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."
MSN chat with GNR[November-Rain62 has entered the conversation]MSN chat with GNR6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
[SnakeHat has entered the conversation]
November-Rain62: well, hello there! how are you?
November-Rain62: so heroin, women, alcohol and music?
SnakeHat: fuck off
November-Rain62: is that a yes then?
SnakeHat: im working
November-Rain62: on what? :S
SnakeHat: why do u keep using smileys on every line? ur not a 13yr old wannabe, yknow
November-Rain62: you did NOT just insult the smileys!!!! and i hate it when you answer a question with a question ¬.¬
SnakeHat: no i insulted u
November-Rain62: ...thats not very nice ='[
SnakeHat: wasnt trying to be
November-Rain62: so you hate me then? T^T i feel unloved!!!
SnakeHat: ...remind me again how old you are?
November-Rain62: physicality of a 24-year-old, mentality of a 2-year-old!
SnakeHat: and the intelligence of one too, by the looks of things...
November-Rain62: HEY!!! that was UNCALLED FOR!!!!
SnakeHat: id say it was perfectly called for tbh
Stradlin-Rose Production 73The camera was switched on, and the view of a golf course was brought into focus. Rain fell heavily, leaving droplets of water on the lens.Stradlin-Rose Production 737 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A hand appeared in front of the shot, and wiped some drops off. Fuck. Izzy Stradlin swore sharply. Right, well, this is Stradlin/Rose Production number 73, and were on a golf course, and its fucking raining.
My, arent you observant? Axl Rose appeared in the frame. You certainly are the clever one of the team
Piss off, Rosie. For fucks sake! Izzy wiped the lens again. Why does rain have to be o fucking wet?
Because its Gods piss.
Gods? I thought it was Jesuss?
How is that relevant to my question about rains wetness?
It wasnt. You havent introduced who we are yet.
Does it matter?
It might. I mean, when were 90
Profile- Ghost FaustusProfile- Ghost Faustus6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Name: Ghost Faustus
Nickname: Other kids call him Frankenstein-boy, Ronnie calls him Patches.
Age: Has a 17-year-old body, though his actual age is unknown.
Socioeconomic level: Currently, upper middle class. (Before that, living-in-a-secret-lab class.)
Birth date: His creator-father Tierlynn let him pick his birthday, because Tierlynn didn't want Ghost to associate the day of his 'creation' as his actual birthday. Ghost chose April 6, the same as his favorite scientist, James Watson, one of the discoverers of DNA.
Birth place: His dad's lab, somewhere in Germany.
Describe their dwelling/house: A scientific laboratory, hidden away somewhere in the world (a different lab than the one he was born in). It's essentially one big lab room, with a couple of beds. (Until recently, he had shared a bed with his father)
Occupation: Student in
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 Fight7 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
12 Days of Borderlands12 Psychos shouting12 Days of Borderlands3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
11 Grenades bouncin
9 Bandits looting
8 Rockets launcing
7 Sniper rifles
6 Moxxi pinups
3 Rakk hives
2 Mini Steves
And a Mothrakk in a dick tree!
I Wanna Watch You Bleed One late night on the sunset strip, while everyone was walking their own separate ways, there was a young red head prancing his way through 'the jungle' of a sidewalk. Where he was going, no one knew. But with hair teased that high and the look in his eye told you to get out of his way. He looked from the left, and to the right. With his eyebrows narrowed and his mouth tightly closed, W. Axl Rose stopped at his destination.I Wanna Watch You Bleed4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just as he was about to enter, a man with overly done eyeliner and a beer gut stared at the young rock star.
Axl looked right back at him with a piercing stare. "You want somethin'?" he snapped.
"N-no..." The man stammered.
"Well to bad 'cause you're gettin' somethin'." Axl sneered as he walked towards the man. Soon they were hurling fists and biting flesh until the beer-gutted-man pulled out a knife and put it to the singer's valuable throat.
"Not so tough now, are ya?" he panted. Axl did
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
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.
The TomboyYour knees are skinned upThe Tomboy8 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.
Silent PrayerSilent PrayerSilent Prayer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The only thing I can feel.
The stars that surround me at night aren't enough.
Is that selfish?
I brought this upon myself...
Our eyes meet.
I wasn't looking for you.
But it made my heart skip a beat.
What goes through your mind?
Everything attacks me as I try falling asleep.
The stars that surround me at night aren't enough.
Is that selfish?
I did this to myself...
That song comes on.
I close my eyes.
I wasn't thinking about you.
But it made my heart ache.
What do you think about?
It doesn't ever escape me.
The stars that surround me at night aren't enough.
for my selfishness.
It strikes 11:11.
A shooting star sails silently through the night sky.
I close my eyes...
and then think about you.
Because that's all God needs to know.
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
Like a Dream Part 3 Slash's POVLike a Dream Part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yawning, Slash made his way downstairs to the kitchen. He could hear the television and a smile crossed his face. Duff, the tall blonde bassist, was for sure asleep again infront of the tv and forgot to turn it off...as always. All of the sudden there was a loud noise coming from the bathroom and as he ran back upstairs, he found steven laying there, swearing. Normally Slash would have just let him laying there but not now. There was water flowing out the bathroom. "what the.....?!?!" Pushing Steven out of the way he kicked the door open and almost slipped too.
CircleCircleCircle7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I walked the trails of forest green
While sun was overhead,
And gazed upon a land divine
On which my soul hath fed.
The dazzling beams of light did shine
Through leaves blown in the breeze.
They cleansed my worn and troubled mind,
Which danced among the trees.
I happened on a burbling stream
Reflecting sky beyond.
Twas there I sat upon the path
And mused on Natures bond.
Her time was ripe, Her harvests grown
And swaying in the fields,
As farmers watched and guessed at how
Much bounty She would yield.
I closed my eyes, and letting in
The hidden and unseen,
I felt the warmth of Mothers arms
Enfold me in between.
The falcons cry, the bullfrogs croak,
The mockingbirds appeal;
The sounds of blooms blossoming wide;
All these She did reveal.
She sang to me with voice so sweet
With tune I counted blessed.
No word or sound can I repeat
Good Mother then expressed.
The trails I walked in summer&
The RecordHe found a record in the garbage. There it was, without a sleeve, label scratched and stained beyond recognition, lying among the used papers and yesterfoodstuffs of a spilled-over trash can on the side of the road. He picked it up and brought it home to listen to. Its mystery intrigued him.The Record3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had never heard the band before in his life. None of the songs sounded even vaguely familiar to him, and when he played the record for his friends, none of them had heard it either. He even asked around near where he had found it, but no one seemed to know anything about it. The record was a complete enigma. But he liked it.
As time went on he fell in love with the music- the sound of the singer's voice, the twang of the guitar, the soft ripple of the piano, the low buzz of the bass, the drama of the drums. He had no idea who they were, or when the record was made, or where it was recorded- no identification whatsoever. But that didn't matter to him. Romeo asked no name of his rose.
Even the fla
Like a Dream Part 4 Axl's POVLike a Dream Part 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There. The quietness came back. And Jeffrey was gone. On the other hand it was so relaxing. Axl moved his hand around but there was only darkness. "J...Jeffrey?"His body felt heavy and now he couldn't even more around anymore as he could fell a soft touch and someone talking. Was this Izzy? A bit shaking, the readhead held up his hand as someone grabbed it. Slash! He let go again and started to sob. Izzy will never come back to him.
The Sun Will Shine.The Sun Will Shine.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Maybe the sun will shine tomorrow.
Or the next day,
I hold onto this thought because it is what keeps me going.
Hoping that one day
The rain will go away
Stereotypical EmoEmo does not mean to have cool puffy backcombed hair with side bangs and the long extensions and the colorful colours through itStereotypical Emo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emo does not mean wearing black T-shirts/tops/vests or band tops or the wrist bands, and with skulls decorating everything you wear
Emo does not mean cutting yourself all the time or constantly sulking for yourself
Emo is not a type of music which is personally designed
Emo is not a type/brand of person or a feeling or constantly acting like there's no one there for you and you're all alone
Emo Means Emotional
It can be hating yourself for your own person reasons and everyone chooses to express it in different ways, all these things are just some ways some choose to do so
Well, they were before they became so over used and can just be a fashion statement to some or just a normal music genre to listen to.
But the long fringe can sometimes be the only thing they feel they can hide behind silently and unnoticeable without difficulty
Sometimes it's a case of wear
Del Suicidio: Canto IDel Suicidio: Canto IDel Suicidio: Canto I5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
De las vociferaciones de navajas
y su apacible canto.
Con la boca retorcida
y un silencio impuro
se evocan vetustas melodías
de cánticos en sulfuro.
Los dedos plateados y filosos
teñidos con un cielo escarlata
despuntan en mis ojos,
- cual antiguo romance sodomita -
y me besan, con sus labios rojos:
la piel se abre y se marchita...
bórrame con tu lascivia cortante
de las estrellas y su brillo;
sobre el ósculo moribundo de tus hojas
En los planos más altos de tu conciencia -suicida-
elevaré mi espíritu y transmutaré
tus marcas en portentos divinos.
Gravedigger: The storyGravedigger: The story7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I began to walk away from my fathers grave, I felt the eyes of mourners stare down at me. Im not that important to watch, am I? I mean, Im just crying and walking home to my new family. Oh well, might as well let them get a first glance at what Im going to be for the rest of my life.
The sun began to vanish behind all of the dark clouds that rushed in. That dead feeling overwhelmed me more with the strange fog that started beneath my tennis shoes. I didnt dare to look up just in case anyone was following me. It would be a humiliation if someone looked at my red eyes and said, Awww Im sorry in front of everyone else. I dont deserve sympathy, I deserve my father back...
For those who dont know what happened, its pretty simple. My father was walking down a sidewalk in Houston, just walking out of a store to get a couple of items. We were on a busy schedule for our wrestling occupations, so he wanted to pick up some stuff
The Shadow Proves the SunshineHere I am againThe Shadow Proves the Sunshine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Calling you my friend
Asking for your forgiveness
For all my misdeeds and doings
It all sounds the same
To the sight of the world
But my situation doesn't change
So how can I have different news
No real answer
But wait and see
No real solution
But continue with your life
If you love me
Please don't speak
Just hold me close
And let me cry
Feeling mentally fit
But physically bloated
Unable to starve
Unable to stay beautiful
My worlds crashing around me
Now I abide in the world of you
And of fiction and sleep
These I confide in
This I feel
This I express
This I hide
This I live
Soon my sun will shine again
And the monsters will decrease
My lungs will be filled
And I can truly be free
Free the mind
Of the unchained body
Free the soul
Of the blood-stained hands
The voodoo that will do. Ch. 5Chapter 5- Spying some moreThe voodoo that will do. Ch. 59 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
*While HM and SM had their event with D&D, Kiko woke up and watched 'The year without a Santa Claus'*
Kiko: ^__^....Say SM and HM's parts are coming on soon..Where are they?
Kris: *tired voice* I saw them going to Mother Nature's room...SM had this strange necklace.
*They stared at eachother, then dashed to the door. The door shut before they made it*
Kris: *bangs on door* heeey!
*HM's theme in backround*
Kiko: *slides down to a sit against door* =~= we're doooomed!!!
Kiko: *stands up. Not facing the door*...Open sesa-
*The door flies open*
Kiko: MEEEEE *falls back*
*When they get out, they notice HM and SM walking out of Mother Nature's room. They're both shaky and scared*
Kiko: HM? SM?
Kris: What happened?
*HM and SM pass out*
Kiko: O_O!!! What the BEEP happened to them?!!?
Kris: Thats what I want to know.... And where's Mother Nature?!