mighty, ain't it swell? that box that i grew, why, she'll never tell. slowly, softly, back the speed and green evermore of paradise...pasha play the banjo, the boys only got rice.
feelin' fine? feelin' blue..betchya mama's magical miracle can fix up you!
my sinews are chains.
because i have none.
kids can see this through. i found this at 1:23 am and i guess i wanted to share it or something. kudos, guys.
In two days school will be out, I guess. I'm planning out my summer in word counts. Anybody want to collaborate?
Chance's eyes clung shut as he began to hum. It was bitter and reminded Gemini of a funeral march and then it abruptly stopped.“If I keep this minute a memory.” He opened his eyes as wide as he...
see i got this friend who is beautifully blue and it pisses me off. for m. for a. for s. and also for s.
Put the roses down if you thought it was ever here.
A fourteen year old boy was attacked by police in Miami while holding his new puppy. The boy was strangled by the police for no reason.
.... . . . . symmetrical, ahahah, right? loop and loop, don't you wish that could happen...that you could just smile your way back to cloud nine? well. it's breaking up now. can't hear you.
[oooh] do we all go to heaven [baboom] do you play bark and bark and barkandbark with those head puppies baboom ka ka k---and you're in it alone but don't feel so bad we all end this way lalalala?
See, this is exactly why I never. I mean. You know. Yeah, you guys get it. It's heartbreaking out here. I'm just trying to give the kids a good show, man...
"I don't see it as that odd." said the plastic heart eater. "See, the way I figure it, we down who's to go, judge it ourselves." "kind of like god?" "Yeah, exactly, kiddo, you're alright."
It's totally against my FicWad no notes pet peeve, but this is just super important! Florida is going to put a puppy down and they took him away from the owners!
is this a villanelle? could explain to me what i mean?
dudes, i'm so messed up now, they should test me for an overdose on life, that's how crazy my head is spinning.
Saint didn't have a home, so they let him drone for a while until they released him into the wild, poorly structured world. *tis a sonnet in none too daunting shakespeare words*
A semi-comedic story about how the mistakes make the people. It can be anything your fucked up little heart desires. (Used to be called 'Devil in you is the devil in me?')
Deal has a funny ring to it.
But passion stroke the best of the monsters. He's calmed, now. Softened to the world. Comes and sees me only to dull his vacant eyes.
And oh, the pretty things we could do if we weren't all dead. Hush, now, my little dove...sleep, fall awake...run away to another broken home. It's all you've got. **Critics/helpers for ending!**
We need to see our mirrors. We really need to watch our eyes. We should just walk away from this disguise. But can you blame us?
I found this under a pile of thoughts...write me if it's yours.
Is the thorazine shuffled, yet?
You can't jump after you fall.
...but then my stomach rejected it, rather loudly. Don't you want to believe like the cool kids? Don't you want their hearts? Don't you want to beat because of them, like them?
For anyone, for everyone, for no one.
(Revision, if you care) Pinpoint a moment where someone's life is changed. Although it's just a memory, probably nothing more, you can't even come up with the slightest bit of one.
I could take a job sailing around the fucking sunsets of the world. I could sit here with all the wrong and right at my toes. But instead, I just stand here and wait for a day when it'll all go away.
DETERMINE MY HOPE? LOST IN MY DREAMS OF STATIC STEAM? YOU CAN'T HURT ME. I'VE DONE THAT. Could you tell these fucking Xs and Os to get out of my head??
They're on the Wall. DID YOU BELT OUT LOVESICK HYMNS? DID YOU KISS THE NIGHT OUTTA YOUR HEAD? DID YOU PRAY FOR THE OTHER MAN DEAD? DID YOU BET ON THE CAPTAIN'S WHIMS?
Such a very odd morning. Mourning never comes. It's just light...sight, sigh, gone.
A Valetine's to all you who ate up all the chocolates you didn't have. Or something of the sort. Whatever, it's Valentine's Day.
How sorry I was to hear that you were suffering.
Glitzy blitzed oh dear, look what you've done! Shut up, Merrill, this is my poem...darling? Sugarcakes? DEAR! Oh, NOW you've got her all pissy. Fuck you very much.
Miss poster child, died all the while...
CRITICS! Calling all critics. Please be extremely critical of my story. It's for a class, so, help me? I'm drowning in my hopeless words!
Dudes, I need your help! Please like, give me some ideas on how to finish this. It's the first story I've written in first person.
Pull out those vocal chords and now tell me you're sorry.
For everyone who's lost someone they hadn't met. For everyone who's been lost. Mikeys_glasses, if you're still reading posts...
Designate to detonate, the truth will come once we meet bitter ends.
They drain mothballs into your eyes and South Dakota flies into your head. Sincere, so dear to my dreary alibis. Such a shame we aren't all saying goodbye.
Anything your fucked up brain desires...prove of my existance in the art world awaits you...CLICK GOD DAMMIT. ARTIST NOTE IS UP!!! Please read for my bitter excuses...
I just wanted something that was batshit random and kinda funny if you're in the mood...not poetic, but you need some comic relief to realize you're not the worst comedian.
America's worst block, the devil's playground. West 84th Street, NY.
The field...the breeze...you're just eating me away.
But your mind is so choked up with the costs of living...you're relieved when you hear the news that you don't actually get to live.
For every night you sit alone. For all the days you stare through. For all the sad songs. All the busted beats on cackling speakers. This is yours.
Ambulance chasers following dusty paper trails...never gonna find anything.
Distorted, heartbreaking beats...heartbreaking hearts. Beating hearts demolished...shot dead. BOOM. Life.
but that one damned sunset...
"Hey, sailor...wanna go for a ride?" as said by the street pony trading tricks for money.
A journal of a fuckin' gallery worthy murderer.
An off-base, hopefully the slightest bit comedic, tale of cliches and how to approach cliches, and eventually how to demolish the fuck out of them.
It'd be wicked to write a story with someone else. Or multiple someones. We could also make a comic...it doesn't have to be MCR related.
Not a story, just a link.
Losers club. A comical, trippy adventure. Takes place in High School. Also other story from auditions.
Detective Winters is called on to investigate the murder of Gerard A. Way. Uses flashbacks from Gerard's point of view and journal entries from him. Auditioned story!
Mikey says that this story is much better when you click on it. Frank says it's about being an outcast and then finding your place with your [superhero]new friends. You go from bullied to defende...
It's a poem that's short. I don't really want to give it away.
Inspired by that oh-so-famous question, "What were you guys like in High School?" It's all of My Chemical Romance in an interview. I used flashbacks. R&R are loved dearly.
A poem I wrote from Ray's point of view about his life. It's kind of sad. Not too long, though, so R&R would be pretty awesome.
Gerard's a dude who has problems dealing with reality from make believe. He spends his time training to slay imaginary vampires and demons to escape from the real world's problems.