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Synacky - SarcasmI throw my coat on the chairs next to me and place my feet both on the desks. I crossed my arms on my chest and sigh.
"School's uniform sucks" I whined as I start to trash my necktie.
"Hey Brian, have you heard ...?" Matthew Sanders, the tough guy where his seats is behind me said as I turn around and face him completely with one of my brows rise, curious.
"Should I say 'Why' for you to continue...?" I said annoyingly as he cough and Jimmy Sullivan seats next to Matthew, leans forward and join our conversation.
"There's a new kids in our class!" Jimmy continued Matt's words as he fixes his glasses, like a cool kids.
"So? Not like he is hot or something..." I said blankly as Matt shook his head and Jimmy could only smiles with my words.
"Is that all you can think of, Brian Haner Jr?" Matt said sarcastically with the soundtrack of Jimmy's giggles.
"Yes" I answer spontaneously, I'm bi and they are cool with it. The sounds of thousands of chair move make me startle and face front. As I sus
Synacky - Alive Synacky .:Oneshot:.Its been a long time Internet!" I squeled delight. After long tour and shit, finally I have time to take a break.
"I really missed online!" I type and post it as a smile curve in my face. Lots of fans start to post random things to me as I chuckled cause some of it was hilarious. After some minute reading and reply some of it, i start to get bored.
After a while scrolling, I find fan post links to me that I just can help but to click it. Well, I'm bored.
"Synacky? The fuck? Me and syn?" I chuckled as my brows furrow. After lazily scrolling, I start to read it.
"I love you Bri."
"Love you too Zee"
"Okay this is awkward." I mumbled quietly but can't help to smile.
A muscular hand touch my shoulder makes me startled.
"Uh, Bri?" I said nervously. When did he came here?
Oh no! What will he think about me? I read a fanfic about us.
His brow furrows and start push me aside as I start to stand up and block the screen from his view.
"No!" I said weakly after being pushed. Blushi
Synacky - I Never Thought .:Oneshot:.My hair swift fall to my face as I swept it aside, showing my green glowing eyes. I glance surround our table, examining their face, each one of them.
There is Matthew Sanders and his girlfriend, Valary DiBenedetto, James Sullivan (better known as Jimmy), Brian Haner Jr and other two chicks who, I don't even know where Jimmy pick them from, known as Micha and Jennifer.
First I examine Matthew Sanders who is busy with his sappy love with Valerie. Then I look at Jimmy. He was busy talking with the girls Micha and Jennifer that talk non-stop about everything, and that was quiet annoying for sure. And lastly, Brian Haner Jr, He is being real quiet tonight. Without his curse harsh word and everything, it was probably or maybe he likes one of the girls and Micha looks interested with Brian. I don't know for sure, but he does look weird.
I stare at him for quite some time while forking my food as he realize that I stare him and he look at me. I smile awkwardly as he look away at his food and
I'm lame!OMGOMG SO MUCH FEELS...
I just realize something...
This vid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qf2N58-eV3c&feature=channel&list=UL is when Zacky kiss Syn on his cheeks...
This vid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wk-MvM8cKu8&feature=relmfu is a Birthday song for Zacky...
And the date is the same, so it's like Zacky Kiss Syn's Cheek as His Birthday Present, On HIS BIRTHDAY!!!
God, Y I was so fukin lame.... OMGOMG FEELS !
I'm sorry for the lame journal, but I had too.... #SYNACKY
Synacky~Snowflakes and ScarfBrian P.O.V
The sounds of jingle bells, kids caroling and Christmas songs ringing through the air on this winter season. It was all merry and everything. Most people at this moment are busy prepare for their Christmas celebration.
And there's me, sitting in a café with my very own best friends, Zachary James Baker.
His hair contrast with all the white snowflakes, dark and comb down. His eyes were green, more prominent than the Christmas tree. Look how red his nose and his cheek by the cold weather. Look how adorable he is, my Reindeer Zee. Well he doesn't know it yet, but someday I'll tell him how my real feel towards him actually were. Not just a friend, it's more than friends. Every single day, my love towards you grow, Zacky!
He rubs his pale palm against each other, creating a friction heat. I took off my red scarf and wrap it around him as he smile widely and whisper a 'thanks Brian'.
I stir my coffee and sip it, still watching him. He sip his drinks and lick his upp
Frerard - Time Well Spent .:Oneshot:."Fuck yes..." The first word that slip out of my mouth when I think about tomorrow.
"Huh?" The brown eyes guy facing me in confusion. I can't help but plaster a wide smile on my face. Grinning childishly.
"No... Just that, y'know... tomorrow..." I said, fake a shrugged. Shuffle my feet a little.
"Whatsup with tomorrow?" He asked, makes me felt disappointed. I mean, seriously?
"No, Nothing! Just stupid Halloween!" I rolled my eyes. Kicking scattered pebbles on the silent street. I mean he can't be real?!
"uh... okay" He smile and back facing forward as we slowly walk. I sighed, my important day and he don't even remember about it. Yeah, whatever. It was just the day to remind us we're getting older, not a REAL BIG deal, anyways!
"So are you... gonna dress up or somethin?" He asked and took a glance at me. Slip his hand in his jeans pocket as I did the same. It's pretty cold tonight.
"No, probably just be me and... yeah with some makeup and shit" I shrugged and start to slow down
Jimohnny - Save Me .:Oneshot:.I close my locker and took a glanced to my left where I saw him in front of his locker..
His hair blonde-bleach hair was all messed up, he got black eyes right now and some bruise on his arms. I sighed, how come my lovely crushed got this stupid bruise, I bet that was because of some stupid douche and the fuckin cunt of this school.
I reluctantly made my way towards him, but then I saw Brian at a distance, I cancelled my action to call him or get to know him. Yeah, as it was.. I never have the guts to talk to him and when I have it, I'll never do it. He glanced at me for a minute as I passed him, my heart beat thousand time faster than it was. C'mon already, admit it, when yer crushed look at you, You are now fuckin melt!
" Hey dude!" I called Brian and walk nearer to him.
He smile at me, and we made the 'brofist' as usual.
Then for the second time, I (and Brian of course) walk passed him, to the opposite direction. I caught Brian glanced at Johnny for some minutes as
Synacky - Thank Sis .:Oneshot:.[Warning: Lots on cursing and homo stuff. If you're a homophobia... Just don't read.]
"But Zina! That wasn't fair!" I yelled at a dark-brown hair girl in front of me, my sister.
"Nu'uh.. Must hear the elderly.." She smile and wave her index finger left to right repeatedly.
I rolled my eyes, feeling a little worried with my sister request.
"What.. What If he was ugly? He was a GUY!" I asked, giving an excuse.
"Oh C'mon Zee, Like I don't know you were gay.. after all" She rolled her eyes, and point her finger towards me.
"Was NOT!!" I grunted, quite blushing cause It was somehow true.
"And if he knows the truth?" I asked again, feeling desperate to just not to do it.
"I'll help you!.. Just Shut Up and wear this!!" She said firmly, forcing me to wear a girly Hoodie, skinny jean and most disgusted thing I least want to use, High heels!
I wear those devils while cursing under my breath.
"Hmm..." She examines me with her finger on her chin, looking me from hair to toe.
"A little makeu
Zohnny - Under The Sparkle"3.. 2..1...."
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" They shout cheerily. Hug each other and say wishes to everyone, the house was all happy and merry, celebrating the coming of the new year.
It was still at Matt house, yes he asked us stay at his house for four days until after this new year celebration.
"BANG~ BANG~" Sound of the fireworks banging outside the house, everyone rushed outside just to see the colourful fireworks decorating the dark night view, unfortunately the trees covering half of the fireworks view. I smiled to them and crept to the backyard, through the kitchen. I closed the door silently and sit against the wall, its happen i could saw the fireworks clearly from here, such a beautiful view.
Even with the merry surrounding, my mind was at its worst, I can't even feel calmed and enjoy the fireworks. Its happen just on this very place, the backyard, those memories. How can i be so stupid. It was just me who felt it. I slowly run my hand through my hair. One questions still banging in my
FragileI know that you're broken,
And all your pieces are scattered,
I know that you're bruised,
And your pale skin is battered.
I can see the scars,
That you're trying to hide,
And I can see the hurt,
Burried beneath your pride.
You're barely holding together,
Your tattered, fraying threads,
The harder you try to keep it in,
The more the hole spreads.
Stop trying to battle alone,
When I'm here with sword in hand,
I can help you pick up the pieces,
There'll be nothing we can't withstand.
Don't give up the fight,
My friend who is so fragile,
Take my hand and let me hold you,
Let me love you for a while.
You think that it's not worth it,
And just want to give in,
So you run the blade down your arm,
Breaking your heavenly skin.
I wish that I could show you,
How much you mean to me,
But you just push me away,
And wallow in your debris.
Why can't you see what I see?
I think that you're amazing,
I love your scars, and your wounds,
And your eyes that are always blazing.
I am giving you my all,
It Shouldn't Matter“Show us your face” they demand
But why should I?
It’s my face, my life isn’t it?
It’s not “hiding” my reasons are my own
And that should be enough
He’s a relaxing voice
A faceless man
With a clever sense of humor
He’s a beautiful person
And that’s enough
The cruelty drags me down
I’m tired of seeing it
I’m tired of the scrutiny
I want to be a cartoon character
Stop looking at me
Why are they so determined to know?
It isn’t important
He should be judged on his own merits
A face shouldn’t matter
He is beautiful anyways
I'm Wearing My Heart On A Nooseyour touch
your knees are weak
your bones expire
you touch the moon
and wash your hands
as if dirtied
by the silver land
you scrape the stars
from the heavens
your teeth, your lips
on your tongue lies twirl
the bow of your collarbones
and the trenches of your ribs
the line of your back
the veins in your wrists
missing from my fingers
my lips set to trace
the soft skin
the cracked bones
your pulse to race
you stitch the wounds
that were never there
and twine dead flowers
in your hair
waves ripple and sway
trapped in your eyes
like yours dreams kept at bay
twisting out a demise
so melt me
lay me to rest
at the bottom of the ocean
where the stars are dressed
FictionI took the test of time
And came out less than fine
I fell so high off my Cloud Nine
And in the end I'm not even
Alone together with you
When you cross my mind I choke
Please tell me this is a joke
A dream, and when I woke
You'd still be breathing
And I'd stop choking all over you
It feels like ages ago
But how could we have known?
As above, now so below
I wish my strength would finally leave me
Just like it finally did with you
Our friendship had wings, but bore no feathers
"It'll never end, we'll last forever"
Then you lost your life on this lifelong adventure
If nothing saves me, I'll stop believing
That something could have saved you
And every time I close my eyes
When I choke and when you cross my mind
I cross my heart and pray I die
Silently while dreaming
Of my forever dream with you
Please Understand, Words DieWind through trees
Hear my pleas
I beg you please
Stuck in this day
Love far, far away
I want you to stay
So listen, I pray
My head, it still hurts:
I've been thrown in the dirt
Understand I have quirks
But talking won't work
No words are my size
Say I'm a prize
Some day soon I'll die
Please don't be surprised
You're never surprised.
Sometimes the pain becomes far too large,
All the pain I need to hide.
Numbness takes over inside.
I used to have a voice.
Now I don't make a single sound.
My voice was lost; still not found.
Death always arrives.
And no one survives.
Oh my god. Tell me this won't last forever?
The continuous emptiness in my stomach.
When I die, will you sing?
With that beautiful monotone ring.
When I die will you stay strong?
When I die, will you move along?
Death always arrives,
And no one survives.
No one can deny the feeling of crime.
Death stole from them.
Death stole my chime.
Shattered Ice, Festering WoundsShe studies her face in the mirror; frigid turquoise eyes stare back, imitating the blank eyes of the dead. A sheet of white fabric floats idly around her black hairline, framing her pale, angular face. Absentmindedly, she brushes the cloth away before pressing her toughened hand against the glass, watching her mirror image do the same.
At least I have you.
Indecision lies in the curling of her youthful fingers, the worry of her lowered brow. Without a word she pulls the spider’s web of fabric over her face- an obscuring, shielding veil- and examines herself in the mirror.
Do I look the part of the jubilant bride?
She eases her lips into a masked, shy smile. She feels naked, though she’s wrapped in swaths of fabric. In the mirror, she resembles a doll dressed up in layers upon layers of heavenly snow. Just a mannequin, perhaps; a mold, practice for reality.
Maybe he won't notice.
Pushing herself into motion, she mechanically makes her way out of her roo
Breaking Me Down..These times are getting harder, this in turn is making me stronger..
I have to stand up, to get off the ground.
Your life was taken, I think as I wander; with you gone does my happiness still conquer, the sadness I feel?
All pain is a burden on my soul.
Since when did sickness overcome, the love I've put into you?
Beating me... breaking me down...down, down, down... death may be the end, but I don't know when I'll mend.
But hey, life has to go on. but now, even when you're six feet under the ground.
I'm still torn inside.
You're not by my side.
And it kills me inside, as if a part of me died..
Beating me, breaking me down.
Shoving me into isolation, beating me... breaking me down..down..
Death spoke to you and said, 'Work for me, or become part of my collection'. I'm sorry, brother all you needed - wanted.. was my affection.
These are all the things that make me hurt myself
Cut after cut, so much blood
I'm lonely and sad and I need someone.
Please somebody stop me!
"I hate you"
"You're worth nothing"
"No one will ever love you"
I hurt and I'm in pain!
Don't you understand?
This is why I harm myself
This is why I make the bad decision that I do.
Do you think I want to hurt myself?!
Because I really don't!
It's all your fault though!
I'm a cutter...
She's a JokeShe creates the jokes,
She made people laugh,
She make a fool out of herself,
Well she knew some people will laugh.
She loves being a child,
She wants to be the pure thing,
The thought of the non-existed ,exist,
She loves her imagination,
And don't want to grow up;
She makes people happy,
And that's all she thinks of.
People see her as stupid,
People see her as the clown,
People make fool out of her,
People hate her for being funny;
They didn't know her life,
By all means, They thought she is the useless bastard.
They don't know,
No they don't!
Outside, she is the most happy and cheerful one,
The one people thought as the Joker;
They don't know,
Not the Inside.
Inside, she's a mess,
She always felt lonely,
She can't trust anybody,
She can't share her problems,
She didn't want people to know it,
She cry when people didn't see her,
And create fake smiles for other people to laugh,
She probably does self-harm,
She probably had suicidal thought cross her mind;
But people doesn't know,
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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