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The Scientist: AndleyCome up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
I gripped the roses in my shaking hands, and paid the smiling girl behind the counter.
"Thank you." I said, forcing myself to return her bright smile.
"Your girlfriend must be very lucky to have you," she said. "Those are the best roses." My smile wavered slightly.
"Yes She She is." I tried to keep my voice from going shaky too. She smiled again as I turned to walk away. I pushed open the door, to here that little happy tinkle from the bell. My heart fell a little. It seemed everyone was happy apart from me. I held the bloodred roses to my chest, and walked away from the place that sung out it's little, happy tune.
Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart
I closed my eyes a little, and took a deep breath. It was close now, I jus
November Rain: AndleyWhen I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you, don't you know I feel the same?
Nothin' lasts forever and we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle in the cold November rain
I held Andy's thin frame against my chest, staring into those crystals he had for eyes. His crimson coated lips were parted as he panted slightly. His pale hands were pressed against my unevenly rising and falling chest. A loud thunderclap ricocheted through the November air, but neither of us moved. My arms tightened around the younger man whom I held, and I pulled him closer. His eyes flashed with so many feelings I couldn't start to place. We were all alone out in this street.
"Ashes " his musical voice made my heart stop in its track as he said my name. I blinked, and slowly moved my eyes over his features, taking in everything I could. Andy did tower over me, but right now, he was small, and looked way too innocent. He made me feel crazy.
Sherlock: Battlescars. Three years doesn't seem like a long time to most people. To some, it passes in the blink of an eye, and something that happened all that time ago is no longer of importance. But to others, the days would drag along and seem never ending. These days were becoming bleaker, and it felt like the sun decided to take a well-earned holiday. In these years, whether it is one, two or three, so many life changing events could occur; a birth of a child, a marriage, a divorce, or a death. Time is not written in stone, and any one of those events could happen in a recurring pattern, or one could happen and that was it.
Have you ever watched your best friend throw himself off the roof of a building, a hospital in all of God's great irony? Have you pushed away everyone who ever held some sort of importance in your pathetic life because the one person you revolved around was dead? Have you ever spent days on end, sitt
Tag, You're Dead. I took a deep, shuddering breath as the wave of nausea passed. My breath slicked out of my mouth into the cold air and joined the fog that wrapped the dense forest in its embrace. Why am I here? I asked myself for the countless time, shivering as the air got colder. How did I get here?
A deep cough filled the silence around me, and again I tasted copper against my tongue. Blood I coughed again, covering my mouth with my hand as it racked through my chest and another wave of nausea hit. I curled my knees up to my chest, trying to squelch the feeling from my stomach, and coughed. My throat burnt, and my stomach churned but the only conscious thought I now had was to keep moving. I stood up on shaky legs, grabbing my torch and turning it on. The trees in front of me were illuminated, and there was nothing moving except the slight sway of the fog. I slowly reached into my backpack, keeping my eyes focused on the lit trees and pul
Strength For The Dead. Today was the day. It had been a week. One fucking week. One week without body parts in the fridge, one week without gunshots in the wall, one week without Sherlock.
This phone call It's my note
John Watson sat in Sherlock's chair. It still smelt like him. The whole flat smelt like him. Nothing changes. Well, everything has. Sherlock Holmes was dead. John failed his duty as a friend. As a best friend.
Friends protect people
Today was Sherlock's funeral. John had protested about going. He didn't want to keep reliving the memory of Sherlock falling. He didn't want to have Sherlock's death suicide made final. Once that casket was in the ground, there would be no hope left to hang onto. Once that casket was i
Flying To Close: Chapter Twelve Chapter Twelve: I'll Stand By You, Won't Let Nobody Hurt You
"Today's the day " Ashley murmured to the silent group of teenagers. Andy's powder blue eyes watched as the Vampyre took over his usual job of commanding. "We will meet with the rest of the fighters at sundown, and then "
"We go to war," Alistair said emotionlessly, holding Nikoli's hand tightly. The Russian man tried to seem calm and collected, but on the inside, fear was erupting within him. How many would die tonight?
Andy looked down at Kohl, whose head was in his lap. The boy had to physically bite back tears. Ashley got a hit of Andy's mind, and instantly took his hand. Kohl whined, closing his green eyes. Andy looked up to the group of his friends.
"We will not die tonight," he said fiercely. "We will beat them." Jake s
Beneath The Stone. DxADaniel couldn't help but to cry out in fear at this latest nightmare. Red, pulsating flesh slowly bringing everything down around him, killing his family, his friends, until it killed him too. The Shadow was still hunting him. But... Alexander said it would go away once he got to Brennenburg. He said the nightmares would stop, this paranoia would disappear. Would Alexander lie to him? Did he lie? Daniel shook in fear at the thought.
No, the baron was his friend. Daniel trusted him.
But, why was this living nightmare still chasing him? Seeking him out from everyone else? What had he done to deserve this? Daniel shot out of the four-poster bed, and with the rush of air, the candle in his room flickered out. Daniel spun around blindly, afraid that the Shadow would consume him if he stayed in the darkness too long. Daniel ran to the door, and pulled it open with all his strength. The rain was thundering against the large glass windows, giving the room a gothic ambiance.
'It is light out
IllusionsI am invisible.
I am not invincible.
Nothing but a battered illusion.
Nothing but a broken illustration.
I'm just the ghost no one wants to see.
I'm just the lie no one wants to be.
This is the smoke that used to hold me.
This is the girl that could have been me.
I may be there, but it's just a trick of the mind.
I may be gone, but it's because you never even cried.
A useless spectre that is eternally hated.
A useless projection that is eternally wasted.
Everything you see is my illusion.
Everything you see is my confusion.
Why do I continue to haunt?
Why do I continue to be burnt?
Could have been saved, but forgotten.
Could have been made, but rotten.
What's left of me is fake.
What's left of me is a mistake.
Deck the Halls in AmnesiaPaint the man and cut the lines, bwahahahahahahahaha
Grab the knife and watch it shine, bwahahahahahahahaha
Blaming others for my crime, bwahahahahahahahaha
With this ritual no more Shadow slime, bwahahahahahahahaha
Run away from the invisible Kaernk, bwahahahahahahahaha
Brutes will hang your carcass on a barrack, bwahahahahahahahaha
rotting corpses everywhere, bwahahahahahahahaha
watch the glowing Alexander over there O_O bwahahahahahahahaha!
50 Reasons To Stay Alive50 Reasons To Stay Alive:
#1. You can live in your dream home.
#2. Water Parks.
#3. Midnight movie premiers.
#4. New music.
#5. You could meet the doctor one day and he'll let you travel with him in his Tardis!
#6. Star Wars fights with plastic lightsabers.
#7. Pandas and Red Pandas....They're really cute so they count as one.
#9. You could become famous one day.
#10. Traveling the world.
#11. You could be the one to convince J.K.Rowling to write more Harry Potter books.
#12. Hug Blake Bliss.
#13. Meeting John and Hank Green.
#14. Singing songs with Hank Green.
#15. Writing a book.
#16. Getting the book you wrote published.
#17. Music festivals.
#18. Going to London.
#19. Running into DanIsNotOnFire and AmazingPhil while in London.
#20. Going to the Olympics.
#21. 3.A.M Walmart trips.
#22. Going on road trips with your best friends.
#23. Anime conventions.
#24. Going to Disney World.
#25. Time travel could exist one day.
#26. You could invent flying cars.
#27. The human
Jeff the Killer|Part 1A humid day in Maryland. Clouds blockade the sunlight from penetrating the Earth. Lightning strikes with fierce magnitude. Thunder belches so loud causing houses to quake. You sit under a cloak of blankets and kick up the music so loud the beats shake your walls. Three Days Grace has always made you feel so safe. But unfortunately for you, they can’t save you tonight.
You recently saw a video that your friend forced you to watch. A video that was so incredibly horrifying you haven’t slept in three days. A video that police have tried so desperately to take off of the internet. A video that’s killed many people and no one has survived. Now you it was your turn. Last night, word spread around school, that your friend was brutally murdered. The same friend that showed you the video. She was so confident that she’d survive, but to your dismay, she didn’t.
The video was a still frame of a long corridor in an abandoned mental asylum. Moonlight filtered through c
Unfair OneUnfair one, you took my hand.
Unfair one, you tread the sand.
Unfair one, you hugged me so.
Unfair one, you let me go.
Unfair one, you you reminded me.
Unfair one, you took the key.
Unfair one, you told me lies.
Unfair one...you watched me die.
Paint the man, cut the lines.My name is Daniel, I live in Mayfair I think
Oh wait, now I remember, I took that amnesia drink.
What did I want to erase from my memory that badly?
This note from myself, says I have to kill Alexander. Shit.
As I creep round this castle, I feel myself go insane.
Oh crap I can hear that piano playing again.
Oh no, I see a shadow looming, towards me.
What do I do? I have no weapons, do I just run?
My sanity is lowering, it's easy to tell.
I fall to the floor, my visions blurry. Oh well.
I'll use my lantern to boost my sanity again.
And then I'll stand and run like hell.
The shadow's coming
Paint the man, cut the lines.
Paint the man, cut the lines.
Cut the flesh, watch the blood spill, let it come.
Paint the man, cut the lines.
Vision of my past flash before my eyes.
Alexander seemed kinda nice, till he offered that compromise.
So apparently a monster, sorry shadow is after me.
So I take a life, to save my own. What?
Oh no, now we're knee-deep in water, it stinks
Oh my god, t
Before Dawn's Break
Now I lay me down to sleep,
an empty pill bottle left on the sink.
A razor blade left in my wake,
another soul for death to take.
Now, if I die before dawn's break,
no one will remember me by tomorrow.
Oh dear god Lithium.
I sighed deeply and looked at the orange pill bottle that was sitting in front of me. In my head, I could see the pharmacist's face when I handed her the prescription, the pity and the judgment.
I stared at the little pink pill that lay inside my palmthat horrible pink pill with the little brown writing. This small pill had such powerful affects. I didn't know what this was going to do to me. What if it kills me? What if it takes all my problems away? What if it doesn't do anything?
How is that this small pill, this element have such an impact?
It seemed so simple when I had to study it in science class. It is number 3 on the periodic table I still knew this from all that time ago.
However, this wasn't science class. This wasn't high school. This was life. This was my life. My poor, sad, depressed life. I couldn't get anything together, so what does my therapist do? Prescribe me Lithium. Zoloft didn't work; neither did Prozac, nothing wor
Black Veil BridesA bass drum punding out a strong, pumping beat
While cymbals ring their "welcomes"
An intricate rhythym from the hands of a god
Backing all of the love like glue
A sweet undertone of rhythmic notes
A silent supporter of skyscraper tones
The smooth metal strings glide under light hands
And glisten in the spotlights
A melody of magic, born from two kings-
One low, one high, they play opposites
They are black and white from the view of the crowd
But will forever be brothers at heart
A voice from the heavens, it sings songs of truth
Bringing peace to the hearts of the old, bold and young
Wretched yet divine, the one picture of perfection
An angel who will save them all
The Dark DescentI've been running from darkness,
Trying to save my soul.
Far to long I've hid from this,
These shadows trying to score their goal.
The living nightmare murders my dreams,
Kills my sense of reality.
My sanity is bursting at the seams,
That haunting voice still calls me.
I can't fucking hold on anymore,
There is no purpose for me now.
Why am I following a demon's law?
Guess its time for me to make a vow.
My legs can't carry this burden,
My chest won't hold my heart.
I know to much of the darkness that dwells in the den,
These prison bars keep me from falling apart.
Why won't someone save me?
Can't they hear my terrified screams?
Blood will be the last thing they see,
These demons want me for their team.
Nothing makes sense at all,
I can't fucking stay.
My mind can't take this fall,
I sacrifice myself as the shadows prey.
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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