IllNeverBeDead

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Mountain by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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Mountain

Going nowhere Turn that smile upside down Melting snowcone Dripping sweetness to the ground The sweetest words that I ever heard the mountain speak You're just a doormat But your welcome makes my knees go weak Feel the pain Your mother felt when you left home Against the grain Your father leaves you on your own Be a good boy The girls all want to see your face You can't imagine How much they long for your embrace A steady heartbeat Keeping time until we die Daddy says so We're not allowed to ask him why Am I to blame For letting time slip through my fingers? Ignore the shame Remember, you're never quite alone.

New by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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New

Would you look me in the eye and tell me you've been true If I told you I could give you my honest smile So you could keep it in your pocket? You've already filled your lockbox with my teeth, Just let me reassemble them for you, all nice and shiny and almost new. Almost is all I ever asked for, but maybe I should have wanted more. More is the word of the day, so let's go back to your place and Shred the word, get as many pieces as we can, Gather them up and put them in your lockbox too. Girl, you know I'd like to tame your shrew, if only I knew How to shake my spear effectively. I seem to be missing mine at the moment, Check back

Poison by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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Poison

They're all over him, in his hair, in his ears, in his mouth. He's thrashing around, frantically hitting himself to try and squash them, but still they keep coming; their legs tickle his face and make him want to vomit. A scream rips its way up his throat, forcing a few of them out of his trachea, but there's more, always more. He screams again-- And wakes with a jolt. Sticky with sweat, entangled in the bedsheets like a mental patient in a straitjacket, he sits up and puts his face in his hands. It was just a dream, he thinks, no spiders here. No spiders, only in my head. Only in my head. He glances over at the nightstand, the muted

Inevitable by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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Inevitable

Hang your coat up, have a seat Right next to me and feel the heat Of racing thoughts inside my mind. The tongue and teeth they hide behind Are weary of the constant strain And beg for me to end their pain. I've made a change, I swear it's true: No more nights of sacred blue And holding hands through rubber gloves. We're not a pair of turtle doves. And though I'd like to have it all, I've always been afraid to call A rose a rose, for other names Would be as sweet in theory, tame And docile, easily controlled. These daisies have me half-consoled, And thoughts of roses fuel the doubts, The pulling hair, the fitful bouts Of nerv

You're Just Too Weak by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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You're Just Too Weak

His rusty little fingers have a way with words, but they can't keep Away the feeling that he's sliding down a mountain, much too steep. However, only time can tell, and time can only tell so much Before he starts to lose the game, to feel the ache, to miss the touch Of silken skin on burning sin, a soothing touch he'll miss so much. The blanket wrapped around his legs, absorbing sweat and trapping heat Creeps along his stomach, up his chest and neck, and meets the teeth That shred and snap, destroying fibrous filaments that wish him harm, But even sharp white fangs can't stop the tendrils snaking up his arms And shoulders, wrapping a

God Is Shedding Tears by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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God Is Shedding Tears

Twelve steps to freedom, but I'm punching in the numbers anyway, Fingers bleeding, just another day of slow decay. Eyelids drooping slowly until I'm half asleep But I know how to keep a secret buried deep, So don't you worry your pretty little cotton-covered head, 'Cause you've still got twelve steps until you're dead, and a deathbed Isn't the worst sort of place to finally end up. Fill up that half-empty cup, overflowing, never showing weakness, Look out your window at bleakness and streaks of rain, God is shedding tears because you're such a pain to deal with, His love sent down and sealed with a kiss from chapped lips. Broken hi

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Mountain by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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Poison by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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Inevitable by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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Inevitable

You're Just Too Weak by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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You're Just Too Weak

God Is Shedding Tears by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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God Is Shedding Tears

Fanfic the Third by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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Fanfic the Third

::Frank's POV:: I think I'm the happiest person in the world. I have Skittles in my pocket and a weekend with Gerard ahead of me. We've been together for like three days now, it's totally love. He's sweet and funny and his brother's hot as hell too, what more could I ask for? Dammit, now people are staring at me. What, can't a guy jump up and down and squeal like a little girl in the middle of a busy intersection without being treated like a freak? I stopped squealing and scurried across the street when cars started honking. Bitches. They've probably never experienced true love, I pity them. A few blocks later, I finally got to Gera

Sexxxi Fanfic PART 2 by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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Sexxxi Fanfic PART 2

"Hey Frank!" "Yeeeeees?" "You wanna watch a movie?" "What kind of movie?" "A scary one." "Paranormal Activity!!!" "No, man, that movie's for pussies. It wasn't even scary." "ARE YOU KIDDING??? I FUCKING WET MYSELF WHEN I WATCHED-- uhh… it was really scary…" "……. what did you say?" "I said it was really scary." "No, before that." "Nothing. I didn't say anything before that." "Yes you did." "No I didn't." "Yes you did." "No I didn't." "Yes you--whatever. So do you want to watch a movie or not?" "Yeah! A scary one!!" "Okie dokie." Frank and I were at my house. God, I'd known him about 9 hours and he was

The Sexxiest Fanfic EVAR by IllNeverBeDead, literature

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The Sexxiest Fanfic EVAR

My name is Gerard Way. I am 16, like to draw, and I'm gay. I have no idea why I would be mentioning this in the second sentence of the story, as it sounds quite awkward to introduce myself with random facts, but I don't care because MCR IZ LIK DA FUKIN AWSOMESST SHIIT ND IF U DON'T LIK DEM U JUST A PUSY-- yeah. I have few friends at my high school, because being an outcast makes me more lovable and relatable to the reader. Ray, Bob, and my brother Mikey are the only decent people at my school. I get bullied a lot, because that's how fangirls like to imagine me, as a helpless, sexy teenager. Now that the awkward, half-assed introduction

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A Butterfly Flapping Its Wings by Treo-LeGigeo, literature

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A Butterfly Flapping Its Wings

The letter was clutched in strong fingers which, had they belonged to a lesser man, might have been trembling. Application successful. It wasn't happiness or elation that he felt. There was a vindication that scratched on the edges of his thoughts, but the only thing really resonating in his mind was, 'what now?' It was the first time in a long while since he had heard anything beside the scornful echoes of his father's words. It was a dream. Almost a decade had passed since they'd been said. He'd shyly expressed his fondness for art as a schoolboy, and his father had promptly crushed his meek hopes with an iron tongue. "Fool," he had sai

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Nov 6, 1996
United States
Deviant for 13 years

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I write and shit.

Current Residence: California... unfortunately...
Favourite genre of music: rock of all kinds
Favourite style of art: american comics
Operating System: Windows 7
MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano 5G (6G sucks balls)
Shell of choice: hermit crab shells, the cool painted ones
Skin of choice: I wish I didn't have skin. Just fleshiness.
Favourite cartoon character: Eric Cartman
Personal Quote: A penny saved is a penny lost in the laundry.

Favourite Visual Artist

Gabriel Bá

Favourite TV Shows

South Park, Workaholics, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Cure, Dance Gavin Dance, Queen, Circa Survive

Favourite Books

The Harry Potter series, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Paradise Lost

Favourite Writers

Oscar Wilde, John Keats

Favourite Games

TES IV: Oblivion (no, not Skyrim)

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Tools of the Trade

Pencil, paper, and a piss-poor attitude

Other Interests

I sleep more than is healthy.

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IllNeverBeDead

Oct 15, 2011

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You ever notice how some things about yourself can't really be categorized?  Little things, maybe not the most important things, but stuff that makes you you.  They're not really categorized into: Hobbies, Political Views, Favorite Bands, etc., etc., but sometimes I think they matter even more than the big stuff. Some Random Shit About Me: -One of the most exciting moments of my life was when I found a 71-year-old dictionary. -I love any kind of ice cream that's green or has chunks of fruit. -I've always wanted to take a nap in a cemetery. -I'm very, very particular about colors (no, mustard and marigold are NOT 'basically the same'). -

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IllNeverBeDead

Sep 18, 2011

Readin' books and shit.

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Went to Barnes and Noble cuz I had like $75 in gift cards (built up over years of Christmas and birthday gifts) and got books!  I'm currently reading The Picture of Dorian Gray, and I'm completely enchanted (: can't put that shit down.  It's the type of book where you sit down with a pencil and a highlighter and just desecrate that shit with philisophical scribblings that may or may not sound stupid later.  I feel like an English teacher xP  At the risk of sounding pretentious, it's a fascinating, very enjoyable read. Another one I got was The Divine Comedy, all three parts.  My mom is, surprisingly, liking it.  I mean, she likes to read, bu