold
Will shed my blood instead
Do I target the proper enemy?
Why should I use it against ME?
Are you serious? All of YOU
Laughing at ME? Miserable amused faces
You should reconsider it anew
Before I tear you to pieces
You'll know the meaning of pain
It'll become your best mate
My tears wouldn't have been vain
I'll destroy all of you without any regret
"Hey, guess who it is.
Do you hear it?
Nop, seems like you fainted.
while you still breath,
The silent sound of my steel...
Drilling the shell
You used to call
InkveinsWhen ink started flowing through my veinsInkveins2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I became truly happy.
When ink started flowing through my veins
I couldn't be sad.
Because death is peace.
Peace is happiness.
And ink instead of blood will kill you.
Your Only Hope_Shadows Of WordsYour Only HopeYour Only Hope_Shadows Of Words2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Shadows Of Words
Hung Onto Your Cables
Like Your Hope,
"Defeat Is Coming"
...And The Reaper Is Your Only Hope...
Shadows Of Words
...And The Reaper Is Your Only Hope...
"Defeat Is Coming"
Like Your Hope,
Hung Onto Your Cables
Shadows Of Words
Hopeless DreamerHopeless dreamer stays awakeHopeless Dreamer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a city that begs to sleep
Where does everybody go when you need them most?
They just disappear like the mist on the coast
Hopeless dreamer waiting
For a midnight train to come
She knows that train will never pick her up,
Destined to live a life full of abandoned thoughts
Hopeless dreamer tiring
Of living without a dream
She knows they all try their best,
But they all leave her side onces midnight strikes
Hopeless dreamer takes a step
Just outside the door
Have the stars always been this bright?
Were her eyes just too tired to see them?
Hopeless dreamer finds
She isn't so hopeless anymore
They're running away tonight for good,
Just the two of them to get away
Hopeless dreamer has found
Her own hopeful voice
It's not her own voice,
But the voice that pushed her through and picked her up
Hopeless dreamer finds
Maybe a little bit of hope
His eyes are bright and wild sometimes,
And he just wants to run away like sh
Don't rush.Don't rush your life, what exactly are you trying to prove, and to who? Live at your own pace, appreciate the moment, and stop measuring your life by the years you have been around, put more life–– in your years, more sincerity in your actions, and more love in yourself. It is not a race, it is not a competition, the journey is the destination, this moment is what matters. Stop reminiscing on the past, stop worrying about your future, and be aware of yourself, your surroundings, your mind and your life, right now, because this… is it. The only reason you will have regrets, and say that life passed you by, is if you stand still, while everything blurs around you, be the centre of your universe, you are the leading man/ woman of your life, do not act like an extra, take charge, grab onto what you want, learn from your mistakes, let others learn from yours.Don't rush.2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Do not fear age, we start to grow from inception, this is the most beautiful part of life. Many times we think to
CheckmateAn entire legion of horses and knightsCheckmate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hooves and boots sinking away in the mud
As they stride over the fields like a flood
Walking for endless days and endless nights
Spotting the black banners over the enemies’ sites
As light reflects off their own shields’ bright white coloured stud
The knights brandish their sharp steel swords eager for some blood
And the archers draw their bows, now strained of all the fights
The king dressed in the night black clothes
Now stares blankly at the white king, whose
Army at last starts to draw close
The white king puts down his pint of booze
He smiles and says while rubbing his nose
''It's checkmate old friend and you lose''
A Maiden So Fair (poem)A Maiden So Fair (poem)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in a land far away lived a maiden so fair
with angelic brown eyes and black raven hair
she had cherry red lips and a voice like a dove
some truly felt that she was sent from above
many valiant young men dreamed that they'd be the one
they'd joust or they'd fence 'til the battle was won
yet none of these lads could compare to raj Ravi
she was none other than rani Shan-Devi
'twas for him her heart pined and was carried away
if only he'd ask her she'd marry today
she was so much in love with young raj, Ravi
such was the plight of the maiden Shan-devi
then one fine Spring morning came a knock at her door
her dream had come true, he'd ignore her no more
'twas her unyielding love that had captured his heart
he promised a love that would never depart
now you know the story of the great raj, Ravi
how he'd fallen in love with the rani, Shan-devi