First Chimerical MachinationWhisper. Rush. Move. Go.
I have a small problem, you see. I sometimes have a bad memory, and remember things that never took place. Like for instance, thinking I had a backpack full of soda, when it was empty. Or a $20 bill I gave to somebody, but I never gave it. It was all just a dream.
or is it?
Why is it that my dreams are so vivid? Why do I remember details so minute, yet cant remember peoples names? Why is it that I remember things that never happened? And why do I remember things from dreams I dont even remember having?! Its all too confusing like why do I have these episodes? Why is it that my body tries to kill itself with a sudden blood clot? What am I trying to stop myself from doing?
and why cant I find any answers?
I dimly recall one dream, not too long ago. A long, yellow dragon was slithering atop of a long-forgotten supermarket, and would occasionally try to break into the car I was in. I was in silence fro
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I woke up with a yelp in my own room. I stared at the darkened corners of my room, the window with the streetlight passing dimly through, at my hands and feet to check and make sure I was still me. I tried to calm myself down. Just a dream, I kept repeating to myself, just a dream. After half an hour, I was able to let myself fall back asleep.
I woke up tired that day. I had to go help cut my grandfathers lawn. He lets it grow nice and thick, so I always have to hack through it in order to cut it back down to normal. I reached down past my bed for my watch, but it wasnt there. Sitting up, I realized that it was on my penguin doll sitting on the corner of my bed. It was your average looking penguin doll filled with small plastic bean-bag beads- orange beak, orange flippers, round white tummy, black eyes. One eye had been chipped slightly giving it the impression of anger. I picked up my old watch and sniffed it. Yeah, I know, its weird, but I sniffed it
Lovesong part 2 ::frerard::LovesongsLovesong part 2 ::frerard::7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gerard looked around, the cut in his lip burning. Where is he? Then he heard the sound of water and Frank groaning. Ouch
Gerard stepped through the door. Frank stood on his tiptoes in front of the sink and tried to reach the upper half of the shelf where the medicine and first-aid kit was.
Gerard bit his tongue to prevent himself from laughing at the guitarist.
He made the few steps to the shelf and reached up behind Frank, giving him the first-aid kit. He reluctantly took it, looking at the kit rather than at Gerard, who sighed and took the kit out of Franks hands again.
Let me help you he said quietly. He took a pad and drenched it in antiseptic, then he lightly took Franks face with one hand and turned it, so he could see the injuries better.
He tried not to look into Franks eyes as he carefully wiped the pad over the cut on his eyebrow. Frank hissed. It burns. he whispered and looked into Gera
MetaphorGive me your lips,Metaphor6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ones I once kissed and touched
as we lay under one blanket in the dark
of my room.
Let my fingertips roam across the pink
these lips you said were mine,
I will do with them what I wish.
Let me sew your lips shut,
tighten the thread 'till skin puckers and blood seeps
from every little hole,
needlepoints small as pores.
Don't let yourself make a sound as each stitch
brings you closer
to complete and
My love, don't try to tear your mouth at the seam,
to speak through thread,
to tell me sorry just to get me to stop.
My love, this is just a fancy way of saying,
Never speak to me
Lovesongs part 3 ::frerard::Lovesongs part 3 ::frerard::7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lovesongs Part 3
Gerard sat on the couch, with his guitar on his lap and a pen and the sheet with the almost finished song text in front of him He felt like frozen and he also looked like it, His inspiration was gone, just gone. Damn you, Frank! he inaudibly whispered. He felt paranoid now, like every moment somebody could come into the room and discover him writing the song.
He sighed and tugged away the almost-finished song text.
He hadnt talked alone to Frank since their little incident. It ate him up from inside; he wasnt used to not talking to him. He was so lost in his thoughts about Frank that he didnt notice the person he was thinking of stood right behind the couch until the guitarist cleared his throat.
Gerard turned around quickly with a yelp, his hand on his chest. Oh my god, Frankie, you almost gave me a heart attack!
Being paranoid had just proven itself to be justified.
Sorry Frank murmured and hesitated a