"I remember Adam gave me this crappy piece of binder paper with a list of all these songs for me to learn and some had checks by them, some had stars, some were underlined but I already new how to play them so I threw that damn crappy crap-ass piece of dumb binder paper in the damn garbage."
"Even when I go see one of my favorite bands I start to get bored/tired/over it after an hour and a half. If they said, "Guess what! We'll be playing for 2 hours tonight!!", you'd see a Jade-shaped hole in the front door."
"I saw Billy Idol about 6 years ago getting out of limo and I yelled "Billy Idol!!" at him, in case maybe he forgot. He gave me a thumbs up."
"Yes, I'm a vegetarian, but not because I love animals, I'm a vegetarian because I hate plants."
"I love your duck with all it's ducky goodness."
"And I will be your Guiding Light if you'll be my General Hospital."
The secret to AFI's awesomeness according to the Jade:"It's all in the wrist."
Jadeh yeah, and using different guitars for di
quotes of AFIJades:quotes of AFI7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"Blaqk Audio yay! does not equal AFI boo! Can't us boys have a little fun on the side?"
"If there is one thing I have learned from being a member of AFI... it is that I am buff."
"So Davey won World's Sexiest Vegetarian again. Whatever. I won World's Buffest Kickboxer, AGAIN. Jeez, that's gotta be like 10 times in a row now I've won that?"
AFireInside, to me, means these three other guys who drink all the soy milk backstage before I get a drop of it-Jade Puget
Hackey bag foot sack always confused me, I could never figure out what the score was or who was winning so I'd always get mad and end up kicking it into the lake." Jade
I'm so rock hard. You should call me Block Rockchest. Or Chip RockBlock. Or something." Jade
Mainly I've been dividing my time between working on my biceps by benchpressing Ferraris filled with supermodels and teaching the homeless to read.
Our new AP covers are out this weekend, and, in the spirit of shameless self-prom
Ninja FactsNinjas have existed for centuries, assassinating political figures and being generally mysterious since feudal Japan. However, how many people know anything beyond these two basic facts? What are ninjas really like behind those black face masks?Ninja Facts7 years ago in Humor More Like This
After hours of intense interviews and observation, I have created this list of 20 ninja facts in order to shed light on these little understood people. Hopefully, someone will find this information useful.
1. A typical ninja wakes up before the sunrise. This is due to the fact that ninjas are actually responsible for causing the sun to rise. The sun actually refuses to move from it's downright position unless all the world's ninjas do kick-ass morning stretches in unison. This is because the sun is not only picky, but has bitchin' taste in entertainment. There are few things cooler than watching a clan of ninja doing aerial stunts in the morning.
2. A ninja's favorite breakfast cereal is the Cheerio. Cheerios, in the right hands, can be
bleeding or not?you know my heart is broken,bleeding or not?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
then didnt you expect it to bleed?
yes it bleeds with every word you say
it bleeds out my soul,that why you cant see anything
or maybe my faked smile was the reason you dont relize
no,..it just simply you don't care...
Decemberunderground Is Dead.Something sinister was rising in the air; I could feel it, cold and unforgiving, sinking into the ice and snow that had smothered me for so long.Decemberunderground Is Dead.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mina," I called out, rising from the watery pool that had been my grave, my resting place for so long. Why was I awake? Why was I alive?
There was no reply. Even the ravens and sparrows had fallen silent, no longer singing their songs of sorrow. Feathers and dead leaves swirled around my feet, crackling as they danced before me, lovely in their lifelessness.
I wrung the water from my hair and surveyed my surroundings, perplexed.
All the ice and snow from before had melted away, revealing beds of thorns and skeletal trees, their grotesque fingers reaching out for me. "Miseria cantare," they whispered, beckoning for me to explore the haunting land that had once been my home.
A soft humming filled the air, like the singing of insects, sighing in unison. I could feel a strange energy around me, buzzing and surging, pulsin
The Boys on TreesLove is blind as a beggar's handThe Boys on Trees3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reaching out for anything gold.
My blissful swooning soul swept up
middle of the night, shivering cold.
I remember each heartbeat of the day
when cuddled pressing bodies tight,
we loosed our tongues and let them play
to taste your lips, your skin, your life.
When we were boys, I ate a seed
which you tended as shoots of a sapling grew.
Its piercing roots, they drain; I bleed
your name carved in bark, bone, sinew.
I would feed my own heart to hungry dogs
could I escape this fate, sneak on by.
Though the warm embrace we shared is gone
I can't forget you; believe me, I've tried.
When Davey Meets Jade Chapter2Davey woke up at 6 o clock. He quickly got ready and headed downstairs. Davey promised Jade he would walk him to school early so he could make sure his locker worked and what not. Davey was excited; he has a strange attraction to Jade. He felt like they were long lost friends. Davey also thought he was beautiful, like a god, or an angel.When Davey Meets Jade Chapter26 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Davey, you didnt forget me!Jade smiled and walked down his driveway.
Of course I didnt forget you. I dont forget anyone, friends or enemies. Davey smiled and lead the way to the school. Jade stayed beside him, constantly glancing back, but not to see how far they had gotten.
So Im your friend? Jade said, kind of shocked.
Yeah you are, is that okay? Davey asked, kind of nervous that he jumped ahead of himself and said they were friends.
Yes, I am just shocked; I usually scare people away by now. Jade said, he felt like he wanted to tell Davey he was gay, but he didn
Subject 00172856The air that night was like a pretty girl buying you a drink:Subject 001728565 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Pervasive, persuasivethe trouble with words is,
they all sound the same.
I can never keep them straight.
An army of ants marching over my skin:
a way in, a way in.
Dont remember leaving, but then I was gone;
a wanderer, cursing the wet red jaw
flapping aimlessly, endlessly,
deaf to everything
but its own loose mewls.
And so I broke: I let it in.
And let me tell you,
is a word I remember.
Filling me up till I could glow,
I sucked it dry.
As an encore performance, the hand of god
shot down from the sky
and pierced my heart
(which promptly stopped short
to reflect, and regret, its every beating).
There are some things not even your great grey god can know, though;
things like stopping my heart, turning my chest soft and shiny and snarled
is not enough
to stop me.
Kill me once, and send a second bolt of lightning
to finish the job, hands clean,
I'm stupidyou hurt me and I smile.I'm stupid6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you hurt me and I run to your arms.
You go have fun and let me scream with no sound
let me shiver without a move..
let my soul decay as you admire my body.
leave me tearful,worried,and dead
and when you come back let me give that smile you like
just to make you happy....
I'm stupid I know,
I'm stupid that I have feelings
I'm stupid that I have a mouth.
I'm stupid that I belived that you won't leave me and you will always love me
I'm stupid that I'm still alive
come back."I love you"come back.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then why did you disappear?
"I want to make you happy"
then why did you let me cry?
Then why did you delete me from your life?
If you love me you will come back.
If you want to make me happy you will make me smile again.
If you care you will stay by my side forever...
because I need you.
because I want to make you happy..
I'll wait until my soul dies from sadness
then it will be too late for you to come back..
From the Square at City HallO gloomy hazy heirs of Oakland, if it weren't for your less-thanFrom the Square at City Hall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
desirable height I might love you
I spilled my Boston absurd imaginations into your night and got
nothing back but muffled vibrations
Your phallic statues aren't quite a turn-on to the starry-eyed mill-
ions who walk your streets each day
Excess scores of madmen seep out of your unwashed pores
Was it your love that kept me gazing at cloudy skies?
Was it your hand that built the offices of unkempt loneliness?
The vacant-eyed gargoyles won't stop staring at my book of angels
where I keep my holy...
Your dumb ears refuse to listen to that which is greater than my
Grand Ave took me to the top of the 80 and I cried and shouted
obscenities of pure joy
"Beautiful! Oh beauti
Awake For The SunriseI despise every solemn sunrise spent without you,Awake For The Sunrise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pink flesh of sunburned skies peeling away
and resting in my bloodshot eyes that say
I will cry before it rains and the sun
will always be more bright than our future.
But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try,
because the moon loves the stars enough
to be with them at least once a day.
The way rain clouds ploughed their way
into yesterday and tomorrow reminds me
of the time I asked why you were crying
and you told me "Today won't last forever."
So my heart broke
like it had no other options;
a water-filled jar being frozen
and there just wasn't enough space
left in my chest for air.
BraveryOn Saturday the twenty-first of January, Elliot took a gun, pressed it to the strip of bone between his eyes, and shot himself. The bullet shattered the frontal bone of his skull, warping his features past recognition, and burrowed through his pre-frontal cortex into the midbrain. He died before the sound stopped echoing through his empty apartment.Bravery4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This story isn't about that.
I worked with Elliot for only a little while—less than six months. Most of what I knew about him came from his desk. Unlike the smaller ones the secretaries and other reporters had, it was a stately, imposing thing. It would've been terrifying, especially to a mousy little girl like me, but it was covered in paperweights and spare pens and pictures of people hunting ducks. Anyway, Elliot himself denied fear: he was middle-aged, poised on the cusp between forty and fifty. His hair had already turned grey, but he didn't dye it, like he hadn't noticed he was getting older or just didn't care. He smiled more t
Bear And Bury It AwayBear And Bury It AwayBear And Bury It Away2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I caught lineaments with the bend of my neck,
all sun-bruised and darkly tressed;
the smell of tobacco was strong in her hair.
Again she used my name,
let it fall through crooked simper.
Not once will I have her recumbent and moribund;
the rustling tapered off, bulldust
and bed frame laid fitfully about her floor.
You never really leave my mind, she intimated.
friction.it takes more than justfriction.3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
fucking someone on a cold
night to keep you warm.
SleepPerhaps it's the pressing consciousnessSleep3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that across the world
people are at work and school
and walking sad with worry
Did people sleep
before they had to think of that?
Or perhaps it's the dreams
the ones you hate or hate to wake from
that don't offer their portents
as long as you are staring at the screen
or the printed page
or the windshield.
Or maybe there's a part that thinks
if you can just push the night clock round
Dare yourself not to close your eyes
like the everyday sun-wakers
To walk yourself through morning and beyond
the world will have to change somehow.
And the next time you give in
you will wake to something different
a place that's slightly new
and rings with intensity
Perhaps just a little better
than the night's rejected dreams.
no atheists."well, like, i'm just saying: you can't disprove science."no atheists.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
several kids turned around in their desks. their bibles were pinned open, between either a palm or an elbow, the thin pages of their current verse looking up towards the ceiling.
father reinholst paused then said, "...i don't think there's any place in biology for science, jane."
every pair of eyes were boring hot little holes into jane's body. if they stared any harder she might turn into swiss cheese. "i'm not saying you're wrong, i'm just saying that maybe instead of the bible we could look at maybe...a textbook. charles darwin said-"
he held up his hand to stop her. "jane, stop. you're a smart girl. you're a good student; but this just isn't the place for science. this is an ap class. you're supposed to take your education seriously."
"science is comforting to some, but you can't prove anything with it. look under a microscope and you can see the work of God; His will is what moves water into and
Romance is DeadEvery time I look at youRomance is Dead6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every time I see your smile
My heart withers to dust
Every time I meet your gaze
My soul silently implodes
You are my destruction
My weakness and my holy grail
You are the reason I breathe
Forcing each tired breath
Through my weary burnt-out lungs
You are the heart that pumps my blood
The knife that shreds my veins
You are the cancer in my cells
The essence of my remains
The only beauty left in this ashen world
You are my life
And you dont even care that I breathe
You are the hook that snagged my heart
The reef my ship wrecked upon
You captured me and forgot what freedom meant
You neglected to let me go
And now I drift in a silent world
Black as the grave and colder still
Devoid of your touch I shrivel up
Bereft of your voice all music rings harsh
In my poor, grieving ears
And without your touch my skin hardens
chills to marble-white indifference
The blood barely inches through my veins
And the night babbles with an unnamed fear
Just like An AngelDavey looked out the window. People walked down the street. They all looked so happy, so content. Davey wasnt happy, he wasnt content. He wouldnt be, until he was in his lovers arms again.Just like An Angel6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hello? Davey answered the phone and waited for a reply.
Davey? Its Jade, Im coming home. Be there in a few hours. Jade sounded as if he were crying.
I will pick you up! Where? Davey got worried. Jade wasnt suppose to return for a week, he just left yesterday.
No, I will be home soon, Love you, bye! The phone went blank. Davey stood there and hung up the phone. Davey was excited, but worried, he had never heard Jade that upset. Jades voice had been full of upset and rejection, it wasnt as live and vibrant as Davey always remembered, Jade was always a happy person.
The few hours went by a quite a slow pace. Davey paced around, making sure everything was clean. He tried to sit down and write more of the song he had
Rewritten: KH HOD: Chapter 1Kingdom HeartsRewritten: KH HOD: Chapter 18 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hearts of Destiny Chapter 1: Destiny Island
I have always wished...
for the dream to become reality
and for the reality to turn into a dream -----
Dawn colored clouds floated over a small tropical island in the middle of a wide ocean in the early morning. In the midst of fleeing darkness and morning light, a sparkling starshower fell into the ocean, this beautiful event was witnessed by three teenaged friends, Sora, Riku and Kairi...
Just then another girl came runing towards the friends, waving fanaticaly and smiling happily, her hair was as golden as the suns rays and her bangs were even spikier than Sora's, her eyes were beautifully sky blue and vibrant, the t-shirt she was wearing was red with black sleaves, her shorts were also red and black and had black crown prints on the sides, over the red t-shirt she wore a mini jacket that was as black as midnight. Around her neck the girl had a necklace with sakura pink drop shaped pendant on it
As the girl came cl
I'm Okay... Trust Menot true in the leastI'm Okay... Trust Me7 years ago in General More Like This
It's a hellhole at Emerson County High School. Let me be the first to tell you. I'm Frank Iero and this is my story on how I found true love amongst this place they call hell.
It was lunch time on a, well, kinda sunny, but mostly cloudy Thursday afternoon. The kids were pouring out and getting food. I got my lunch out of my bag and went to my spot at the bottom of this huge hill. I was alone; a social outcast but that was okay. I nibbled my cookie and heard a yell. A body flew through the air and landed in front of me. I saw his black jacket stained with blood. "Hey goth kid!" It was Trenton the most popular guy in school and the captain of the basketball team. The boy turned to face him. Trenton walked up to him and kicked him REALLY hard. "That was for ever thinking you could talk to my girl." Then he walked off. "Are you okay dude?" I asked him. He turned and my heart did flips. He had beautiful hazel eyes and I could see all the pain and torture Trenton had pu
Newspaper PostI am writing this in hopes of it being published in the newspaper so that awareness can be raised about the New Jersey band My Chemical Romance. I have heard many rumors about the band being a death cult and that anyone who listens to them cut their wrists or wants to kill him or herself because MCR told me to.Newspaper Post7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
First of all, I would like to say that MCR is a band that was formed by lead singer Gerard Way after the two towers were blown up in New York City. Gerard watched the towers fall and say the bodies fall from the buildings and in that moment he wondered what he was doing with his life. He wanted to help others and by forming My Chemical Romance he has.
MCR are hardly a band that wants people to kill themselves and if people actually listened to the lyrics of their songs, they would realize that the lyrics are about love and depression and even suicide yes, but not that they want you to go kill yourself. The lyrics tell people to carry on and to fight. They
Pillow FightPillow FightPillow Fight8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gaara of the sand, the current Kazekage, watched a hyperactive blonde juunin jump around the small house he was staying in while he visited Konoha on official kage matters. The juunin exams have taken place a few days ago and Sand needed to open a new trading policy with the leaf village since they were now allies. Gaara refused to stay in a hotel, much to the residents of Konoha's surprise. They wouldn't offer Gaara a room if he wasn't Kazekage, so he didn't want anything to do with them. Besides, Naruto was willing enough to let Gaara stay at his small house. In fact, Naruto was happy Gaara could trust him enough to even want to stay. It's been two weeks now and everything was running smoothly.
"I still can't believe it. I'm a juunin!! Only one more step away from becoming the Hokage!" Naruto exclaimed, jumping on his futon and smothering his face in his pillow.