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Smoker's AddictionI exhale into the cold air, glad for the cancer stick currently between my fingers. I watch the smoke dance gracefully as it flows up into the sky. It's been a stressful day, but then it always is when we start recording. Gerard changing his mind every five minutes. Mikey drinking too much coffee for his own good. Ray arguing with Gerard on the sound he's trying to change. Don't get me wrong, we're all still pretty tight, but when it comes to recording, everyone wants it to be at the highest standard we can get it. The outcome is worth it though, because it is fucking amazing. I put the cigarette back to lips taking another drag, feeling the burn down my throat; the end burns bright, and it relaxes me like a child with a blanket. As I blow the smoke back out into the world to disappear, I see Gerard approach me from the corner of my eye. His voice relaxes me is well, when he's singing that is. It's smoothing, despite what the lyrics maybe be; he makes them beautiful. Gerard's voice wou
It Wasn't Enough Chap:2What am I going to do? I'm not ready for a child, I'm only 16. Maybe I could just get rid of it, then there'd be nothing to worry about. Could I do that though? It may still be but a foetus, and have half the DNA of manipulative fatass, but it's still a baby; still my baby. I don't think I'd have the heart be able to get rid of it. Should I tell Cartman? I don't know how he'd react. Laugh in my face, feel disgusted, hate me even more; ask me to get rid of it? Could he be the complete opposite? Hug me in his muscular arms, kiss my forehead and tell me it'll be okay, and that we'll raise the baby together. Would I like that? I have no intention on getting together with Cartman. He is Cartman for crying out loud. I can't help but think back to the time he used all those foetuses to create a new Shakey's Pizza. Yeah, that's what my child has to look forward to as a dad. Do I really have to tell him though? Logically, there's no way of him knowing unless I tell him. What would ou
It Wasn't EnoughIt was just suppose to be a one night thing. Not even that, it was a mistake; never suppose to happen. I hate him, and he hates me. It's just the natural order of things. Jew vs Nazi. Not Jew fucked by Nazi. He's a fat, racist, anti-Semitic asshole! I mean, he's not that fat anymore, but that's so not the point. He's still what I hate, and I'm still what he hates. But he fucked me, like a dirty slut. He's fucking homophobic is well to top it off. I don't know weather he even remembers, but I sure as fucking do.
How did it even happen? We were at a party at Bebe's house, one Saturday night about a month ago. I had drunk more than I normally do, just by the fact that my parents were out for the whole weekend and wouldn't see my hangover in action. I don't remember how much I had drank by the time he sauntered over to be. To be honest, I hardly remember anything apart from him dragging me into the toilet, bending me over the sink and thrusting into me. I moaned I moaned like a comple
The Pea SongSchool of the arts is where me and my little brother go. He plays bass and I'm an artist/singer. I have everything I could want. Great friends, supportive little brother, first rate education, and I'm talented. What more could I need
"Frank Iero?" Okay maybe that.
"Here miss!" Oh he's so cute.
"But taken, Gerard" my little brother reminds me after lessons in the canteen.
"Do you think I don't know that Mikey?" I hiss back. Stupid fucking Mikey. Always rubbing it in my face that Frank has a boyfriend, or that Mikey's best friends with him. "I mean, can't you-"
"Hey Mikey!" Oh here he is. "Me and Brendon were gunna play for a bit, you wanna join?" Frank grins down at Mikey, and Mikey gives me an 'I'm friends with the person you like' grin, ya know, if you can have that type of grin.
"Sure, where's Zacky?" Zackary Baker or better known as Zacky Vengeance is Frank's extremely lucky boyfriend. Everyone thinks he's so cool and out of Frank's liege, but I think he's a fucking-Frank-stea
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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