I do, indeedy.

One, English, I want to learn Spanish. But I'm too lazy.

 I can't find what I was writing.
But, I have written something in my frustration. Not sure what it is, it's not worth posting anywhere 'cause it's so short. I'll just, yeah...
Here it is:

“Maybe if I change the way I dress you’ll notice me.

Maybe if I change the way I speak you’ll remember me.

Maybe if I broke and tore away my hopes I’d exist without you.

Maybe if the sky was green and the sea was pink things would be different.

 

I can’t have a war with myself, when we’re all too weak to fight.”

 

“Come on, you have to go. They are expecting you back” I say. I can’t stay, but I can’t leave the man I love. I drag you back to the hospital. “When you get out of here, you’re going to come live with me.”
“You promise?” You ask, voice broken, when you were laughing only memories away.
“I promise. No one could complain, no one could stop me.” I held his hands, making a promise I didn’t keep. To Weak, to weak, we are all to weak.

 

“If I had you I wouldn’t let you go.

If I had you I would hold you close.

If I had you the world would envy me.

If I had you the sky would be green and the sea would be pink.

 

I can’t have a war with myself, when we’re all too weak to fight.”

 

“I think I’ve fallen in love with him,” I tell the bartender. “And he, he’s going to die.“ I take a sip and it burns my throat, I like it. Like a punishment you don’t deserve, but you still want it.

 

“I stand corrected.

I fall misunderstood.

I cry misunderstanding.

I wish the sky was green and the sea was pink.

 

I fight the war between me, myself and I.”



Not sure who it is. It can be whoever you want.
So there's my stab at... whatever that is...
<3

I'm writing a fic.
It was actually an accident. I just based the characters on them slightly and TA DA! Fic is born.
It's Rydon and Joncer, 'cause that's what I'm like.
I may post it later, if anyone wants to read it. Then again I may not post it.
A little part of what I've written so far. And by little I really mean little. 'Cause I can't tell you everything, now, can I?:

You trailed off and looked back at the floor, as though your interest in it was far more important than telling me what happened. “I’m okay,” you said after a while, still looking at the dirty old carpet, “I really am okay.” You looked up, smiling. A broken smile, but a smile all the same. I smiled as well, mine a little more forced, and a little less broken. ‘A smile is a smile, whatever the weather’    

(Part of a conversation between Mr Walker and Mr Urie)

In other news. I have recently learned that I am, in fact, a pirate. A pirate that once got captured by Siberian terrorists. Then I got shipped back to England and they hid me in a cupboard in Joshua Third's house/ place-where-he-lives, where I've lived for the past 7 years listening to his wonderful band play wonderful music.

ALSO ALSO ALLLSSSOOOOOO!!!!!
It is about 25 days till my birthday. *Happy face*
I'm going to be an age soon! Well this was odd...


(Note: I am not actually a pirate, nor have I been kidnapped by Siberian terrorists, and I certainly do not live in a cupboard, let alone in Joshua Third's. Though The Horrors are wonderful.)

I always have a dream that Gerard Way and Frank Iero are trying to stab me to death, but I won't die.
Yeah, I get that most nights.

You're just another nameless face, a ghost in the shadows of others. Wonderful ideas burning in your head, but they'll never get out. You're trapped in your empty shell. Given up hope of escaping, because this is life. The way you live. The way you're told to live. Just exist. And as the blood flows from the wound, you realize, all your thoughts mean nothing. You realize, that, no matter how hard you try, you won't get anywhere. Each trickle of your life leaves you slowly and painfully, but your numb, because you don't matter. Whatever happens to you, won't effect anyone.
They made you give up hope.
They made you give up life.
They made you do what you did.
They made you.
But it doesn't effect them. Each breath that's taken, each smile that you won't have, each little thing that won't happen to you, doesn't effect them. You cry with pain as your last breath is taken, your last thought made, your last words said. You didn't make a difference, like you hoped you would. No one could.
So now you haunt me, so I will make the difference you never did. Lived when you died. Smile while you can't. Cry, laugh, everything. Live. Not exist, live. Not just a breath taken as they close in on me, not just a sigh, not just a lie, not just a song, not just a word, not just exist. To live, live the life you could of had. I'll get your words spoken, shouted, screamed at the top of their lungs.

"Don't just exist, live."

Your final message to the world.

Strangers

Ryan/Brendon
DEDICATED TO </a></b></a>emmyatthedisco BECAUSE I CAN'T REMEMBER WHY IT JUST IS!!!!!!!


Hello
You were here
You came
And we were happy
You left
And I cried

Were you here?
When I was sad
And alone.
Did you think that I would be?
I was
I cried
I still do
Cry when no one is watching

Did you miss me?
Like I missed you?
Is that why you left me?
So I could be happy without you?
Or was it because of her?
That you left me
To die.

Will you come back?
I hope you are
To tell me that you love me
And she was nothing
She doesn’t mean to ruin it all
She just loves you
Like me

You came back
You said you were sorry
Not that you loved me though
That you were sorry that you left
Me all alone

I saw you
With her
You pushed her against a wall
You kissed her
She kissed you back
She didn’t know
What we had done there

You said
That it was over
We were nothing
Anymore
That you never loved me
Never will
I said I understood
You loved her
Not me

You started to cry
Cry so hard
Like I did
When you left
I was scared
You screamed and shouted
But not at me
At her
I told you to stop
You just asked why
You thought I hated her

‘I don’t hate her’
I said, trying not to cry
‘She loves you
she’s done nothing wrong.
I don’t understand you, Ryan.
Who do you want?
You shouted at her
You said things you told me’

She started to cry as well
Silent tears
rolling down her cheek
You said you didn’t know
She cried harder
I told you
We had both cried for you
And you can’t choose

‘Have her’
I said, letting tears fall freely
‘Have her
she loves you.
I do too
But don’t throw her away.
Ever’

I was running
Faster
And faster
And faster
I couldn’t hear you behind me
I got into my car and left
I left a note
On your bed

You read it to her:
“Dear Keltie,
Never let him go
Never let him break you
Never run too fast
Never walk too slow
If your reading this
Or if he’s reading to you
I’ll be at home
Lying on my bed”
You couldn’t read the next part
You were crying too hard
We all seemed to cry a lot

She read the rest of it herself:
‘Dead
Don’t let him make you cry
Unless they’re tears of joy
He had to pick
Choose who he really loves
But I wouldn’t couldn’t let him
Have the slightest chance of
Breaking your heart.
He’s broken mine before
Every smile at you
Killed me.’

Tears threatened to take her over again

‘I realised he never loved me
He was my reason I stayed
Here, and alive
I’m in pain
Please save me
Do what I say now:
Go to his bed
Are you there?
Good
Under his bed there is a box
Get it
Open it
And give him the note in there
Ignore
The other things’

She did as I said
Then read the end of the note
‘If you’re wondering
how the hell I got them here
before you came back
I got Bill and Gabe
And Sisky and Butcher
To tell me when you came back
Love Brendon
xx’

you tried to read it
but your hands were
shaking too much
‘Ryan,’ it read
‘love her,
like you never loved me
ever loved me.
I was your confusion.
An illusion.
The problems solved now.
I’ll leave.
Go forever,
Forgetting? Never
Wanting? Yes
Having? No
Love Brendon’

“Go”
the single word
barely audible
spilled from her lips.
You got up and ran
And ran
And ran
And ran

You came five minutes too late

You saw me

Dead
Cold
Lifeless

You cried harder then ever before
You knew who you loved more
And he was gone
Forever
Waking? Never
So you closed your eyes
As well
And got the gun
From my hand
Your fingers brushed
My broken skin
You kissed my lifeless lips once more
But my eyes stayed closed
I was dead
You knew it now
“I love you”
then a deafening sound

We were gone
Our last parade
We died together
Forever
My love

I was 1 ten years ago...

True love, yes. But its rare
Love at first sight, no. Ooh ooh unless you have magical mind powers, and then can use your magical mind powers to find a person who is everything you want!
But no one has magical mind powers, so no love at first sight

A writer

I thought I would randomly write something.
Its just some random Rydon thing
Its just a tiny thing and stuff but yes...I'm not sure what this is, I'm not good at writing but yes I thought I would try!

Fire spurted from Ryan's hand. It filled the room, burning everything. A burning bed flew into the ceiling and broke through the roof. He was too powerful, far too powerful. Ryan saw his best friend, Spencer, fly into the sky and freeze the burning house. Ryan wished he had the power to stop trouble, instead of being the one to start it. Spencer landed gracefully on the ground next to his friend, "You know, Ry, you could always just go to the academy...Or at least visit it?" Ryan knew that his death glare wouldn't affect Spencer at all, but he would at least try. "Why don't you have to go to the academy?" He knew the answer, Ryan knew everything.
"I've told you-" Spencer started, only stopping because Ryan had flown off. He muttered a small 'Damn Ryan' under his breath before flying after him.


"Breeeeeendoooooooon!" Patrick called from across the room, "Is your show still on tonight?"
"Its still on, Patrick." Brendon replied flying over to him. "and please ask Pete that if he's going to make out with you, that he doesn't do it in my dressing room...again." Patrick's face reddened at the memory, "Can you stop reading my mind!"
"Sorry force of habit. I know you have some of the most...Amazing powers at the academy, but you have to remember the rule."
"Patrick, I won't use my use my powers at the show, jeez" Brendon said rolling his eyes.
"PATRICK! PATRICK!" A rather out of breath Spencer called before he finally caught up with them. "Patrick...Do you...know...if Ryan...can play tonight..." Spencer, noticing Brendon, added. "I know that Bren has his show tonight but...Ryan can play guitar with him!" As if on cue Ryan stalked in, not noticing Patrick or Brendon.
"Spencer you are going to pay for me even being in here." Ryan turned to Brendon and Patrick, "Patrick why do you keep reading my mi-"
"Uh hang on who is he?" Ryan said pointing at Brendon, staring into the chocolate eyes.
"He's Brendon Urie, and he's amazing." Patrick said after a short silence. And he sure as hell was, so much so that Ryan stared at him open mouthed.

Okay longer then I thought but, yes I didn't mean for that but yeah. I might continue, though I probably won't.
So yes just tell me what you think.

I just add 'zas' to the end of words so: Crapzas

Good Pete Wentzislas looked out
on the feast of Patrick
When Joe Troh* lay round about
looking quite fantstic
brightly shone Gerard that night
Though Ray's hair was cruel**
When the short man came in sight
Frank was gathering fuel

And the other one***:
We wish you a merry Cobra
We wish you a merry Cobra
We wish you a merry Cobra
And a happy starship


*What I call Joe Trohman
**I have nothing againt Ray's hair
***Stole it off Cobra Starship during their FBR Happy Holidays 2006
This was made out of pure liquid boredom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!