123greendaylover

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WEIGHTLESS by 123greendaylover, literature

The Bassist by 123greendaylover, literature

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The Bassist

Thin fingers on a left hand Cover thick strings, sliding up and down the frets As the fingers on the right Pluck, pop, and hammer out the notes. Eyes close, Hair falls, Shrouding her face in mystery. The heat from the colored lights seeps into her skin, Making beads of sweat drip from every pore. Her head raises, Eyes open, Hair falls backwards, showing her face at last. The last note rings, barely heard from the cheers and shrieks of the crowd The lanky girls eyes meet those of her bandmates. Grins, and eyes twinkling with glory light up their faces. She is the bassist. The scowling one, off to the side

Make It Stop by 123greendaylover, literature

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Make It Stop

Standing on the edge of the over pass, looking down for the millionth time in her life she stepped up onto the rail. She couldn't take it anymore. There was no way in hell she could go through another day of abuse from her father. She was done. She put her other foot up onto the rail, spreading her arms to balance herself. Looking out into the setting sun, she remembered how she'd always loved the idea of spending her last moments on earth flying. He quickly ran down the stairs, into the dim basement. Digging through his fathers cabinets, he found what he was looking for: the gun. He was sick and tired of having the words 'Homo' and '

Bad Idea's by 123greendaylover, literature

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Bad Idea's

CHORUS: The door is locked the shades are drawn this is the chance to turn around before you lose it all you can follow through, never look back but hell sure ain't what it's cracked up to be. VERSE 1: she feels like shit, every other day. she's bullied and teased but hides all the pain but now, she's got a terrible idea... CHORUS VERSE 2: He feels like hell every godamn day he's pressured and forced to be someone he's not but look, he's got a horrible idea... CHORUS BRIDGE: we're dying inside, can't you see? we can't stand this now we've jumped the litteral gun and followed through with our bad ideas

Lost by 123greendaylover, literature

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Lost

Chorus: We're one day in and lost already, dazed and confused we're stumbling 'round, unsteady lost all hope and ounce of control where do we go from here? V1: he grabs his bag needs to get up and go. he can't take this shit, anymore. he jumps in his car, ready to hit the highway heading west to follow his dreams CHORUS V2: Her car broke down seven miles back she been hitchiking for too long she just needs a break, like a simple stroke of luck. she just needed to run away CHORUS V3: He sees a girl crying by the roadside he offers a ride and she smiles he tells her about his dreams to be a famous rockstar they dr

Still Hurts Like Hell by 123greendaylover, literature

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Still Hurts Like Hell

Verse 1 So the truth comes out. Who knew it would be exactly what i expected? You think you know everything, but your wrong. You think I'm pretending, just faking but your mistaken. Chorus Cause it still hurts like hell, everytime ya' yell even though I know you just gotta grow up all on your own. Verse 2 I don't want to see those bruises. The ones I know that are sure to come The ones that'll flower under your right eye, and pop up all over your arms. You need help, so just admit it. There's one thing I'll never let you do, and that's quit. Bridge I know you care, so shut up an listen. He has to go, either that or

The Spiders by 123greendaylover, literature

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The Spiders

I guess they've always been there, the spiders. living up in my brain, not really causing any harm. well, until now. they used to just crawl around, but then they started to nibble. just a little, nothing to bad. every now and then i'd feel them. i could brush them away, there were only two or three. but then there were four. then ten. then thirty. now, there are millions of spiders in my brain. and they don't just nibble... the BITE. hard. they take huge chunks of my mind to chew on. until i'm oozing and bleeding inside. they grew bigger to. i can't brush them away anymore. i toss and turn at night, begging them to stop.

Last Bus In by 123greendaylover, literature

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Last Bus In

Collin snapped out of his dream. it was the same one, every night. he woke up in a cold sweat, tears pouring down his face, and an uncontrolable fear rampaging through his body. but, there was something strange about this dream. He couldn't remember it. at all. not a single thing. not a smell, not a colour, not a sound. so really, he was only assuming that it was the same dream each time. getting out of bed, Collin pulled on his pants, a dead kennedy's shirt and a pair of converse that were deffinitly past their intended life span. He flicked off the TV, which he had fallen asleep to and took a quick inventory of the tiny motel room.

The Basement Stairs by 123greendaylover, literature

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The Basement Stairs

a shiver sprints down my spine as i gaze down into the depths of my hell. i shrug it off, and go to the computer. ignoring the fright, i check my e-mail. then i hear it. CREAK I pause and listen. aw, it was nothing but the cat. a few minutes pass. i'm chatting with a friend when suddenly: CREEAAK. I stop typing and spin around in the wheely chair. theres no one else home... but that, was deffinitly to loud to be blown off as my cat. i slowly stand, and walk to the railing, peeking downward. i walk down the hallway, and stand at the top of the dreaded stairs. i take a step down, begining to break out in a sweat. wha

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WEIGHTLESS by 123greendaylover, literature

The Bassist by 123greendaylover, literature

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The Bassist

Make It Stop by 123greendaylover, literature

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Make It Stop

Bad Idea's by 123greendaylover, literature

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Bad Idea's

Lost by 123greendaylover, literature

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Lost

Still Hurts Like Hell by 123greendaylover, literature

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Still Hurts Like Hell

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The Spiders

Last Bus In by 123greendaylover, literature

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Last Bus In

The Basement Stairs by 123greendaylover, literature

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The Basement Stairs

G.O.T.E.S 2 by 123greendaylover, literature

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starbound dreamers by SilentScreamer2011, literature

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starbound dreamers

We were the starbound dreamers of our time Thinking too far ahead When it should've been about Getting by If it's too late to change Then c'est la vie Not everyone's perfect We can't place the blame Late at night With a front porch fire A glowstick in the hands of a child With the stars shining bright Nobody knew what was in store Waiting for something That might never be coming And always wishing for more more more But is it too early to see See the stars true light See the mist sparkle by the pavement Or what you'll one day be We were the starbound dreamers of our time Thinking too far ahead When it should've been abou

years of rage by SilentScreamer2011, literature

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years of rage

These are the years of rage These are the days of rock and roll They try to tell us it's the age They try to take control But we won't back down And we sure as Hell won't give up Inside each of us if another waiting to be found Tonight's nothing new We've got nothing different to say There's a fight with lots of yelling I don't know how long it's been this way But I doubt it'll change Do I even want it to? I have no idea And I feel the same about making it through These are the years of rage These are the days of rock and roll They try to tell us it's the age They try to take control But we won't back down And we sure as H

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About 123greendaylover

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Sep 30
Canada
Deviant for 14 years
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My Bio

heyy all... i love Green Day... they changed my life :)
I have a strong impulse to leave home...
well... yea... thats about it... oh!
Tre Cool is my major influence... on everything... :D

Current Residence: Canada biatch :D wish TRE COOL lived here
Favourite genre of music: Pop-Punk, Rock, TRE COOL
MP3 player of choice: Ipod: i listen to TRE COOL
Personal Quote: i want my freaking party mix! i wonder if TRE COOL likes party mix...

Favourite Movies

B.I.A.B (which has TRE COOL in it)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Green Day (their drummer is TRE COOL), The Clash, Hedley, Emily's Army, F.B.H.T, The Ramones

Tools of the Trade

computer, TRE COOL

Other Interests

Music, Books, TRE COOL

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123greendaylover

Jul 26, 2011

shitty day

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and not just cause of the 9 to 11 kids.  they were loud and oboxious, but thats not the reason today sucked. my dad had another 'episode' while riding his bike.  he's been biking the shubie trail for years, but today he said that for about 2 minutes he had no idea where he was.  even though he was on the same trail.  he's takin meds that are supposed to stop this sort of thing... he's got another doctors appointment tomorrow. he might not be able work. he might have to quit his job.  fuck, i really don't want that to happen!  he lost his job 2 years ago, but found a new one.  he was out of work for about a year, and it was terrible.  but he

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123greendaylover

Jun 26, 2011

fuck my life

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kay, warning if your not a guitar player you probs won't understand thiss... so, the little ring around where you put the patch cord into the bass fell off of mine.  and the wires inside of my bass got all screwy and i can't plug it in.  i told my mom and asked her if her or dad could drop it off to get it fixed tomorrow.  she  bitched about there "Full time jobs" and said i just ad to deal with it.  i tried to explain that it wold only take 10 minutes fo dad to drive down and dro it off, then we could pick it up later ut she's a heartless bitch who controls the whole house so she said no. i nee it for an assembly whch me and my bad are play

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123greendaylover

Jun 9, 2011

writing prompt??

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anyone want to give me a writing prompt?? a word, phrase, idea pretty much anything. i'm dying to write, but i have no ideas.  it dosen't have to be a fan fic or anything. it can even be a poem.  it'll just turn out how it turns out... BUT I NEED IDEAS!!!  HEEEELP MEEE PLEEEEAAAAZZZZEEE!!!