Three Cheers for 12 Years

Three Cheers for 12 Years!

Introverted in the day
What's on my mind I'd never say
but In the night I come alive
Rocking in the twilight
The guitars are loud
Headbanging to the sound
The bass's undertone

while they scream in the microphone
The sweat of the crowd is shared
The drips on you sliding from someone else's hair
Wet and slick from someone's spit
but we don't bitch;
We're fine with it
The lights bright
We wake up the town
We don't have to fight
because for once we aren't being put down
The drummer's stick flies into the crowd
The guitarist's pick launches to the ground
The lyrics fill us and we hear them like we never did before
and our tears of happiness fall to the venue's floor
Now here we are later, for this bands end

Though it is over
Something new begins
Three cheers for 12 years!
We will shout
and though you're gone
We'll carry on
and that's without a doubt

By: Me (Mirror Mayhem)
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                            You're the happy to my hour,
                                     -Mirror Mayhem-

They Call Him Jigsaw

    I wrote a short story today because I was bored. Comment or email me to tell me what you think. (rainbowismypoptart@gmail.com)

They Call Him Jigsaw

         

April 5, 2002

 The music blasted into my ears playing some poppy song that wouldn't be on the radio much longer. I slithered my way through the hallway crowded with beer cans, drunk teens, and couples making out. As I made my way to the bathroom I felt someone's warm breath surrounding my neck. I whipped around to face the creep who was breathing on me, but no one was there. Shuddering at that I opened the bathroom door, waving at some person who had called my name down the hallway. I looked at myself in the mirror, grimacing at the wreck I was. My eyeliner once surrounding my blue eyes had run and my purple eyeshadow clumped into my crease. I turned the knob of the sink and let the warm water run over my sticky beer covered hands. I hated parties. Stupid sister. Snorting at the thought of what my sister was most likely doing right now I grabbed the soap and lathered my hands in it. After turning the knobs I turned around and dried my hands with the white-brown-stained-towel behind me. Turning around I got one last look in the mirror and shrieked in fear. Without my knowledge someone had snuck into the bathroom. Behind me in the mirror stood a man around 6"8, taller than my 5"3, his eyes were a piercing green and his nose was delicate; a pixie nose, his lips were thin and pink and extending from his lips was a healed jigsaw smile. I turned around quickly and he clasped his hand over my red-lipstick smeared-lips. "Hello Annie" He said calmly. His voice was smooth and resting in between deep and high. He looked no more than 19 or 20. "I am Tod, but I will soon be known as the 'Jigsaw Killer'. Do you know why I will be called the 'Jigsaw killer' Annie?" I shakily nodded my head no, feeling tears run down my face. My body shaked as he said "Because I am going to be known for drowning my victims in bathroom sinks at parties, then I will give them a jigsaw smile, like my own, then I will carve on their stomachs my name, 'Jigsaw K.' but I won't kill you Annie.  No I will let this memory torture you forever. You know my name is Tod, my last name is Burner, I live on 7170 Sun Valley Dr. right here in Austin, and you know my plan, you know where I live, you know my first and last name and you won't tell a person, because if you do, I will carve out your whole family and kill your little dog Sam. As you see my name 'Jigsaw Killer' in the news and newspaper you will remember this. You will cry at night and have nightmares of my haunting green eyes. You will remember my information, and you will wonder, "should I tell"? and you never will, because you love your family and your dog. Sweet dreams Annie darling" and with that my head was banged against the counter. 

May 7, 2002

"...A 15 year old girl was found in her bathtub with both of her wrists slit in Austin, Texas today. The police say that this was not a Jigsaw murder and are not sure of the cause of this suicide.Further investigation will be pursued. On other news today..."

~Ends right about now~

 So yeah. (: Anyway, if you post it anywhere please contact me first. Thanks!

                                            You're the killer to my chainsaw,

                                                       -Mirror Mayhem-

Another One Of Those MCR Posts

I have been posting a lot about My Chemical Romance lately, and for people who aren't a fan or don't know who exactly they are(look them up motherfucker!) sucks to be you, because My Chem. seriously inspired me to live.


 Something about listening to MCR makes my heart swell ,and I think it is because they really, truly care.They seriously loved us, and in return we seriously love them. People make fun of me for being "obsessed" but they don't understand the relationship this band makes, Band members to band members, band members to fans, and fans to fans, we all love each other. I have made so many true friends through the fandom. I have learned so much from MCR. They make me want to be strong. To show the world that I am unstoppable. I feel empowered by their music. Some days I feel like they sometimes were trying to show us that "See, you can do it too" We matter. Every one of us. I know that there will be days that it doesn't feel that way, but you have a bestfriend, a dog, a blogger, tweeter, mom, dad, band, neighbor, teacher, youtuber, brother, sister, cousin, uncle, aunt, grandma, grandpa, boyfriend, or  girlfriend, someone will miss you. Someone needs you. Needs you. Because believe it or not, some people need your presence to feel whole and right, to finally breathe. Love, don't hate. Breathe, don't be scared. Scream, don't cut, Cry, don't hold back, Stay clean, don't do drugs, Feel, refuse to go numb.



"You'll never take me alive
Do what it takes to survive
you'll never get me alive
and I'm still here" -Give Em' Hell Kid

                                                            You're the night to my day,

                                                                  -Mirror Mayhem-

Silence Speaks.

"Silence Speaks"

-A My Chemical Romance fanfiction by Mirror Mayhem

  

      That day would deffinately be considered the best day of my natural born life. I had waited for 3 hours to go into a shitty small venue to see My Chemical Romance. We moshed and they trashed and played and jumped and kicked, punched, laughed, screamed, they did what MCR does. At the end of the concert, after all the insane moshing had ended, 30 people from the back row were selected to go meet MCR behind the venue, in the parking lot. I was one of those few. We walked to the empty parking lot and the fans screamed and fangirled together. I just smiled and sat down on the cement block that elevated the fence. I didn't want to meet MCR. That was a lie, because I did, but not like this. I didn't want to shove a peice of paper in their face that they will have 10 seconds to absorb before they hand the uselessly autograped paper back. No, I just wanted to watch them. Not in a creepy stalker way, just the way you watched birds. You admire them, but don't touch. So I kept quiet and alone about 6 feet from the crowds of girls and men. I loved watch their quirks, to see their eyes light up. To see them smile or laugh. I enjoyed seeing others happy, I really did. Other's joy made me feel better than my own.The crowd begin to thin and each member was only surrounded by maybe 3 girls/guys each. A girl in a MCR shirt and black skinnies walked up to me. "Hey where's your mom?" She questioned. I narrowed my eys a bit because I hated people like this, nosy people. "She is gone, I live with my grandparents" I replied in a monotone voice. "I wish I lived with my grandparents!" She exclaimed. I snapped my head towards her and felt a fire of rage and a tinge of jealousy flurry inside me. "You are so ungrateful! Do you have any idea what I would do to live with my parents?! Of course you don't! I would do anything for a tinge of normal, anything! My whole life feels like a scene from "The Young and the Restless"! Nononononono, not me! No I had to get a drug adict, prostitute,abusing, heartless mom and a drug dealing meth adict who thought I was a woman who deserved sex at 8! I bet you have told your parents you hate them, and all they did was say no. My mom forced me to help her with prostitution, and beat me, my dad was no better, yet I have never! Ever! Said I hate them. You are so ignorant towards the luck you have!" I hissed. I wasn't yelling because that was not in my nature. It was like a stage whisper. I looked up and said "I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that; bad night, sorry" When I looked around I saw the girl backing away and everyones eyes set on me, even my hero's. I looked at my feet because I didn't want sympathy or attention. I had just wanted to watch. I heard footsteps come near me and a hand fall on my shoulder. I looked up and almost shit my pants because there stood Gerard Way infront of me, his lips pressed into a thin line, Mikey Way's hand was resting on my shoulder, Ray Toro was on the oppisite shoulder and Frank was next to Gerard. They all shared the same saddened glaze over their eyes "Hi" Mikey said quietly. I looked up and screwed my eyes shut really tight before opening them and seeing the men still infront of me. "Shit" I mumbled. "Why didn't you meet us?" Frank asked earnistly. I sighed and pondered for awhile if I should tell them. "I am an observer. I watch. I watch the other girls scream about Gerard and Frank and Mikey and Ray, and I watch when they meet you and they cry and laugh and smile these smiles that say they have never been so happy in their shitty lives. I watch other's happiness and it makes me happy. Autographs mean nothing. They are only a name scribbled on paper, useless. I didn't need that as a memory, I had my mind. It would have been rushed and you wouldn't even barely see me. I thought to myself "What is the point of meeting my hero's if I don't get to tell them so, and I don't get to explain." There is none. So I watch. I was happy to watch you guys smile and laugh. And I was scared too., because I don't know what's worse, you not knowing I exsist because you never had a chance to, or you not knowing I exsist because I wasn't important enough to remember." I answered quietly and then covered my mouth in shock of the words that I just spilled to my favorite band. My favorite band. My mind began to processes the situation. I am talking to my favorite band! "Wow." Frank and Gerard said in union. "Amen" Ray agreed. Mikey smiled at me and pulled me into a tight embrace. For once things felt okay.

At the end of the night, I had met the 4(5 actually because I loved their body gaurd who almost killed a guy on the street while I was hailing a cab caue he ran into me) I got Mikey's email and number along with Gerard and Franks skype and email. I got Ray's X-BOX live screen name after I swore to secrecy. It turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. They helped me move out and now 4 months later I live in California a few blocks down from Gerard. I babysit Bandit weekly. I see Frank and Ray alot, they are currently trying to teach me guitar while Lindsey and Mikey are the same on bass. Gerard helped me on painting skills and I now attend art school. After they broke recently, the fans hearts shattered, but they didn't understand. You can't be sad that a band is over, you can only be lucky you were along for the ride. The ups and downs and swirls. The mountfunctions and the sweaty smelly throw up moments and the happy top of the world moments and everything in-between. You witnessed and helped create a beautiful work of art, and now that it is done, we can only bask in its beauty. Life is looking bright, and for once, I see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Notes

I wrote this for the still-mouring MCR fans. I was inspired by this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=Ud0dDNvf75U

                                       You're the rock to my roll!,
                                             -Mirror Mayhem-

Suprise!

 I am here.
 I am not invisable.
Suprise!

 Yeah, this wpuld be a shocker to my school. I had been bullied terribly for about 2 years, I send in a report=0. Great, yeah "No bullying!" "We'll help you!" Great job buddy. Not to mention the face that everyone decides, hey that girl looks like she is in a pissy mood; I am going to run into her and then act as if I didn't cause I am an asshole! I swear that they can't even see/feel me. It is rediculous. Plus those stupid kids who say "Shut up with yo-5 second pause- ugly ass/donky ass/fat ass/ratchet/other stupid comment self." What? Use your grammar. Do you mean, "Shut up you_____" ? Stupid. People. Stupid people everywhere.


"Mikey Way you are the Jesus of little brothers"


                                               You're the sugar to my coffee,
                                                      -Mirror Mayhem-

For The Love Of Art

I guess lately, all this hate, happiness, terror, confusion, depression, and feelings in general have built up, because I am extremely inspired lately. For the love of art:

You're the pepsi to my generation,

-Mirror Mayhem-

Anger and Angst Are the Best Inspirations

I guess anger and angst can be the best inspiration...

I feel refreshed now. I don't know what to say really. By the way, why don't you guys ever comment, that is very possible.

You're the horn to my unicorn,

-Mirror Mayhem-

I Am Sorry That I Am Not Your Christian Girl

There are very few things as a child that you have a choice to change.
 You hair, your style, your music, your favorite color, what you eat, and your makeup.
Of course there's more but these are off the top of my head.

   For years a growing anger has been building up in me and today, I couldn't fake it anymore. I live with a very extremist Christian grandmother. She is not only judgemental and a top of the line asshole, but she is also very very stern about people believing one way; hers. I am not aloud to wear skulls, or anything gory, but that is a problem, because that is exactly what I like. I am not aloud to draw creepy things, (skulls, gas masks, etc) but I do anyway. I am atheist, was previously Vegetarian, love spiders, rock, snakes, monsters, murder movies and books, Tim Burton, Houdini, Stephen King, twisted movies and books, horror, psychological thrillers, gages, piercings, tattoos, dreadlocks, supporter of Gay Marriage, and I love skulls. This is not just a phase as many believe, and accuse. I was raised that way; my father and mother are the same. It is in my blood, its what I love, and I can't help it. I am not doing it to rebel, it is a part of me. I can't change, even if I tried. This is a world so hateful that kids would rather die, than be who they are. It is not my fault, and just it is not your personal favorite, is it your right for that to be the reason I can't? It would be SO MUCH easier NOT to argue over it, if you had an actual reason I can't where it. No, it is only because you do not like them, but that is the same as me saying that you can't wear red, because I said so and I don't like it.



                                               You're the original to my ality,
                                                    -Mirror Mayhem-

Keeping a Princess Heart, In a Not- So- Fairy- Tale World

Hello Kittens,
Today I will be reading (quoting) From the story "Keeping a Princess Heart In a Not- So- Fairy- Tale World" By- Nicole Johnson

"Just listen to the conversations between women at the office water cooler, or at their kids' pre-school. You'll find one woman who hasn't quite finished her sorrow-filled tale of survival after losing her husband to Leukemia, and another woman who interrupts, "Well, you know, Godisworkingallthingstogetherforgood" ...but we cannot presume to understand it all or explain it away so easily."

"We love our Idols when they come through for us, but when they fall off their pedestals and smash into a million peices we despise them"

"There is a land that's far away,
But it can be reached on any day.
In this land lives princesses fair,
And songs of merriment fill the air.
Anything is possible here.
Do you want a time of joy or fear?
Is it excitement that you want?
Like a kingdom to save or a dragon to taunt?
Or would you like to have some fun?
Dance and play out in the sun?
Or maybe you'd like to fly,
Soar for hours, up in the sky.
What are your wishes? What are your dreams?
They all can come true in this land it seems.
"How do you get there?" You as me now.
It's very simple, I'll tell you how;
Just sit back and fall into relaxation,
for this is the land. of your imagination!"
-KAYLA PARAMORE. age 12.

There is more in this book of wisdom and intelligence. I highly recommend.



                                            You're the Jack to my Sally,
                                               -Mirror Mayhem-

If The World Needs Something Better

I don't do my homework. I don't do my schoolwork. I don't do anything at all. It is sad because the reason is as simple as this: I have no motivation. I have nothing to make me care. No one that would care if I failed. My heart is shattering in the weight of this baffling news. I have nothing. No one. I am alone when it comes to this feeling . I am hopeless; no one can motivate me. I am tired of being told of how fucked up I am. Seriously. Dr.FuckFace said this. Well FUCK HIM. I am so physically and emotionally vacant. I am physically and emotionally tired. My body is so slow and agonizingly sleepy, my mind wanders in and out of reality. I lived in a fantasy and now that I can no longer hide beneath it reality is a slap in the face. People are bad; no one cares. You. Are. Alone. That is what reality screams into my distorted face. My mind is exhausted. It is so weird, because it is a different kind of tiredness. It is more than fatigue or exhaustion. It is a painful, hopeless feeling. A broken feeling. I am not fixable; that is a scary realization. I was born, destined to be a broken, hopeless, fuck up, and at least I can say I succeeded. 





                                             You're the hand in mine, into your icy blues,
                                                                 -Mirror Mayhem-

My Gun Fires Seven Different Shades of Shit.

"My gun fires seven different shades of shit, so what's your favorite color punk?"
-My Way Home Is Through You (My Chemical Romance)