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
Untitled Poems*Untitled*Untitled Poems8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Erase this pain
Erase his face
Erase this love my heart intakes.
Please I scream I can't let go.
His face after 2 years is all I know.
I want to let go yet my heart yearns.
A certain song can make me cry,
A time on the clock can make me cry.
These little things remind me of you,
And what we often used to do.
I know you'll never care,
but without you its not fair.
I love you and care about you everyday.
But still there's not point of loveing you anyway.
I'm telling you this and I'm telling you now,
I'm trying not to love you but I don't know how.
So many tears that i have cried
-- they got me nowhere fast
so many cuts upon my wrist
-- you didn't get a scratch
these self-inflicted horrors
they make what once had been a dream
into a nightmare starring me
you'll never care i hurt myself
(i can't redeal the cards i'm dealt)
and as i'm trying to move on
this pain makes me fall farther down
this razor does not help a bit
All The Pretty People...-Rydon...Die in Horror MoviesAll The Pretty People...-Rydon6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My feet dug into the cold dirt as I ran thought the dark woods, dodging the tall unforgiving trees and making sure not one would be able to find me. I finally reached a tree that was the size of a small obese person and as tall as two large giraffes. I leaned against it, letting myself pant as my eyes shifted side to side looking for my common enemy. When I confirmed he wasn't here, my eyes slipped closed. A sigh escaped from my lips and I let the dark overtake me, hoping it would shield me tonight.
Then I heard him coming at me at top speed. Before I had the chance to move or even move my eyes for that matter he had tackled me to the ground, pinning my arms down and sitting on my waist. I opened my eyes to see his stupid smile. I frowned as he said, "Found Ya. That make the score forty eight to zero! Right?"
I rolled my eyes as he continued," You really suck at this hiding thing Ryan."
Brendon let me get up and as I brushed d
My Heart Burns, TooTell me about your experiences with your brother.My Heart Burns, Too8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It started out when I tried to tell him about being bisexual. He turned around, stared at me, and grinned. "Don't tell me my little bro's into the men!" As you can probably tell, I didn't tell him. The whole band found out about it though, when they walked in on Bert and I in The Used's tour bus. Bob kind of rolled his eyes when he saw me with my ass being groped by another male; Frank clapped, but of course, that's Frank. Ray had probably the most rational reaction out of all of them; he just nodded his head and told me he was cool with it. Gerard's reaction scared me. His beautiful brown eyes stared at me hurtfully, and he turned and bolted out of the bus. I didn't see him again until Frank and Ray carried him onto the bus, half-passed out from all the alcohol he had consumed.
My heart began to burn that night. Each night afterwards that I saw him drinking, or popping those damn little pills he loved, another piece of my heart
Collection of PoemsTell meCollection of Poems11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me that they lie.
The voices in my head,
that are saying
It's my fault.
Don't tell me
That it was fate.
The truth will always be
If I hadn't have done that
Then this wouldn't have
So tell me they lie.
That it really isn't
You are never alone.
Everything you've been through,
All you have seen,
You're not the first.
So when you feel
like everything is too much
Remember this and know
You're not alone.
I will always be here
for there is no where
I'd rather be
Then right here
Helping you through
all that pains you.
You're not alone,
and if you give me
I'll never be alone either.
I don't care.
I've been hurt so many times.
I just can't care.
Everyone is gone,
and I am force to go on.
I hate everything.
Nothing is worth keeping,
everything is shadowed by sin.
I am not one to judge,
but I keep going on.
I am lost.
Long ago all I found was confusion,
my reasoning too cruel to list
My poemsMy poems10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sorry I'm not "PERFECT"
Sorry I'm not smart enough for you,
Sorry I'm weaker than you,
Sorry I'm not as wonderful as you are all the time,
Sorry I'm not "a little angel" all the time,
Sorry I'm such a "disappointment",
Sorry I'm not completely obedient to your every whim,
Sorry I don't worship the ground you walk on,
Sorry I'm not the daughter you wanted,
In short SORRY I'M NOT "PERFECT" LIKE YOU!
I just don't know
I just don't know what I should believe.
One minute you say you don't want me here, the next you want
Crop Circles In The CarpetSpencer sits on the bed. He's still wet from the shower he just took and he has no shirt on. He can feel the bed shift behind him and he freezes. He's surprised when he a soft pair of lips kiss his shoulder and two gentle arms pull him closer. He shivers, but automatically relaxes when he's sure he knows who it is.Crop Circles In The Carpet6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What are you doing, Jon?" Spencer whispers, closing his eyes.
"Falling in love." Jon whispers back, equally as silent.
Jon can't help it if he maybe has fallen for Mr. Spencer Smith. Jon can't even comprehend his feelings that he supposedly had for Cassie. Though, Cassie could never give Jon what Spencer can.
"Why?" Ryan's voice is firm.
It's Saturday morning and it's pouring outside. Each rain drop reminds Jon of Spencer's gorgeous freckles. Even if you can't count them all, they're still there.
"To be honest, I don't know how and why it happened, " Jon pauses to look at Ryan. "It just happened."
Spencer Smith doesn't understand how beautiful he actually is. But, Jon k
Boys Will Be BoysSpencer was sitting in the front end of the tour bus, ear buds stuck in his ears, volume at its strategic level to drown out all the foreign sounds of the bus. The running engine, the bunk curtains swishing slightly, and of course, the sounds of the ever loving couple doing their business in the back. It was nothing serious at this point, just a lot of giggling. But Spencer knew, having spent most of his life with those two, that it wouldn't take Ryan and Brendon long to start up something noisy. So he just kept himself busy with his music and air drumming.Boys Will Be Boys7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was about an hour later when Jon came out of his bunk and sat on the couch opposite Spencer. He was looking particulary traumatized this time, still not used to the antics of their bandmates. Spencer took an ear bud out to see how bad it was, but heard nothing. Jon noticed his confused look and found some voice to say something.
"They're done, don't worry."
Spencer turned off the music and set down the headphones and drumsticks,
Hypocrite :Frerard:Valentines DayHypocrite :Frerard:6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Probably the sickest, most vile holiday ever thought of. Ever. I mean, not everyone has someone. Someone they could kiss and hug. Someone they could give horrible tasting chocolates and cheesy valentines cards to Someone they could exchange I love yous with.
Yeah, they always leave out the bisexual guy that wears eyeliner and eye shadow. The guy who wears jeans that cling to his legs and shirts that have band names on them that no one has even heard of. The sixteen year old boy who wears one glove on his right hand and has HALLOWEEN tattooed across his knuckles. Well, that unlucky guy just so happens to be me.
Yeah, me. Probably the only person on the entire face of the planet thats alone on this unpleasant day. And I mean literally, alone. Not even my own mother is here. Shes off on some date with a guy I dont even know. How bad is that?
A mother cant spend a holiday with her only son? I don
Curiosity's Bitch ::Frerard::The amazing thing about this was that it came in a moment of utter spontaneity. It didnt occur in a burst of passion or a blaze of romance. It wasnt out of unspoken and unrequited love, and it wasnt achieved surreptitiously- actually, it was very, very blunt. They were lying on their stomachs, not moving to the point where they could feel the dull pound of their hearts in their bellies. The movie they were mindlessly glued to delved into the random (but expected) eight-and-a-half minute boy-on-girl saliva swap. There was about ten to fifteen seconds where neither of them said anything, and after that time passed, the moment hit quickly and bluntly like a sudden slap to the face. Gerard simply tore away from their movie, looked Frank directly in the eyes and said,Curiosity's Bitch ::Frerard::8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ive never kissed a boy before.
Frank slowly moved his eyes from the movie to his friend, who returned a sort of half-bored expression, as if hed just asked about the
Four poemsWordsFour poems10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are all I hear.
Lies upon lies
are what they are.
cut me deeply.
that never seems to fade.
let guilt destroy me.
is my fault.
All these words
do so much damage,
but no one knows...
and no one cares.
I feel so little sympathy,
for the poor cursed strangers I meet.
I care little for the world and it's views,
defying them all for no reason then I can.
I have no passion, I have no drive...
I simply live the life handed to me.
Because I'm cold.
People avoid looking me in the eye,
my frosty gaze unsettles them.
My emotions seem to be non-exsitant,
because they are so numb.
I am so distant from people,
only watching as they die.
Because I'm cold.
There's more to me then that.
A deep longing hidden deep within,
that no one seems to see.
A part of me that screams out,
begging for someone's warm embrace...
because I'm cold.
Take my hand, please?
because I need you so much
that it terrifies me
Some poems---Some poems10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
None of my words...
Nothing i can say...
Will change the way...
The world is Turning...
Never allowed to love...
soul of hate...
soul of darkness...
ocean of blod...
Never to know...
Never to see...
Never to feel anything...
I can feel your heart beating, but soon I can't feel it anymore...
I'm with you to the end, I did know that you were leaving me...
but I will never forget, the things and memories you gave to me.
now I standing here and cries...
but I don't feel lonelynes... I'm not trying to cry..
I still does remember what you said to me, the day you died..
now you must be strong, I cant help you any more...
don't be afraid of the dark and the lonelynes...
stands beside your grave and can't feel your soule..
you are trying to tell me something, but you dont need to use words
I already know why you died...
you're trying to tell me i don't need to worry about you...
I knows that you're right.. but your words are hard to belive..
I stands there in all eternity, even if it pa
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
Together ForeverTogether Forever10 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
HeartbeatsIt's kind of the saddest thing William's ever received in his inbox.Heartbeats7 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
Make It TrueI'm not the best at goodbye's.Make It True10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sitting here trying not to cry.
This is just a simple way to say.
I wish you weren't going away.
I can't admit how I feel.
I'm too afraid this isn't real.
There are so many things I want to tell you.
But the second I say it out loud will make it true.
I can't tell you how I feel when you kiss me.
How it ties me down but sets me free.
I can't tell you about the fluttering inside.
Or how I think about you a lot of the time.
How I wish you could understand.
But I guess I've done all that I can.
I just wish you could open your eyes.
Or how I wish I could put down my pride.
So I'll keep it all to myself.
An un-read book upon the shelf.
Because the second I say it out loud will make it true.
I can't tell you how much I love you.
-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