Little Padded CellAs I stare at the walls night after night,Little Padded Cell5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I see the ever increasing drawings,
wishing for a final goodnight.
Their faces twist and spin,
Asking me why i've brought them into this hell.
"Why?" I reply,
"To have some company in this little padded cell."
The FightShe was outside, they’d told him, and so he walked out past the shattered pictures, stepping over the broken glass and wood, through the unhinged door. There was nobody else awake in this area this time of night , or if there was they were keeping to their own business. Todd could make her form out and stood still, watching as she leaned rigidly against the porch rail, hands clenched around it and back facing him. After a moment she hissed something low under her breath and the side of her hand smashed against a post, doing more damage to herself than to the primed wood.The Fight8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Todd fought back a wince. They’d elected him of all people to go out and break the news. Nice. As if he didn’t get the tar beat out of him on a regular basis anyway. He figured he may as well get it over with and edged toward her. He’d shove his hands in his pockets for lack of anything better to do with them, only he was in battle gear. As in, that spandex stuff without pockets. Whic
ConfessionsIt was a perfectly chaotic day at the Brotherhood house, as it was every day.Confessions7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lance was busy standing on top of the beaten up and duct-taped couch, waving his uniforms helmet, yelling obscene words at the white and brown blur that kept zipping back and forth, cackling evilly all the while.
YOU LITTLE SILVER WEASEL! IF I EVER CATCH YOU PUTTING FRUIT IN MY HELMET AGAIN, YOU CAN KISS THOSE FUNNY LITTLE BANGS GOODBYE!
But-it-makes-such-a-nice-fruit-bowl-Lancey! Pietro paused a second to pout at Lancey before speeding off again.
YOURE the fruit bowl, Pietro! Lance screeched, and the whole place shook.
Wanda snorted and rolled her eyes, flipping the channel on the beaten up TV yet again. Isnt it cute how they try to hide their love behind snipes and bickering? She asked Freddy, who had seated his bulk next to her as he ate a salad. The salad had been Wandas idea.
Really? I thought it was kinda annoying &
Stradlin-Rose Production 96The camera is switched on, and Izzy Stradlin is visible in the drivers seat of a car. You filming? he took his eyes off the road for a second.Stradlin-Rose Production 967 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yeah. Axl Rose replied. Stradlin/Rose Production Number 96 is now underway. Im Axl Rose working the camera, and thats Izzy Stradlin right there. So, where are we off to today?
Ikea. Izzy replied, glancing at the camera again. For a bit of fun and frolics with Swedish furniture.
Axl snorted. You sounded so fucking gay when you said that.
Id appreciate it if you stopped fantasising about my sexuality. Now, first we are going to the kids play area for some light-hearted entertainment, then to the restaurant to regain our energy, then to the showroom to go shopping for the house. Then, when we get back to the house, we shall show off the stuff to Duff, Slash and Fatass Adler, and show them what would have happened if theyd come on our li
Don't Be SadDon't Be Sad4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dear sweet girl, you will never know how loved you are. You are so very precious to me. I would die for you time and time again. I try to cheer you up when you're sad. I love your smile, how it curves at the ends. I love your eyes, how they shine in the light. I love your personality, how you never fail to make me laugh and feel loved. We've been through so much together, fifteen good years of failures and triumphs. I've learned so much from you and I want to learn more. You're the one I trust with my life and any secrets I may have. I will always be there waiting for your call and rush to the sound of the sweet music you create. I will help aid you when you're sick or in pain. I will always be there for you, whether in body or in spirit. Why? It's quite simple really. There are only few I love as much as I love you.
Stradlin-Rose Production 21The living room of the Guns N Roses household became clear in the camera shot. Izzy Stradlin is visible standing in front of the large television waving what looks like a white TV remote about.Stradlin-Rose Production 217 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Youre meant to spin it, not shake it, jackass. Axl Rose snapped from behind the camera.
We only got it in yesterday Axl, I think you can forgive me, since it is my first shot. Izzy turned around and gave the camera a contemptuous look.
Ill let Rolling Stone and Kerrang! know about this historical event. You must be one of the only people on this planet who has never played a Nintendo Wii.
Not my fault I actually have something called a life, Axl.
Ha fucking ha.
Right, well, this is Stradlin/Rose Production Number 21, Im Izzy Stradlin, your host, and Axl Rose is the cameraman. Izzy gestured at the camera.
I can introduce myself, you know, Izzy.
Can you? I thought it was too strenuous for yo
The Only One He Ever Loved - 2The Only One He Ever Loved - Part 2/2The Only One He Ever Loved - 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
New York owns everyones ass. Duff remarked to no-one in particular as the members of Guns N Roses strolled along Main Street browsing the bars.
Hell yes. Im gonna see if I can score tonight, with girls and coke Matt replied, scrutinising the area for any of the former, or anyone who looked like they could provide him with the latter.
You always do, Matty Slash smirked, and pulled Axl close. And so do I he and Axl exchanged an intimate look.
Oh, how about there? Izzy pointed to a bar with a deserted upstairs balcony. It looks quite cool In truth, Izzy only liked the look of the bar because of that very upstairs balcony, which he also thought could double as the spot where he and Axl could begin their relationship together.
Ooooh, yeah! It has a balcony and everything! Axl exclaimed, before hurrying inside, dragging a contente
The TomboyYour knees are skinned upThe Tomboy9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And your hair is cut short,
Naked, abused Barbies lay scattered.
Oh, how you seized the day.
Little girl with an Army hat on
It belongs to your daddy
Who you adore and go visit every other weekend.
He is teaching you how to shoot today,
And you think that is the best.
You are always the one scratching in
The lace dress your mom
Makes you wear every Sunday.
You don't care if you match or
If your hair is combed or a shoe is untied.
Little Tomboy jamming the aluminum can
In your bike to hear it roar
And racing the boys all the way home.
One day you will grow up to be a lady
They all say, and you deny every word.
Your mom is a lady, pretty and giddy,
with a handsome boyfriend, too.
Dont you want to be like her?
Ladies get the chair pushed out for them
In the nice restaurants and
Get the chair shoved into them at home.
Thats just not your thing.
Guilt - Part 1Guilt - Part 1Guilt - Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: You might wanna read my other story, "The Only One He Ever Loved" before you read this, as it is a sequel to it, after all.
He knocked back the bottle of Jack Daniels, draining it in one skilful swallow, before setting it next to the other empty two lying on the kitchen worktop. Tasting the sharp, sour bourbon on his tongue, he stumbled over to the drawer, yanking it open and pulling out the box of Valium tablets. He hastily swallowed four, and slumped to the floor in a drugged out haze.
It wasn't working. He was remembering.
Axl Rose was remembering.
"Uhhh...g'morning guys..." Axl yawned widely as he trudged into the kitchen area, pushing his long red hair out of his sleepy dark eyes. "Where to today?" he asked, kissing his partner Slash good morning.
"Hey dude. Well, how about we just hit the city? We've got the whole day ahead of us before the gig tonight, so..." Duff McKagan stood at the large kitchenette unit in the hotel suite the five men were staying in, e
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
Bully"Stupid," "Ugly," "Useless," "Sad."Bully3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Emo," "Silent," "Paranoid," "Mad."
"Ashamed," "Afraid," "Crazy," "Stuck."
"Disgusting," "Alone," "Pathetic," "Out of Luck."
The words never spoken,
Yet always heard.
Not from people around me,
No, that's absurd.
I've heard these words,
Time after time,
They always pierce my heart,
They continuously cross my mind.
But these words were never said.
Never once directed at me.
Maybe they never became reality,
But I saw them spoken in my mentality.
These are the words of a bully.
The words that can tear me apart.
The words that can no longer be erased,
Because they have entered my heart.
This person who speaks them,
I know them quite well.
They have countless words in their head,
They have many stories to tell.
I don't know why they want me
To take all of the blame.
It might be for vengeance,
It might be from their own shame.
But the owner of these words,
The words that repeat,
Have caused me great fear,
Have led to my defeat.
This person I know,
Whom I d
Nothing like Paradise. Ch. 3 Just seeing Ben made me disgusted in my mind and my stomach. The looks of his rotting carcass and missing eye made me feel like I was mortal too. Yet at the same time, my mind was racing with more questions than normal. How did he come back, why is he here, and doesnt Satan teach mortals to brush?Nothing like Paradise. Ch. 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Miss me, Kiko? I heard him laugh strangely with that boney grin of his. You see, I heard everything you told me at the funeral home. I guess you are right; I cant escape you. But I can destroy you. He paused for a minute to look out the window behind him. The thing is, I wont be alone.
He tightened his grip around my neck, and I surprisingly let out a gag noise. I shut my eyes tightly, awaiting the pain and suffering he would give me. He could get all of the revenge he wanted right now, at this moment, this very second.
The voodoo that will do. Ch. 1Chapter 1- The giftThe voodoo that will do. Ch. 19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
*Out in the beach on a sunny day, our heroes are relaxing from their busyness...ness..*
Kris: O-o polo?
Kari: POOOOOLOOOO!! *is like far away from them*
*while they play, HM and SM are laying down under a parasol*
SM: Ahh its so enjoying to rest under the sun sometimes...
HM: *was drinking his slushie* huh?
HM:....o_o ok then...
*HM tried to drink some more, but all he got was air and bubbles*
HM: ack... out again.. Be right back. *gets up and walks to a counter*
*When he got there, a short old lady stood there with a cloak around her. She smiled at him*
Lady: Well hello again..
HM: o_o...You aren't the counterperson...
Lady:.....Uh well he went on break..Here for a refill?
HM_O how did you know...?
Lady: *cackles* I just guessed....Hmmm how many slushies did you have?
*She turns around and cackles like a witch quietly. Then she turned back to face him*
Lady: Well...since you put it...How about I give you so
Viretta Park NightmareViretta Park NightmareViretta Park Nightmare8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's sad because
No one will ever see
The beauty that grows inside my head
As well as me
Because I cannot
Connect the words well enough to describe it
In any fashion
You see, it's halting
They don't bloom in the mind
Like they do with me
Not like a flower blooms
But like fireworks
Like an understanding
Like the notes
The notes you hit upon by accident
Make a pretty song
The beauty stops growing
But they don't tell you that
Not in any health class
Or any class like that
And no one understands
How sad it is
When it stops
EdelweissHere I go againEdelweiss3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering if it will last
Tearing through my soul
Trying to find the bloody spark
Feet in suspension
Almost touching ground
The need to feel passion
Inches turn to miles
Grab my star
Sing my song
Hear my lies
Tear through me
How can you love
A girl like me
How can you desire
The treachery you see
Need to sleep
All the feelings away
Words I've heard before
Actions faintly true
Scrap my failures
Be real to me
Explain to me my tears
Red white black
Hint of golden brown
Two of us alike
Yet completely different
Remind my heart
How to beat again
Remind my soul
How to function
All of it the same
Bless me something new
What would you do for me
Take away the itch
Take away the pain
Remind me of the value
Of true companionship
Edelweiss I am
Yet higher ground I fear
Come retrieve me
Remind me of the sea
I'm Not OkayThe incredibly tall, strikingly handsome, blonde-haired man inhaled sharply on his cigarette, before expelling the smoke in a weary sigh as he watched the sunset fade and the sky overrun with a rainbow of dark, sensual colours.I'm Not Okay7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Duff McKagan stared over at the large, luxurious hotel where the party was still continuing, and felt a lump rise in his throat. Swallowing it painfully, he unscrewed the top off the bottle of Smirnoff Black vodka and took a large gulp, attempting to numb the pain of his broken heart.
How much of a dirty liar he was, giving that speech to all the half-drunk guests on how he wished Slash and Perla "all the best for the future" and "good luck" and all that crap. He smiled bitterly as the vodka began to kick in, and he pulled up the sleeve of his smart black tuxedo, revealing new, old and fresh scars snaking their way round his wrist, and continuing all the way up to his shoulders. He thought of the lunacy of it all, and laughed humorlessly. He, Duff McKagan, cheer
Like A dream Part 2 Izzy's POVLike A dream Part 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Treader loved the park. He could run around free as long as he wanted. Smiling Izzy put his attention back to the book but had to fight to keep his eyes open. As he lost it he curled himself together to a ball and started to dream....normally he dreamed just shit but this time.....
~opening his eyes he noticed the warm wind and the relaxing sound of the open sea. He liked it veery much and just wanted to turn on his back as.......someone giggles.Then something like a red flash. Tilting his head, Izzy nearly purred as he felt the soft touch from Axl on his neck. It had to be him be
A Day Out In London - Part 1A Day Out In London - Part 1/3A Day Out In London - Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Right then." Slash stood in the doorway leading into the bunk area of the Guns N' Roses tour bus, hands on his slim hips and his top hat askew over his flyaway jet curls. "We're in London, there's a whlole day ahead of us, and it's sunny. Any ideas as to what we should do today?" he looked expectantly at the tree pairs of bunks where the other four members of Guns N' Roses plus their now missing manager lay.
Axl Rose lifted his head from a top bunk, and rubbed his sleepy dark eyes. "Ohh, jee-sus..." he moaned. "What time is it?" he ran his hands through his tangled, shoulder length hair.
"Around nine-ish..." Slash answered, watching Axl affectionately. "He's so cute when he's just up..." he thought to himself.
"Any particular reason why you decided to wake up up at the crack of dawn?" Izzy Stradlin asked, clumsily climbing down from the bunk he shared with Duff McKagan and sitting on the end of Duff's bed, reaching for the hairbrush buried under the lyri
Play Time's OverPlay Time's OverPlay Time's Over7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lance? Toad asked tentatively.
What, Toad? Lance answered from the thing the Brotherhood called a couch.
Can you help me with something?
Depends. It doesn't involve looking under your bed again, does it?
The last time Lance had looked under Toad's bed, he had been looking for a bar of soap for Toad's monthly bath. Lance had quickly decided that if the soap had found its way under there, it hadn't survived very long. No, it did not matter that the soap was not a living thing, and therefore could not technically die. It had not survived.
No, it involves something else. Toad said, scuffing his toe on the floor.
Lance thought for a minute. He was incredibly bored right now. He had read this magazine at least ten times before, and counting the dead flies in the corner could only keep one occupied for so long.
Yeah, okay. He said with a shrug. Well, as much as one could shrug while lying on th
A Day Out In London - Part 3A Day Out in London Part 3/3A Day Out In London - Part 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ohh, what a day! Axl groaned, kicking off his black DCs and pulling off his black shirt, showing his washboard stomach and long, black pendant hanging in the middle of his chest. We spent loads! Alans gonna kill us
No, Axl, Alan will kill you and Izzy only, you were the only two who felt the need to buy each and every bottle of alcohol in Harrods, at 30 fuckin pound a bottle! Duff replied, tossing his red Keep the Faith hippy t-shirt over the arm of one of the black, squashy leather sofas, and lying down on the white, fluffy rug on the laminate floor in the lounge area.
It wasnt that much Izzys voice was muffled as he spoke while he pulled off his grey sleeveless Slipknot top, throwing it on top of Duffs t-shirt and rifling through the numerous Harrods bags that took up most of the floor, eventually surfacing with a bottle of expensive Fre