Pamela the Lizard Queen by rainbowstarfire, literature
Literature
Pamela the Lizard Queen
Scribbles, scribbles thrown up straight from his heart. Poems lay in front of me on the wood floor, some were in notebooks and others were cruelly ripped out of notebooks by an accident, or torn in a fit of drunk anger, I couldn't tell. Neither would surprise me, they had been stored in boxes or on the floor. As for the idea of drunk anger? Well, my lover was known for being a bit of a mess-a musician too-but the name Jim Morrison tended to be associated with the words 'train-wreck' or 'junkie'. Of course, he had been both, but he had beauty even though I was probably the only one who saw it.
It had been 2 years since Paris, but I had only
My matted blonde hair was dry and shoved into my floppy hat. I had been in a rush for nothing and all I wore were dirty jeans and a brown coat. Still, I couldn't risk being seen and I knew it but had chosen to leave the house anyway.
''Kurt, you have to call Courtney!'' Cali's voice repeated over and over again until I had a pounding headache.
She was in pain and I hated myself for putting her through it, but I was selfish and I couldn't take it anymore. Pain. My entire life has been a spinning web of pain since I before I was 9 and when I was happily in love with Courtney and Frances. Frances and Courtney, I love them. I'm stupid to eve
My Crazy Hippie Girl by rainbowstarfire, literature
Literature
My Crazy Hippie Girl
Flowy dresses with flower patterns.
Long and unbrushed hair, laden with beautiful flowers.
Grateful Dead and Phish songs spout from her mouth at the most random times.
She's got weird eyes that are wild while they breed adventure.
There's a clan of kids like her that sit and smoke pot at the park that she's always with.
She says she's not like me, she says she can draw without pencils or paper.
I've seen her do it and it hurts her, she'll never stop.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds keeps her on Earth.
She likes cats and assumes she will be the crazy cat lady once she comes back from her trip.
I want to come with her, I want to stop he
I've Lost The Excitement of Making Music by rainbowstarfire, literature
Literature
I've Lost The Excitement of Making Music
He really doesn't want to even be here, at this show.
He wants all the screaming teenagers to shut up, he's got empathy for The Beatles now.
He knows that as long as he swings around and sings like he's okay, he'll be loved.
He really wants to just sit around with his family, maybe even pretend to be a normal person.
He needs a fix, the last one wasn't close enough in time to satisfy him for long.
He knows that he'll never be able to live a simple life, it slowly bothers him more each day.
He likes making music, but it conflicts with his much-needed family time.
He thinks about death a lot, but he's hanging on to it for everyone else'
Sometimes I get lost in paradise for too long, the doctors call it 'comatose'.
It's when I use too much happiness, but I need as much as I can get.
Because I would lose myself in a deeper longer paradise that lasts eternally if I ever stop.
No more bruised legs, though.
No more purposely missed meals, though.
No more cut wrists and thighs, though.
No more pain.
Because I have never failed to feel pain.
Every seemingly happy moment with you are just me creating worthy memories of me for you.
Its hard to breathe and I haven't felt the excitement of life in too long, forever really.
Love hurts they say, but love made me painless if I
I stare at him sadly. I stare at the needle marks that are on his arm and the way the pale man is draped across the carpet in just his underwear. It seemed like forever since he had held me instead of me holding him, but I pulled his head onto my lap and silently played with his dark brown curls that formed his beautiful face. As I began to cry I kissed his forehead, if he died right then it would be okay because he would know that I loved him. Of course, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he died and I didn't. Love is stupid, it makes you incapable of giving up the one that has already given up on himself. Pulling his body fully onto
One day John Lennon sat on the curb because he liked sitting in peace. Suddenly, an extremely high Syd Barrett ran up to him and drooled down onto John's head.
''Hello, Syd,'' John said and Syd just stared into the distance. Then, Syd ran away and broke out into a shrill laugh.
Next, Kurt Cobain crawled through the window of a moving car and frantically ran to John.
''Oh my God! Oh my God! I am so obsessed with you, you are my favorite person ever! Oh my God!'' He squealed and John stared at him like he was crazy. Kurt hugged him forcefully and when John Lennon tried to pull away, Kurt growled,
''No. One. Pulls. Away. From Kurt. Cobain
Momma loves her baby.
Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins.
She's leaving home, bye bye.
But, who will be the queen and king of the outcast teens?
She don't do the stroll, well she don't do it right.
Missus cool rides out in her aged Cadillac.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, telling myself its not as hard as it seems.
He'll keep you in a jar, and you'll think you're happy.
Hey you, out there on your own, sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Wish me good, wish me life.
Good morning, TV, you're looking so healthy.
I wish I was the verb 'to trust'.
She dreams in colors, she dreams in red.
Plea
Look On The Bright Side, Suicide by rainbowstarfire, literature
Literature
Look On The Bright Side, Suicide
I hope it isn't too difficult to clean me up.
Fuck, I'm such a waste of space!
There'll be lots of blood, but maybe I won't stain.
At least I'm not blowing my brains out in the house, that would haunt my daughter too much.
I hope that Courtney doesn't follow through with that suicide-promise we made years ago.
I can remember us promising that if one of us died then the other would too.
Frances, she must take care of Frances for me.
Fuck me, I can't even take care of God's gift!
I'll be part of the 27 club, I'll be happy up there with all of them.
Maybe I'll even meet John Lennon, I hope so.
Life has lost it's satisfactorily pull, f
I keep losing you within the vastness of my head.
This all started with you deleting me.
Well, actually it all started in Montuak,in that house.
I guess that I was too 'nice' for you.
Maybe it was because I couldn't let you be an elephant.
This entire procedure is messing with me.
That Patrick boy, he stole your underwear.
I honestly wish you never deleted me.
I wish you were still with me.
I wish that I could see your ever-changing hair everyday.
But, that can't happen now.
We were starting to fall apart in the very beginning.
I can't believe that once I wake up, I won't be able to remember you, Tangerine.
That moment under the
Pamela the Lizard Queen by rainbowstarfire, literature
Literature
Pamela the Lizard Queen
Scribbles, scribbles thrown up straight from his heart. Poems lay in front of me on the wood floor, some were in notebooks and others were cruelly ripped out of notebooks by an accident, or torn in a fit of drunk anger, I couldn't tell. Neither would surprise me, they had been stored in boxes or on the floor. As for the idea of drunk anger? Well, my lover was known for being a bit of a mess-a musician too-but the name Jim Morrison tended to be associated with the words 'train-wreck' or 'junkie'. Of course, he had been both, but he had beauty even though I was probably the only one who saw it.
It had been 2 years since Paris, but I had only
My matted blonde hair was dry and shoved into my floppy hat. I had been in a rush for nothing and all I wore were dirty jeans and a brown coat. Still, I couldn't risk being seen and I knew it but had chosen to leave the house anyway.
''Kurt, you have to call Courtney!'' Cali's voice repeated over and over again until I had a pounding headache.
She was in pain and I hated myself for putting her through it, but I was selfish and I couldn't take it anymore. Pain. My entire life has been a spinning web of pain since I before I was 9 and when I was happily in love with Courtney and Frances. Frances and Courtney, I love them. I'm stupid to eve
My Crazy Hippie Girl by rainbowstarfire, literature
Literature
My Crazy Hippie Girl
Flowy dresses with flower patterns.
Long and unbrushed hair, laden with beautiful flowers.
Grateful Dead and Phish songs spout from her mouth at the most random times.
She's got weird eyes that are wild while they breed adventure.
There's a clan of kids like her that sit and smoke pot at the park that she's always with.
She says she's not like me, she says she can draw without pencils or paper.
I've seen her do it and it hurts her, she'll never stop.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds keeps her on Earth.
She likes cats and assumes she will be the crazy cat lady once she comes back from her trip.
I want to come with her, I want to stop he
I've Lost The Excitement of Making Music by rainbowstarfire, literature
Literature
I've Lost The Excitement of Making Music
He really doesn't want to even be here, at this show.
He wants all the screaming teenagers to shut up, he's got empathy for The Beatles now.
He knows that as long as he swings around and sings like he's okay, he'll be loved.
He really wants to just sit around with his family, maybe even pretend to be a normal person.
He needs a fix, the last one wasn't close enough in time to satisfy him for long.
He knows that he'll never be able to live a simple life, it slowly bothers him more each day.
He likes making music, but it conflicts with his much-needed family time.
He thinks about death a lot, but he's hanging on to it for everyone else'
Sometimes I get lost in paradise for too long, the doctors call it 'comatose'.
It's when I use too much happiness, but I need as much as I can get.
Because I would lose myself in a deeper longer paradise that lasts eternally if I ever stop.
No more bruised legs, though.
No more purposely missed meals, though.
No more cut wrists and thighs, though.
No more pain.
Because I have never failed to feel pain.
Every seemingly happy moment with you are just me creating worthy memories of me for you.
Its hard to breathe and I haven't felt the excitement of life in too long, forever really.
Love hurts they say, but love made me painless if I
I stare at him sadly. I stare at the needle marks that are on his arm and the way the pale man is draped across the carpet in just his underwear. It seemed like forever since he had held me instead of me holding him, but I pulled his head onto my lap and silently played with his dark brown curls that formed his beautiful face. As I began to cry I kissed his forehead, if he died right then it would be okay because he would know that I loved him. Of course, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he died and I didn't. Love is stupid, it makes you incapable of giving up the one that has already given up on himself. Pulling his body fully onto
One day John Lennon sat on the curb because he liked sitting in peace. Suddenly, an extremely high Syd Barrett ran up to him and drooled down onto John's head.
''Hello, Syd,'' John said and Syd just stared into the distance. Then, Syd ran away and broke out into a shrill laugh.
Next, Kurt Cobain crawled through the window of a moving car and frantically ran to John.
''Oh my God! Oh my God! I am so obsessed with you, you are my favorite person ever! Oh my God!'' He squealed and John stared at him like he was crazy. Kurt hugged him forcefully and when John Lennon tried to pull away, Kurt growled,
''No. One. Pulls. Away. From Kurt. Cobain
Momma loves her baby.
Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins.
She's leaving home, bye bye.
But, who will be the queen and king of the outcast teens?
She don't do the stroll, well she don't do it right.
Missus cool rides out in her aged Cadillac.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, telling myself its not as hard as it seems.
He'll keep you in a jar, and you'll think you're happy.
Hey you, out there on your own, sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Wish me good, wish me life.
Good morning, TV, you're looking so healthy.
I wish I was the verb 'to trust'.
She dreams in colors, she dreams in red.
Plea
Look On The Bright Side, Suicide by rainbowstarfire, literature
Literature
Look On The Bright Side, Suicide
I hope it isn't too difficult to clean me up.
Fuck, I'm such a waste of space!
There'll be lots of blood, but maybe I won't stain.
At least I'm not blowing my brains out in the house, that would haunt my daughter too much.
I hope that Courtney doesn't follow through with that suicide-promise we made years ago.
I can remember us promising that if one of us died then the other would too.
Frances, she must take care of Frances for me.
Fuck me, I can't even take care of God's gift!
I'll be part of the 27 club, I'll be happy up there with all of them.
Maybe I'll even meet John Lennon, I hope so.
Life has lost it's satisfactorily pull, f
I keep losing you within the vastness of my head.
This all started with you deleting me.
Well, actually it all started in Montuak,in that house.
I guess that I was too 'nice' for you.
Maybe it was because I couldn't let you be an elephant.
This entire procedure is messing with me.
That Patrick boy, he stole your underwear.
I honestly wish you never deleted me.
I wish you were still with me.
I wish that I could see your ever-changing hair everyday.
But, that can't happen now.
We were starting to fall apart in the very beginning.
I can't believe that once I wake up, I won't be able to remember you, Tangerine.
That moment under the
Kellic - You Need a Jacket Part 4 by Oceanminx, literature
Literature
Kellic - You Need a Jacket Part 4
You Need a Jacket – Part 4
I pulled my knees closely to my chest as I sat on the floor of the boy’s bathroom, clutching the toilet paper to my arm to slow down the bleeding. Its was slowly working.
Tears were streaming down my face once again. I’d blown it. Vic probably thought I was a freak!
I heard the bathroom door open and footsteps approach my cubical.
‘Kells, I know you’re in there.’ Shit, it was Vic.
I wiped my eyes one last time before getting up and opening the door a crack, coming face-to-face with a concerned Vic.
‘Are you ok?’ He asked.
Was I ok? My mom had just left, I had a
Kellic - You Need a Jacket Part 8 by Oceanminx, literature
Literature
Kellic - You Need a Jacket Part 8
You Need A Jacket – Part 8
Kellin’s P.O.V
The last thing I can remember was Vic yelling for help and the sound of the door crashing over. After that, everything else is a blur until I got into the ambulance, where I was drifting in and out of consciousness.
I do remember someone screaming, demanding they come in ambulance with me, but my head was so fuzzy I couldn’t tell who it was.
I finally woke up in a hospital bed, with bandages wrapped tightly around my arm, and wearing a hospital gown.
That’s creepy, someone saw me naked…
Why do I even need a gown? Its not like I’m going to be staying long.
I
Wait, where you say you've been?
Who you been with?
His brown eyes. His glorious smile. The little silver ring that his nose had been pierced with. His long hair that whipped around his face in the wind. Those were all memories of someone who I was forgetting. Someone who I was just now realized who they were to me and now, I have no idea where they went.
Where you say you're going?
Who you going with?
"Kellin, love, what are you thinking so hard about?" Katelynne asked placing my breakfast in front of me with a slightly curious expression.
"Something I've been dreaming the past few nights..." I said not looking at her.
"What is it?" She a
Kellic one-shot Kiss me at midnight by Oceanminx, literature
Literature
Kellic one-shot Kiss me at midnight
Kellin's P.O.V
It'd been 2 months. 2 long fucking months since I'd last seen the love of my life, Vic Fuentes.
He'd been on a family trip to Mexico. He invited me along too, but my asshole of a boss wouldn't give me the time off work.
I really hated my job. Don't get me wrong, I've always wanted to work in a music store, but with a boss like mine, I'd rather be working back in hot topic. At least the customers there were awesome people with good taste in music. Everyday, the only music I hear is Justin Bieber and Nicki Minaj.
I sat curled up on the sofa of mine and Vic's apartment with half a glass of red wine in my hand. It was already 1