I'm Sorry's Not EnoughLet me walk along the ridgeI'm Sorry's Not Enough10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the mountain of desire
Let me break free from this trap
Let me nurture the golden flower
Of the love that I require
Let me take you by the hand
And show you that I care.
I will search for the flame
That is flickering in the dark
Catch the silent whisper
In the wind
If it will help me find the answer
To heal your saddened heart
I will kill a newborn child
And tell the Lord I've sinned
Consort with lesser beings
Scare the devil make him care,
Paint the black and shadow
With my blood
Cast away the covers
Bring it out into the air
Twist the pretty lies
and make them good.
Make believe in fairies
Keep the sparkle 'til it fades
In the rain
Magic grants three wishes
First, the silver, flashing blades
Second, cut the skin
Third, take away your pain
See the golden angels
As they enter paradise
Watch them spread their wings
and fly away
A twirling pure white feather
A coward I'll entice
To kill another man
And have nothing left to s
Concern - RydonNerves constantly attacked young Ryan Ross stomach. As they were playing in less than half an hour, there was a big rush backstage to be ready for the show. Ryan waited anxiously for the bathroom to be vacated, shifting from one foot to the other and trying to settle his churning stomach. When the door finally opened, Ryan dashed straight in, leaving a bewildered Jon Walker in his wake, looking confused as the door closed in his face. The nausea quickly overcame the lead guitarist and he was sick.Concern - Rydon6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Brendon Urie stood outside the bathroom door, after seeing his best friend dart inside.
Ryan, are you okay? Brendon asked, knocking on the door.
Whats up? Spencer Smith asked, sending Brendon a questioning glance.
I think hes throwing up, Brendon said, a worried look plastered on his face. A toilet flushed and a tap ran from inside the bathroom.
Again? Spencer asked, and before Brendon could answer, the bathroom door opened and
Together ForeverTogether Forever9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was always there, be it taunting or calling him names. Even through his heated words Harry's heart burned for Malfoy. He always felt Draco Malfoy's eyes on him. At first Harry, too, seethed with anger. The boy always following him, making him mess up, and whatnot. But soon, Harry reveled in it. Harry never realized the pleasure in teasing Malfoy back. To see the blonde's face turn dark and his lips curl in disgust. When he growled, Harry loved it even more. They hated each other. With a passion.
It started with a simple passing in the hallway after class one day. Harry could see Malfoy's bright hair bobbing up and down from the other direction within the suffocating crowd of students. Harry frantically looked around searching for his two closest friends. But they were nowhere near. He sighed in worry. They were probably
AzaleasAzaleas12 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The Metro can be heard.
Its dark blue silhouette
passing through the station
like a film reel,
with the sunlight filtering in to reveal
the drama within each frame.
The announcements weave
their ways through the pigeons
and land gently at the bottom,
like the autumnal auburn drift
from a Darjeeling dive.
And I trade in,
a glance of grooming reflection with the window,
for a ray of paradise
shooting in from between two skyscrapers,
whitewashing the interior,
as the cabin curls
around the outer lane.
The monsieur with the pipe
shades his visage
with this morning's crispy newspaper
and the young woman beside him
a bit of cologne from her neck
while shying away from the light.
I combed my hair across my left ear
and closed my eyes,
all the way to the boulevard.
I arrived at the café too early,
and my watch
received the couple of unsolving perusals it deserved,
by the sporadic lapping waves
of the pedestrian's potential energy.
I took refuge
in the garden
Across A Crowded RoomAcross A Crowded Room12 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Across A Crowded Room
I watched him. Every Saturday night, he came in. Every Saturday night, I came in. And every Saturday night, we left separately. He to his house or apartment, and I to mine. Yet, I continued to come to Gay Parry with the hopes of meeting him. He came in at 9pm on the dot. He'd dance on the dance floor alone, and whenever any man advanced, he'd simply maneuver away. It only made him more desirable to everyone, especially me. He came in the same time and would always be dressed to kill. His garb read Abercrombie and Fitch, his blond hair flowing whenever he swirled and bumped in time with the rhythm and my heart. His muscular arms rippled within the tight fitting shirt, and slight bulge beckoned from his fancy white khakis. He never glanced my way, though my eyes never left him. I wouldn't even dance. My body remained planted safely on a stool near the bar. I'd inhale whiskey by the double shot, succumb to my lustful thoughts, adding myself into that s
O'Hare Love Letters- PeterickO'Hare Love Letters- PeterickO'Hare Love Letters- Peterick6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I'm writing from O'Hare airport, home of the cancelled flight. I'm WRITING because email, Twitter, and all the other things you've sold your soul to are overrated. There's nothing like a handwritten love letter, seeing as mail these days usually consists of bills and offers from the phone company.
There's only one thing I really want to say in this letter, which is "I love you," but I'll probably end up describing something ridiculous in painstaking detail because I HATE AIRPORTS. Deal.
I'm on the way to visit my grandparents in Philadelphia with the little time I get off from the band. I used to love going out there when I was younger, but now it feels like you couldn't pay me enough. I remember my grandpa picking me and my parents up at the airport, always happy to see us. He'd drive us out to their house, and when we got there my grandma would be standing in the
HeartbeatsIt's kind of the saddest thing William's ever received in his inbox.Heartbeats6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Not really. More like beautiful.
Gabe's holed up in the studio, broadcasting it to the whole world and William watches when he can, but that's not often. That's the sad part. He can see Gabe, but Gabe can't see him. Or hear him. It aches. When it's too early to be the middle of the night, but too late to be the early morning, William opens a message from Gabe.
It isn't as simple as some of the messages Gabe sends, quickly between recording takes or falling asleep. There isn't much space between punctuation and the voice William reads it in is tired and hungry. In need of something that's too far off to touch. Mirage-like. He knows the feeling, can read the riddles in the message well.
bilvy, the world feels smaller.and when it gets like that, idon't know how to feel.maybe it won't hold a heart as big as yours. what then? what then. idon'tknow. this record is going completely out the window and new days are kicking
Coping With OCD I suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder. It is my belief that obsessive-compulsive disorder is misunderstood by the masses. People have a tendency to use it to describe their organizational habits or their fandom obsessions, but it is a genuine affliction, and while it is based on trivial thoughts, the effects of it are far from trivial - they are destructive and powerful. I was officially diagnosed with OCD a few months ago, but I have suspected it nearly my entire life.Coping With OCD7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
OCD is an anxiety disorder. It is based on obsessive thoughts that cause great anxiety, and in order to relieve those thoughts the sufferer performs compulsions, or in other words: rituals. Each sufferer goes through different rituals, but we all have one thing in common: anxiety. Each individual has their own preferences and their own ideas of how things should be in order to relieve anxiety. Most of us realize that these thoughts and anxieties ar
-famous last words-He stayed in the shadows, the eyeliner in lines down his face. Everthing they'd had. Ruined like that. The arrival of the baby, the marriage. She'd taken it all away from him. The blotchy, tear stained face stayed hidden under the dark hood, hiding himself away. He'd thought he loved him. Thought he meant those shallow, empty words. Never before had he hated three little words in his life. Ever.-famous last words-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He could recall the past few hours perfectly, walking in on them, her under him, naked. He'd said he was going to leave her and the kid. Said he loved him, and that the world revolved around him, and him alone. That he used her, so what the fuck was he doing fucking the arse off her? He was lost in his thoughts, sliding along the wall, wiping his nose on the coal grey sleeve, wrapping his arms round himself. It wasn't his hoodie, it belonged to that liar. The one who'd betrayed him like that. He could still smell him, as it swamped his tiny frame. Burying his head into it, shuttin