Garth. Posted October 7, 2008 Report Share Posted October 7, 2008 That was great! Thank youuu. =) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
777 Posted October 8, 2008 Report Share Posted October 8, 2008 Vulnerable I didn't mean to say it that way I didn't mean to show my face I didn't mean to say all the words Stuck in the back of my head But I meant everything I said There was few hidden things I kept in the dark I guess next time I'll tell the soul All things it should know So that the most evil and Frowned upon traits Can't interrupt my control Theres things I can do When I feel vulnerable to you And I can safely say it's not safe To be around me When you find out things you never knew I don't think I can trust myself And you don't think I deserve the best So I'll show you that I am sad And then I can show you I'm truly a mess Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jorgi Posted October 9, 2008 Report Share Posted October 9, 2008 I didn't mean to say it that way I didn't mean to show my face I didn't mean to say all the words Stuck in the back of my head But I meant everything I said avit chris. i didn't think you'd dare to look me straight back in the eye, you stared; i stopped, faltered, denied any involvement but you knew- i didn't think you knew, or i wouldn't have dared. useless but you have a point pointless but i'll find a use for you, your lies, your life hopeless but i'll find something just for old time's sake. disgusted and dishonoured, the way you flew was graceless the hiding place you discovered, was where i first found you don't you remember ? i saved you, last time for everything; first to forget. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
777 Posted October 9, 2008 Report Share Posted October 9, 2008 I really do love you Jorgi. Edit: Your work is greatness! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wildman Posted October 10, 2008 Report Share Posted October 10, 2008 Vulnerable I didn't mean to say it that way I didn't mean to show my face I didn't mean to say all the words Stuck in the back of my head But I meant everything I said There was few hidden things I kept in the dark I guess next time I'll tell the soul All things it should know So that the most evil and Frowned upon traits Can't interrupt my control Theres things I can do When I feel vulnerable to you And I can safely say it's not safe To be around me When you find out things you never knew I don't think I can trust myself And you don't think I deserve the best So I'll show you that I am sad And then I can show you I'm truly a mess Wow, that's great! I really enjoyed this! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowBrickRoad Posted October 10, 2008 Report Share Posted October 10, 2008 This is unedited, and I just wrote it like a minute ago, this is the only part out of the whole story I have.... My eyes opened, and instantly looked around. The last thing I remembered was getting hit really, really hard on the head. When I tried to move my arms, I had realize they, as well as my legs were tied to a chair. That’s when I saw her, the girl who used to be my best friend Claire. She was the one who I could turn to, but now it was me against her. “Clair.” I said calmly. “Clair, untie me.” “I’m doing something smart for once. Something I should have done a long time ago.” Clair put up her hand that held a gun. “Are you honestly going to shoot me?” My voice shook. “What’s the matter Whitney, are you scared?” She mocked. “No, what I think you’re doing is irresponsible.” I said. “Put the gun down and lets talk this out. Killing isn’t the answer.” “Just this once, I’d like to think by myself, and not have you get your way.” “Think about it, do you really want to go to prison, for murder?” “I don’t give a fuck about prison, just as long is your not in this world, I’ll be a better person.” After that I hear something click, and saw a man tackle Clair to the ground. I was saved. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Linney Posted October 10, 2008 Report Share Posted October 10, 2008 ^ That was really good Stephanie!! I would like to hear a continuing though ----- I wrote this a few minutes ago.. Just want to break free When I open my mouth I try to speak But my tongue gets numb And I freeze That feeling is controlling me But I want to be in charge To erase that growing darkness That lies within my heart But it's a fear that I don't know If I can let go It's growing stronger by every second That is passing What should I do I can't even move I just want to break free I want to be me The passion inside of me Is burning But silenced by the huge Conquering fear I want to let go of it I want to learn from it I want to see And be me But it's a fear that I don't know If I can let go It's growing stronger by every second That is passing What should I do I can't even move I just want to break free I want to be me I'm stuck in a year long Millisecond I want to move Want to undo The silence inside of me I just want to break free But it's a fear that I don't know If I can let go It's growing stronger by every second That is passing What should I do I can't even move I just want to break free I want to be me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YellowBrickRoad Posted October 11, 2008 Report Share Posted October 11, 2008 ^ That was really good Stephanie!! I would like to hear a continuing though ----- I wrote this a few minutes ago.. Just want to break free When I open my mouth I try to speak But my tongue gets numb And I freeze That feeling is controlling me But I want to be in charge To erase that growing darkness That lies within my heart But it's a fear that I don't know If I can let go It's growing stronger by every second That is passing What should I do I can't even move I just want to break free I want to be me The passion inside of me Is burning But silenced by the huge Conquering fear I want to let go of it I want to learn from it I want to see And be me But it's a fear that I don't know If I can let go It's growing stronger by every second That is passing What should I do I can't even move I just want to break free I want to be me I'm stuck in a year long Millisecond I want to move Want to undo The silence inside of me I just want to break free But it's a fear that I don't know If I can let go It's growing stronger by every second That is passing What should I do I can't even move I just want to break free I want to be me I'm planning on continuing it!! Yours is really really good!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SANDIEGO Posted October 12, 2008 Report Share Posted October 12, 2008 Finally finally finished a song! Well sort of. Youtube.com/ibethanyyy The video titled letting go, opinions. Please read the descrip. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Linney Posted October 12, 2008 Report Share Posted October 12, 2008 I'm planning on continuing it!! Yours is really really good!! No pressure. Thanks Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Émilie Posted October 13, 2008 Report Share Posted October 13, 2008 ^ That was really good Stephanie!! I would like to hear a continuing though ----- I wrote this a few minutes ago.. Just want to break free When I open my mouth I try to speak But my tongue gets numb And I freeze That feeling is controlling me But I want to be in charge To erase that growing darkness That lies within my heart But it's a fear that I don't know If I can let go It's growing stronger by every second That is passing What should I do I can't even move I just want to break free I want to be me The passion inside of me Is burning But silenced by the huge Conquering fear I want to let go of it I want to learn from it I want to see And be me But it's a fear that I don't know If I can let go It's growing stronger by every second That is passing What should I do I can't even move I just want to break free I want to be me I'm stuck in a year long Millisecond I want to move Want to undo The silence inside of me I just want to break free But it's a fear that I don't know If I can let go It's growing stronger by every second That is passing What should I do I can't even move I just want to break free I want to be me i love this. <3 especially the first two parts. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wildman Posted October 13, 2008 Report Share Posted October 13, 2008 I call this song "Voids" Voids Hey morning bird Bring myself back to the start For you'll bring the end Just once Will you shine for me Show mw what I'm missing Aquitted of the crime I try again No, dont speak tonight Not again --- You got me scared Tight on breathing Sorry, can you feel it? Either deceive or believe Just walk away (I wont even try) Hold me closer and pull me away I will not stay NO, WAKE UP I'm on the other side of bliss I can't care less what happens here Tell me this is over I don't wanna know My heart is racing again Beating twice the normal rate I cant fall asleep (with you scattered all over my mind) Just no more empty faith --- Filled up with nore more faith Never seems to amaze my embrace Centering my "Shoulda" "Coulda" "Woulda" way I cant be called a saint, not deserving Over and over again Can't fight this welcoming disease Your're better than me Let's try again I really miss these feelings That I'll never have again I can remember that --- Redemption (in the eyes of God) When reborn, I'll be in Hell No longer worthy Redemption (in the eyes of my heart) When failed, I'll be in Hell Falling apart I swore it would end But I can't stop Wont stop Leaves of Autumn seem to leave me Again and again Once again Can I please forgive myself After my apology, NO --- Lashing out Speaking loud enough to hear you Dazed within myself Crowded with disease Lashing out, LASHING OUT Crowded with disease Only within me Lashing out, LASHING OUT Disease us forsaken within me Lashing out at you But all I know --- Still so scared Lost within I love you Let me in ________ NOTE: The --- tells the chorus I recorded myself singing this, it's absolutly awful. Here it is: http://rapidshare.com/files/153671066/Voids.mp3.html Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
777 Posted October 13, 2008 Report Share Posted October 13, 2008 I gotta see this... Edit: OK pal, I'm only looking out for you here, Take that link down. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FrankiePoo Posted October 14, 2008 Report Share Posted October 14, 2008 I am currently writing a Paramore one-chaptered (One-shot) story Will be posting it soon! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RenegadeRoss Posted October 14, 2008 Report Share Posted October 14, 2008 ohh i look forward to reading it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FrankiePoo Posted October 14, 2008 Report Share Posted October 14, 2008 x] It's a bit goofy so far. Like goofy as in they are all hyper-like xD But it's fun Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wildman Posted October 14, 2008 Report Share Posted October 14, 2008 I gotta see this... Edit: OK pal, I'm only looking out for you here, Take that link down. So it's that bad? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FrankiePoo Posted October 14, 2008 Report Share Posted October 14, 2008 This Is How We’ll Dance (one-shot) We boarded the tour bus, ready for another tour. It was going to be amazing. Our album, Riot!, just came out and we were really psyched on touring with new songs, and maybe new fans. Zac and josh were messing around, throwing luggage at each other’s heads. I laughed and chucked some at Josh, you ducked away easily, but ended up getting hit in the head with Jeremy’s suitcase. “Laugh while you can,” Josh told Zac, who was laughing wildly, “But one day you will wake up with half of you ass gone.” Zac put on a look of mock horror and continued laughing. I rolled my eyes, but smiled. Those two were always fighting, but they were the best of friends. I looked at Jeremy, who was grabbing his suitcase from next to Josh and carrying it inside. He came out with a couple of eggs and threw them both and Josh and Zac. They roared in rage and turned to me. I shook my head and pointed to Jeremy, who was rolling on the floor with laughter. “See if you can cut off my ass,” Jeremy said between breaths, “But you have egg in your hair until we take a shower” Zac jumped on Jeremy, then Josh went on top of them. I laughed aling with them as they wrestled on the concrete. “Hey, Hayley,” Josh called, “Come join us!” I laughed and jumped on Josh. Jeremy grunted with the added weight. Zac grabbed my head and gave me a noogy. I yelled and got off Josh. “C’mon guys, we need to get on the bus,” I said, fixing my hair. Somebody mumbled “Party pooper” as they got up. “Butthead!” I yelled and tackled Zac. He let out an “Oomf.” As he hit the ground. “What did you call me?” I asked, sitting on top of hit and hitting his chest numerous times. He hated that. “I called you a hardy pooper!” he said. I laughed and got off him. “Never comment on my pooping again and you will remain alive,” I said and walked in the bus. I heard him laugh. I grinned and walked to my bunk, which was already filled with the clothes I had dumped on there earlier. I noticed all my bras were missing. I looked around the room and searched every corner. “Josh!” I finally yelled. “What?” he asked, coming in the doorway. “Where are my bras?” I asked. “Um, ask Jeremy, I saw him carrying brightly colored objects earlier,” he said, pointing outside of the room. I gave him one last glare and walked into the living area, where Jeremy was playing a Game boy. I smacked him across the head. “Ow! What was that for?” he asked, rubbing his head. “For stealing my bras,” I said. He looked confused for a second and then he smiled. “They are in Zac’s bag,” he told me, grinning. “Zac’s bag?” I almost yelled. “Yeah, his bag,” Jeremy mumbled. I rolled my eyes and dug through Zac’s bag. I only found one of five. I walked towards Jeremy and threw it at his face. “Gah!” he yelled, “What was that for?” “There was only one,” I growled. “Really? Ask Zac, then,” he grumbled. “Zac!” I called, and he poking his head out of a closet. “Yeah?” “Where in the bus did you put my braziers?” “Oh, those colorful things that you wear to hold your boobs up?” he asked, “Yeah, I put water on them and froze ‘em” My eyes widened, “Dude!” “Yeah? I have a name you know.” “Oh, I’m sorry Zac. Where are they now?” “In Josh’s bag,” he pointed in the room. I rolled my eyes. This what was what, the millionth time I’ve been in there, looking for the blasted bras? I walked in and opened Josh’s bag, sure enough, they were there, the ice melting a soaking all of his clothes. Zac was in trouble, that was true. I left them, nonetheless. I wasn’t about to soak my own clothes author's note: So, what do you think Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RenegadeRoss Posted October 14, 2008 Report Share Posted October 14, 2008 LMAO! That is superb! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FrankiePoo Posted October 14, 2008 Report Share Posted October 14, 2008 Thanks It was fin to write Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wildman Posted October 14, 2008 Report Share Posted October 14, 2008 Alannah, that was a crazy story.... I makes me wonder why'd they freeze a bunch of bras... lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheJake Posted October 14, 2008 Report Share Posted October 14, 2008 ok, i didnt write this, i just foud tihs on the internets somewhere. its REALLY freaking wierd. dont read this if your the kind of person who cant stand scary stuff, gory stuff, etc. its a bit long though, so, sorry bout that. “Time is fluid here,” said the demon. He knew it was a demon the moment he saw it. He knew it, just as he knew the place was Hell. There was nothing else that either of them could have been. The room was long, and the demon waited by a smoking brazier at the far end. A multitude if objects hung on the rock-gray walls, of the kind that it would not have been wise or reassuring to inspect too closely. the cieling was low, the floor oddly insubstantial. "Come close," said the demon, and he did. The demon was rake thin and naked. It was deeply scarred, and it appeared to have been flayed at some time in the distant past. It had no ears, no sex. Its lips were thin and ascetic, and its eyes were a demon's eyes: they had seen too much and had gone too far, and under their gaze he felt less important than a fly. “What happens now?” he asked. “Now,” said the demon, in a voice that carried with it no sorrow, no relish, only a dead flat resignation, “you will be tortured.” “For how long?” But the demon shook its head and made no reply. It walked slowly along the wall, eyeing first one of the devices that hung there, then another. At the far end of the wall, by the closed door, was a cat-o'-nine tails made of frayed wire. The demon took it down with one three-fingered hand and walked back, carrying it reverently. It placed the wire tines onto the brazier, and stared at them as they began to heat up. "That's inhuman." "Yes." The tips of the cat's tails were glowing a dead orange.As the demon raised its arm to deliver the first blow, it said,"In time you will remember even this moment with fondness." "You are a liar." "No," said the demon. "The next part," it explained, in the moment before it brought down the cat,"is worse." Then the tines of the cat landed on the man's back with a crack and a hiss, tearing through the expensive clothes, burning and rending and shredding as they struck, and, not for the last time in that place, he screamed. There were two hundred and eleven implements on the walls of that room, and in time he was to experience each of them. When, finally, the Lazarene’s Daughter, which he had grown to know intimately, had been cleaned and replaced on the wall in the two hundred and eleventh position, then, through wrecked lips, he gasped, “Now what?” “Now,” said the demon, “the true pain begins.” It did. Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone. Every lie he had told- told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to truth, and it hurt more than anything. "Tell me what you thought as she walked out the door," said the demon. "I thought my heart was broken." "No," said the demon, without hate,"you didn't." It stared at him with expressionless eyes, and he was forced to look away. "I thought, now she'll never know I've been sleeping with her sister."The demon took apart his life, moment by moment, instant to awful instant. It lasted a hundred years, perhaps, or a thousand- they had all the time there ever was, in that gray room- and toward the end he realized that the demon had been right. The physical torture had been kinder. And it ended. And once it had ended, it began again. There was a self-knowledge there that he had not had the first time, which somehow made everything worse. Now, as he spoke, he hated himself. There were no lies, no evasions, no room for anything except the pain and the anger. He spoke. He no longer wept. And when he finished, a thousand years later, he prayed that now the demon would go to the wall, and bring down the skinning knife, or the choke-pear, or the screws. "Again," said the demon. He began to scream. He screamed for a long time. "Again," said the demon, when he was done, as if nothing had been said. It was like peeling an onion. This time through his life he learned about consequences. He learned the results of things he had done; things he had been blind to as he did them; the ways he had hurt the world; the damage he had done to people he had never known, or met, or encountered. It was the hardest lesson yet. "Again," said the demon, a thousand years later.He crouched on the floor, beside the brazier, rocking gently, his eyes closed, and he told the story of his life, re-experiencing it as he told it, from birth to death, changing nothing, leaving nothing out, facing everything. He opened his heart. When he was done, he sat there, eyes closed, waiting for the voice to say, "Again," but nothing was said. He opened his eyes. Slowly, he stood up. He was alone. At the far end of the room, there was a door, and as he watched, it opened. A man stepped through the door. There was terror in the man's face, and arrogance, and pride. The man, who wore expensive clothes, took several hesitant steps into the room, and then stopped. When he saw the man, he understood. "Time is fluid here," he told the new arrival. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
777 Posted October 14, 2008 Report Share Posted October 14, 2008 I loved reading that ^ But what does the ending mean? I assume it means it's his turn to torture the next man. Sheesh. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TheJake Posted October 14, 2008 Report Share Posted October 14, 2008 I loved reading that ^ But what does the ending mean? I assume it means it's his turn to torture the next man. Sheesh. well its not just his turn to torture the next man, the guy who came into the room at the end was himself. so the demon was himself, torturing himself. somewhat explains what he meant by "time is fluid here". at least, thats how i think it was. it might not have been himself, but it said that the main character was wearing expensive clothes, and at the end, it said te new arrival was also wearing expensive clothes. so maybe it was ihm, idk Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FrankiePoo Posted October 14, 2008 Report Share Posted October 14, 2008 I gave you my heart, but that wasn’t enough. And though I was crying, I tried to be tough Nothing works out, not between you and me And I want nothing more than to be free Free of this life, free of this internal love Free of everything that’s making me unhappy Nothing is enough for you I broke my heart in two That still wasn’t enough I guess that I’m shit and your gold But I already have my love sold to you And there is no return policy And even though the weddings vows say till death do us part That will come soon, so lucky you, we will be apart And even though I may be dead I still have something not said That I still love you, no matter what And even if that love makes a simple cut You still won’t understand And when life takes its toll You will take my heart, still full and whole And tear it to pieces Stick them in my grave For me, please And then you can leave I randomly wrote that What do you think? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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