Post by John 3:16 on Jan 19, 2017 2:35:20 GMT -5
totally not taken from Brownie
these may deal with some sensitive subjects as literally all i listen to is angry emo music, so viewer discretion is advised. also these are pretty bad, since for some of them i had no idea what to do/how to finish them lol
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Aggressive by Beartooth
They thought they could control me. They thought they could subdue me. They thought they could stop me.
But as I racked the slide, the bullets loading into the chamber, I smiled, the black gleam of the handgun a dark void against the white of the run down school toilet.
They could never.
The Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson
Have you even looked at him? There's clear confidence in his step. He knows what he wants, and how he's going to get it. There's true evil in his eyes. He doesn't discriminate, whether it's a stranger or his own beloved brother, he's going to hate everyone in the way of what he considers greatness. He will gladly manipulate, maim and destroy to get what he so dearly wants. Even kill.
Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) by My Chemical Romance
A smile was wide on my face as I swung the back of the Trans-Am out, damn near drifting around the corner as music blasted in my ears, the heat of the desert fueling my dangerous rebellious attitude. I felt like I was on top of the world, so damn happy with where I was, and as my friends rode alongside my car in their motorcycles, smiles on their beautiful faces as the wind whipped at their features, even the revolt and the wars occurring everywhere we went couldn't faze us. This was our escape, the music was in our hearts and the art was in our mind. They could try and try and try to take it away, leave our world a black and white emptiness, I wouldn't let them.
Art is the weapon, against life as a symptom. Defend yourself.
Over The Rainbow by Judy Garland
I sat in defeat against the tree, the bark digging in my back as I sighed. The sky seemed to taunt my hiccuping, the chirping of the birds mocking my red, puffy eyes, the little bugs skittling across the ground not realizing I could hear them laughing at the streams of tears running down my cheeks. Why can't I be happy? I thought with anger, trying to wipe my tears away, only to have them come back tenfold. Of course he had to die. Of course the only one who could make me truly smile had to get shanked. I thought, bringing my foot down on some of the ridiculing bugs. Of course. Of course. Of course... My chest heaved with sobs as I started to cry again, trying to block out the prayers being said over the casket nearby.
"If happy little bluebirds fly, why can't I? Why can't I be happy?" I whispered, looking up at the rainbow forming overhead. But even such a happy symbol like that seemed to mock my sadness. My friend, my best friend, the one I "went gay for", as my other friends put it, died to some angry person looking to take the rage they felt within themself on some innocent being. I missed my friend so much, I just wanted to see him again. I wanted to see him again, even for just a moment to properly say goodbye, more than anything in the world. As I looked up at the tree, my eyes red and puffy, my cheeks wet with salty tears, I focused in on a thick branch protruding from the tree. Maybe...
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im sorry these are so bad lmao
these may deal with some sensitive subjects as literally all i listen to is angry emo music, so viewer discretion is advised. also these are pretty bad, since for some of them i had no idea what to do/how to finish them lol
~~~
Aggressive by Beartooth
They thought they could control me. They thought they could subdue me. They thought they could stop me.
But as I racked the slide, the bullets loading into the chamber, I smiled, the black gleam of the handgun a dark void against the white of the run down school toilet.
They could never.
The Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson
Have you even looked at him? There's clear confidence in his step. He knows what he wants, and how he's going to get it. There's true evil in his eyes. He doesn't discriminate, whether it's a stranger or his own beloved brother, he's going to hate everyone in the way of what he considers greatness. He will gladly manipulate, maim and destroy to get what he so dearly wants. Even kill.
Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) by My Chemical Romance
A smile was wide on my face as I swung the back of the Trans-Am out, damn near drifting around the corner as music blasted in my ears, the heat of the desert fueling my dangerous rebellious attitude. I felt like I was on top of the world, so damn happy with where I was, and as my friends rode alongside my car in their motorcycles, smiles on their beautiful faces as the wind whipped at their features, even the revolt and the wars occurring everywhere we went couldn't faze us. This was our escape, the music was in our hearts and the art was in our mind. They could try and try and try to take it away, leave our world a black and white emptiness, I wouldn't let them.
Art is the weapon, against life as a symptom. Defend yourself.
Over The Rainbow by Judy Garland
I sat in defeat against the tree, the bark digging in my back as I sighed. The sky seemed to taunt my hiccuping, the chirping of the birds mocking my red, puffy eyes, the little bugs skittling across the ground not realizing I could hear them laughing at the streams of tears running down my cheeks. Why can't I be happy? I thought with anger, trying to wipe my tears away, only to have them come back tenfold. Of course he had to die. Of course the only one who could make me truly smile had to get shanked. I thought, bringing my foot down on some of the ridiculing bugs. Of course. Of course. Of course... My chest heaved with sobs as I started to cry again, trying to block out the prayers being said over the casket nearby.
"If happy little bluebirds fly, why can't I? Why can't I be happy?" I whispered, looking up at the rainbow forming overhead. But even such a happy symbol like that seemed to mock my sadness. My friend, my best friend, the one I "went gay for", as my other friends put it, died to some angry person looking to take the rage they felt within themself on some innocent being. I missed my friend so much, I just wanted to see him again. I wanted to see him again, even for just a moment to properly say goodbye, more than anything in the world. As I looked up at the tree, my eyes red and puffy, my cheeks wet with salty tears, I focused in on a thick branch protruding from the tree. Maybe...
~~~
im sorry these are so bad lmao
