The weird things that pass by my brain daily, seldom normal. When I have free time (or anytime) I think of some pretty strange things that i will now proceed to document.

I don't think there's any Purpose to life, I mean, In a finite world where everything is all we have, In the end we will have nothing. I guess that's reason enough to Want to keep living, even if we're gone, We won't be missed, will we? Someone told me once that they Don't see the purpose in their life If nobody is there to witness Them live. I think the opposite. The people Who live in silence are the true Hidden stars of the earth. Truth is, you're one of the people Who shines so hard your blinding. Maybe I'm like that too.

"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)

He had not been able to get her out of his mind since the first time he saw her. ~ He was sitting in a diner at the counter, his hands wrapped around a cup of coffee. The door chimes announcing an arrival.... or more accurately, his next meal. His hungry stomach clenches at the thought. He looks up to see a young girl with tear stained cheeks, observing she having only a couple of dollars to buy a meal. She looked up, and her blue~green eyes connected with his. He wasn't expecting it when this sad girl with tears in her eyes gave him a slight smile. It threw him off. He followed her out of the diner, and through the dusk darkening park. What he saw her do next infatuated him. ~ It's been three long years, and he is still fascinated by her. Every time he sees her, he becomes more trapped by the mystery that draws him to her. He is determined to find out what her spell is on him. Until then, he lies in wait. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Note to readers: This story has possible Triggers, and Violence. It contains material that may not be suitable for sensitive readers. If you have any reservations about any chapters, please feel free to DM with questions before you read. Thank you.

Just because Gerard Way is dead, doesn't mean he is gone.... he's still roaming around his home waiting for someone to walk through that door...anyone. For something to happen....anything. He's lonely, he has been for so long now. His family, and friends locked up his house, before moving on with their lives, leaving him trapped in his house, a spectral prisoner in a time capsule of his life. Ellie is on the run. With nowhere to go, she texts a friend of hers for help. He thinks he knows a place she might be able to stay. She would only need to keep the place from falling apart since it has been empty for so long.

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

Frank Iero liked to prove people wrong, he proved his family wrong by going to college, he proved his professors wrong by finishing it- but he has never been able to prove himself wrong. So when he is offered a job to get him off the streets and out of the gutter he says 'Why not?' but will his closed off attitude clash with his boss? Gerard Way is an artist, the type of artist that is introvert and a coffee addict, an artist that lives and breathes his passion. But now he is lost in a world of black, he hates being poked and pushed by doctors and he had given up all hope of ever getting out of the consuming void he finds himself in. But with a new person in his life will he begin to see things a little more brighter, or will he be left broken hearted?

"You're exactly the same as me, Lynx. You look down on yourself, just like I do." Gerard's voice raises, but it's not meant to be threatening. "And I don't want you to be like me... I care about you, y'know?" This story is not mine, I have simply taken the original (with permission from the author, burn bright) and added it to Wattpad so that it may have more views.

• TWO SENTENCES IS ALL IT TAKES • Words are power-it can be anything and everything we make it to be. #1 in Poetry (10/22/16)

Dawn Parker was bullied at school, and abused by her parents at home. She moved in with her Aunt at fifteen, where she would be safe from the abuse at home; but her Aunt couldn't do anything about the kids at school. From all the abuse and bullying, Dawn was left traumatized to the point where she wouldn't speak. She wouldn't talk to, or interact with anyone really, she didn't even talk to her Aunt. Could anyone change that?